Velmora Academy: Falling for My Non-Human Professor
"Miss Elara, get out of my class."
The icy command snapped Elara back to reality. She shot to her feet so fast her chair screeched against the floor, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She blinked wildly at the imposing figure commanding the front of the room: Professor Adrian Kingsley.
Confusion flared before anger could. Why was she being kicked out? She hadn't said a word! She had been sitting there perfectly quietly...
Well, quietly sketching.
Her gaze drifted down to the open notebook on her desk.
Right in the center of the page was an incredibly detailed, charcoal rendition of the professor himself.
She had captured the sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and, for reasons she couldn't entirely justify…a set of ripped abs that definitely weren't visible beneath his tailored three-piece suit.
‘Oops.’
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Panicking, she leveled a fierce, righteous glare at him, trying to mask her guilt with pure audacity. But the emotionless ice statue didn't even blink.
"Bag," he said coolly.
"What?"
"Take it and leave."
Grinding her teeth, Elara aggressively shoved her notebook into her bag, silently vowing that this man would become the ultimate bane of her existence.
She stomped down the steps, her posture rigid with fury. But just as she brushed past his podium, his smooth, deadly voice brushed against her ears.
"And Miss Elara..."
She paused, glaring.
"If you're going to stare at your professor as though you'd like to strip him with your eyes," Adrian murmured, his gaze never leaving his lesson plans, "at least do it somewhere more discreet.”
Elara's face erupted into a brilliant, mortified scarlet.
"You—!"
Choking on her own outrage and utterly devoid of a comeback, she flashed him a defiant middle finger, turned on her heel, and stormed out, letting the heavy door slam behind her.
***
Fucking hell. Life has a sick sense of humor, and Elara is tired of being the punchline.
Abandoned by both her mother and father, Elara built her world around one constant: her perfect boyfriend.
She spent months grinding, sacrificing her own time, and doing everything in her power to help him secure a spot at the most prestigious academy in the country. She thought they were a team. She thought it was all worth it.
Until the ungrateful bastard dared to cheat on her.
Blindsided and drowning in a lethal cocktail of fury and heartbreak, Elara decides she is done being the quiet, reliable, "nerdy" girl.
Determined to prove to the world and to herself that she has her own wicked charm, she stumbles into a bar to drown her sorrows in alcohol and bad decisions.
In her beautiful, drunken stupor, she sheds her innocent skin, finds a drop-dead gorgeous stranger, and spends a wild, unforgettable night in his bed.
Rebel phase? Complete.
But Elara is no victim. Secretly, she had applied to the exact same elite academy on her own merit, and she got in. Armed with a brilliant mind and a thirst for vengeance, she walks onto campus ready to make her ex-boyfriend’s life a living hell.
The plan is flawless. Until her very first class.
Sitting in the lecture hall, Elara looks up and feels her blood run completely cold. Because right there, in the exact same classroom, her one-night stand is also there.
The only difference was…
She was sitting among the students.
While he stood behind the podium…as her new professor.
Professor Adrian Kingsley.