MatedToMyProfessorAndMyFamousAll-StarStepbrothersAtBriarWood

Brielle’s POVThe room, already tense, fell deathly still as a tall man stepped forward from the shadows of the club’s VIP lounge. His presence was quiet, but it carried weight, like a storm gathering strength before the first crack of thunder.He wore a dark, tailored coat over a crisp black shirt, the collar open just enough to reveal a silver chain that gleamed under the lights.His sharp jaw clenched, and his cold, grey eyes scanned the room with lethal calm. He did not flinch when Alice’s bodyguards approached him. Rather, his dread came on them as they instinctively stepped back.He slammed his hand hard on the nearest table. The glass trembled under the impact.“I said,” he repeated, his voice low and deadly, “that is enough.”Alice faltered. Her lips parted, but for once, no words came. The club’s queen, the girl who ruled BriarWood with nothing more than her name, stood stunned.“Who the hell are you?” she asked, though her voice held no real threat now.The man stepped clo

Brielle's POVThe man from last night, the stranger who bandaged my wounds, stood against Alice for my sake, now standing at the front of my classroom.As my---Professor?“Miss Parkman,” his deep voice rolled through the air again. “Are you waiting for an invitation, or would you like to sit?”My legs refused to move. Students giggled, whispering behind their hands.Heat rushed to my cheeks as I stumbled toward my seat, not minding the ink on it.His silver eyes flicked to me briefly, cold and sharp—nothing like the man who had draped his coat over me. It was as if last night had never happened.How he remained calm after seeing me had baffled me. “My name is Lucian Sterling. And I’ll be your history teacher from now on,” he introduced himself. His eyes lingered on me for a while. Quickly, he cleared his throat before reaching for a textbook while he approached the board. “Open your textbooks,” he said. His tone was clipped, commanding. “Page 17.”Everyone obeyed instantly. Even Al

Brielle’s POVMy lips trembled, and my breath faltered. My legs felt like water as I squeezed my uniform tighter against my chest.If I heard him correctly, he had just mentioned something about a "mating" bond. What did that even mean? I had been on my own for so long, hiding in plain sight within the human world. My best friend, Camelia, is human; she’s the only one who knows my secret. Together, we decided to bury my nature so I could live a normal life.Right now, I could barely hear my wolf’s voice—Ella. Ella showed up when I was 18 years of age. I communicated with her so well until Camelia showed up and found out that I wasn’t as ordinary as she is. Oh well, just so you know, Camelia is human, unlike me. But she didn’t get to run from me. Rather, she stood by me and took me like a sister she never had. As for Camelia story…that will be for another time.So yeah, to me, things like mate bonds and wolfsbane were just myths from old stories. I wasn’t just naive; I was completely

Brielle’s POV“Please, can I just have my glasses back?” I pleaded, my voice cracking as I hovered on the verge of tears.“Not until you open those eyes.”“Why?” I asked softly. I was trying so hard not to let my weakness show, even though I was being pushed to my absolute limit. I’d had enough today; all I needed was a moment of peace, some rest from all of this... bullshit!“Open your eyes, Brielle. That’s all you need to do,” he said, his voice sounding a bit further away now.I bit my lower lip, fear coursing through me. My heart pounded against my ribs, adrenaline pumping through my veins like a wild current. I tried to steady myself, whispering a silent reminder that whatever happened next, I would be fine.I had never seen a man naked before, and this was the second time in one day that I had been forced into such close proximity with a guy. It seemed Briarwood Academy was determined to give me more "experience" in a single afternoon than I had gathered in my entire life.“C’mo

Brielle’s POVMy heart raced faster, and I felt a bit dizzy before looking back at my mom, who didn’t even move an inch while I was trying my best to keep the one thing that mattered to me.“Mr. McCall, please.”“Ms. Brielle, this decision was not just made by me alone, but it was decided by the board members,” the Vice-Chancellor responded, his eyes fixed on me for a second.I squeezed the paper in my hand, not bothering to find out what was written inside. Tears pricked my eyes—tears that started to fall before I could even make up any words.Every child who reunites with their mother, at least in the movies I’ve watched, always ends up happy. But mine was different. My mother showed up and still managed to ruin my life.Schooling here at Briarwood Academy has been tough. I sat for so many examinations. Taking shifts and doing night service just so Camelia and I could raise the money to pay for the rest of the things I needed to settle into school.And now that things were finally t