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. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

She was the reason for this lockdown, and she was the reason for the interrogation. It would only be a matter of time before they realized this and imprisoned her.

She hadn’t wanted to kill anyone; she

could hardly even remember the events that led up to that poor girl’s death. All she remembered was feeling ravenous and having such a strong craving.

The craving.

She craved blood.

Bears don’t drink blood nor 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 that girl.

Rachel 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 poor from her open wounds.

When Rachel got her control back, it was already too late. She was sitting in a pool of blood in the academic center and the girl was drained and dead in front of her.

She didn’t know what else to do so she locked the doors of the center.

Thankfully, it was after hours so there was nobody inside.

She quickly cleaned the mess as best as she could and hid the girl’s body in the basement of the building. Nobody ever goes there; the likelihood of the girl being found was slim if Rachel hid her properly.

She tried to bury her in the dirt that the basement floor was made up of; I was unfinished, and they hadn’t completed the flooring.

Once she was sure the body was hidden well enough, she went to her locker and changed into the extra clothes she had stored in there a while ago.

She hadn’t expected to see Professor Enzo standing outside the academic »

center when she left. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest as she looked into his curious and yet suspicious eyes. It was obvious that he knew something was up, but she couldn’t tell him the truth.

She couldn’t tell anybody.

All she could do was hide and hope that nobody ever found out the horrific and hideous truth.

“You should have hidden the body better,” that voice returned to her; it was the voice of a woman, but she also sounded animalistic. Hearing the voice horrified Rachel to the bones; she knew something terrible was going to happen and she was once again going to lose I control of her body.