My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

' Chapter 0417 I gazed up at the small window above my head; it was high enough that I couldn’t \ reach it without standing on something.

The light that peered through was fading, I which meant it was becoming dusk i quickly. I knew once night fell completely, I'd be in even more danger.

That’s when the creatures of the night start lurking around because they can blend with the shadows. Like evil rogues, dark witches, vampires, and other rogue shifters.

My heart was pounding at the very thought; it wouldn’t be long before they could smell me and come looking for me.

I doubt Professor Xander properly sealed this barn before he left. Why would he? The whole point of this is to kill me without getting his hands dirty.

I pressed my lips together angrily; I was stupid to try and investigate him by

I and felt so weak. I knew something was wrong with me, but this was a feeling I never had before, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it, I'took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing on my senses though they weren't particularly strong. If I could just figure out where I am, I might be able to find my way out of here, As I gathered my senses, the strong smell of Hay and mildew consumed

from outside; I could also hear the rustling of trees from the wind, but these footsteps fell in line with one another, so I

belonged to

began to rise that I was about to get

no one... even if you think they can be trusted, when

At the time, it didn’t make sense as to why he was giving me this lesson, but as I lay in this barn, caged in and weak, I realized that there was nobody around to help me in this situation besides

not a friend and I needed to be

closer and soon, I was starting to hear the murmuring sounds of voices. It sounded like a guy and a girl and once they neared the barn

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a guy walking into the barn. He was shirtless with a pair of ripped jeans and he was barefoot. His hair was on the longer side, resting just above his shoulders and it looked wet from rain. I hadn't even realized it was raining... or maybe it was sweat? His back was turned from me so I couldn’t get a good look at his face, but I saw deep and gnarly scratches on his back, making me wince. I'm sure that must

which was also wet, and she I