Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 182

Hilarious

Tamara POV

“Dean Smith,” I gasped, as I tried to catch my breath. “Professor Tulip-

I had rushed past his secretary, who tried to stop me, to enter his room. Dean Smith was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, reading a document. He jerked his head up, his brow furrowing. I licked my lips as every thought inside my mind vanished. What the hell was I doing?

‘You’re doing it for Matt, Angel growled inside me. ‘He is our mate. Say it!

‘No, I will be rejecting him.‘

‘Don’t say that,’ Angel whined.

“What is it?” Dean Smith asked, clearly angry with the way I stormed in his office unannounced.

His secretary opened the door behind me. “I’m so sorry, Dean,” she said. “She just barged in! I tried to stop her.”

Dean Smith lowered the document. He stared at me, with narrowed his eyes, his bald head shining in the light. “What is it about?” he asked, the crinkles around his eyes becoming prominent.

I swallowed. “Professor Tulip is in dire emergency. I–I think she is having a s–seizure. She was teaching herbology to Matt Erikson because he had missed an assignment.”

Dean paled, his weathered face looking older. He got up from his chair. “Where is she?” he asked as circled the desk and

came to stand near me.

“On the third floor.”

With long strides, he covered the distance to the door, commanding, “Come on, girl! Show me where she is.” Then he turned to his secretary. “Call the medical team immediately!”

Internally, I flinched. This was the biggest lie I’d ever spoken and I swear I was going to give Brad a boot on his head if things went down. The secretary nodded, looking like she had seen a ghost, and went on to inform the medical team of the campus. I rushed out of Dean’s room, toward the elevator. We reached the room where Tulip with my fingers crossed, If this went down, I was going to be suspended.

I let out a silent prayer to the moon goddess. Goddess, save me this time. I will be very docile, sweet, and keep my head low. Not only that, I would offer you flowers every day.

Dean Smith didn’t bother knocking the door. He simply barged in, and stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at what was happening. I collided with him and he stumbled a bit.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he shouted. But at whom?

I peeked from his side, my heart beating wildly. My eyes widened in shock when I saw what was happening. Bradly was sitting on the chair, shirtless, in his boxers, as Tulip hands were on his neck and back. He was blushing heavily. His clothes were lying in a heap near him. Matt was standing in front of them without his shirt, looking amused.

Bradley whimpered, “Help me…”

I wanted to bleach my eyes, my mind and everything in between.