My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0520 It was incredible the effects of a mate bond, well after it’s been established.

Every time I'm with him is like the first time and it was a feeling I never wanted to go away.

I couldn’t fathom the thought of ever losing him; I'm fairly certain it would literally kill me and my wolf. We would never be able to recover if anything happened to our mate.

As he continued to kiss me and tear my clothes off my body, ravishing me in my true form and making love to the human outside the wolf, all I could think about was, “Iwill protect him until the day I die.” Third Person POV Fear consumed Rachel as she barricaded

herself in her room. Her entire body trembled as tears fell at a rapid speed down her pale features. She sat on the floor in the darkest corner of her room with her knees pressed to her chest and her head lowered.

Her windows and curtains were drawn, keeping out the sunlight that desperately wanted to seep into her room.

Her roommate and close friend, Becca, had knocked a few times to get her to come out and eat something. It was obvious that Becca was worried for her, but Rachel couldn’t bring herself to get up or face reality.

She had killed someone.

reason for the interrogation. It would only be a matter

hadn’t wanted to kill anyone;

remember the events that led up to that poor girl’s death.

The craving.

She craved blood.

are they known for their brutality. But there was this thing inside of her that needed it; this darkness was what craved that blood and that darkness is what killed

shuddered at the imagery of that girl’s dying face. She cried and begged Rachel to leave her alone; she begged for her life. But Rachel wasn’t there; it was the darkness. All Rachel could do was watch from the farthest part of her mind as her body tore into that girl's chest and took out her beating heart. She was smashed against the wall, cracking her head, and making blood

in a pool of blood in the

didn’t know what else to do so she

it was after hours so there was

the building. Nobody ever goes there; the likelihood of the girl being found was slim if

to bury her in the dirt that the basement floor was made up of; I was