The Professor's Mate Clause novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

ADRIAN’S POV

I’m dying.

I can feel it in the way my body refuses to obey me anymore in the heaviness in my limbs, the way my vision keeps dimming at the edges. The wounds are too deep, the blood loss too severe, the damage too extensive. My body is shutting down, piece by piece. Minutes, maybe less.

And Freya… Freya is dying beside me.

We’re stretched out on the ground, broken, bleeding, barely conscious-but together. At least we’re together. At least we’re not alone. There’s comfort in that, even now. Especially now. If this is how it ends, then this…us will be enough.

Then I feel it.

Her mouth presses against my throat, right where my mark rests. The place of claiming. Of permanence. Of forever.

Her fangs sink in.

The pain is sharp, shocking, enough to drag a broken breath from my chest-but beneath it is something else. Something impossible. Something no one has ever done before.

She’s marking me.

A female marking a male. A Luna claiming an Alpha. Something forbidden. Unheard of. Never attempted. Never even imagined. And yet she does it without hesitation, without fear claiming me the same way I once claimed her.

And the bond-

Gods, the bond.

It doesn’t awaken gently. It doesn’t slide into place.

It explodes.

That’s the only word for it. Power tears through me like a storm breaking loose, a violent surge of energy and life flooding every corner of my body. This isn’t the partial bond we carried before. This isn’t unfinished or uneven.

This is complete.

Perfect.

Balanced.

Two souls meeting fully in the middle.

Her royal bloodline surges through the bond and into me, burning hot and bright, stitching me back together from the inside out. It fills the places that were empty, repairs what was shattered, breathes life back into what was dying. At the same time my Alpha strength roars back through the bond into her power, dominance, endurance everything she needs to survive

We’re not two anymore.

We’re one.

My wounds begin to close before my eyes. Bone knits together with impossible speed. Torn flesh seals itself Ruptured organs regenerate, pain fading into strength. I’m not fading anymore I’m not dying

I’m healing.

Living.

Surviving

Because she inarked me.

Because she completed us.

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Because she did the impossible-and it’s working.

Through the bond, I feel her too. Her injuries knitting together as my power sustains her, strengthens her, restores her. We’re healing simultaneously, feeding each other, holding each other upright through shared strength.

This is what the mating bond was always meant to be.

Equal.

Mutual.

Whole.

I rise to my feet, fully healed, power thrumming through my veins. But it isn’t just mine arrymore. It’s ours-her royal bloodline entwined with my Alpha dominance, merged and amplified into something far greater than either of us alone.

We’re stronger than we’ve ever been.

Freya stands beside me, just as whole, just as powerful. She’s breathtaking-her presence no longer just royal, but commanding. A completed Alpha female. A true Luna. Not sheltered. Not secondary. Not lesser.

My equal.

Through the bond, we don’t need words. We move with the same intention, the same instinct, the same purpose. Two bodies, one mind. Perfectly synchronized. Perfectly united.

The pack feels it.

Through the pack link, through instinct, through something deeper they feel their Alphas standing whole and unbroken. They feel the completed bond. The impossible made real. And it ignites something in them. Courage. Power. Hope.

History has just been rewritten.

Asher sees it too.

He understands what stands before him now not just an Alpha and Lupa, but equal mates bound completely, working combined power that defies everything he believes. Fear ripples through him, sharp and undeniable.

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“Impossible,” his voice trembles through the pack link. “A female can’t mark a male Can’t complete the bond that way it’s unnatural”

Freya’s response is calm. Certain Devastating

“Not impossible just never done because males were afraid Afraid of equality Afraid of sharing power Altand of vuliverability Her gaze never leaves him “We aren’t afraid And that’s why we win That’s why you lose”

She’s night.

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