The Werenun’s Dirty Professor

Chapter 2

Reina’s POV

“Why?” My breath gusted out in shock but he said nothing, rolling his eyes and walking away.

The rest of the class was agony, unnecessary attention and hate seeming mixed with something else I couldn’t tell. His eyes lingered too long, too strong for a natural gaze when he was about to end the class. I looked away.

“Reina!” He called again, making me want to disappear. Since the beginning of my setting foot in his class, I don’t think any other student has gotten the kind of attention I’ve gotten from him.

This isn’t good for my mental health.

My heart beeped, eager to hear what he was going to say.

“If possible, change classes. I want to let you know in advance, I wouldn’t feel alright having someone like you in this class. As an atheist, no one would ever make me want to relate with people like you.”

So he was serious?

I glared at the desk, eyes wanting to spill out tears but I forced myself to suppress it. There would be no other option other than to pray. Praying that things change for the better.

“Class dismissed.”

With a brief look, for the dash number of times I couldn’t count, he walked out. I watched as the students packed their things to go. Three approached, two girls and a boy with smiley faces.

“Hello sister.” They chorused, smiling wider. I smiled back. In the midst of an unfriendly class, this was highly appreciated.

“We are—“ the first girl stepped forward. “Elisa, Carolina and Brian. Cousins.”

“Oh no wonder, your faces are quite identical.” I confessed. “Anyways I’m Sister Reina Valen. But you can just call me Reina.”

“Oh okay.”

“Heyyy, I recall something just now.” I made a pout. “Why does your professor seem to hate me so much at first sight? An atheist?” They glared at each other, chuckling, covering their mouths briefly. I tensed, wondering if this was a mockery.

Noticing my face, they came closer to make it up. “We are sorry for laughing sister, the situation in class today seemed quite strange and funny, how his attention was on you.” Brian spoke.

“He has never been like that before.” Carolina added.

“But we know he’s an atheist for sure, he has mentioned it several times but hasn’t used it to rub on anyone’s face before.” Elisa confirmed. I stood up in shock.

“Really?” Taking my mind to my wolf’s reaction when he came close. Part of me was pushing the “he’s my mate” feeling to me.

“He got substituted recently, last Wednesday. Our former professor just transferred to Yale's University suddenly. We never expected him but look he’s so hot and—“

Hell no!

Recalling who I am, Elisa was cut short of her words. “Sorry sister.” I nodded.

“It’s fine.”

While we were heading out of the hallway, a concern popped up. I’m a nun and I would be spending at least five to six hours in school most of the time. I really wanted to know where to pray during the breaks and free periods.

Tapping on Elisa’s shoulder, the one closest to me, I asked. “Sure you have the Chapel here? Where is it?”

“Come with us, let’s show you.” Both girls volunteered. Brian followed.

It stood magnificently at the edge of the vast field heading east side of the campus, painted in white with a large cross status positioned on top the roofing. We walked inside. There was pretty much no difference from a real church as it was big.

“But not regarding how large it is, it has only few people coming in here to pray daily. Most werewolves aren’t religious, just stick to their usual, secular life with shifting under the moon at night and all that. They feel being religious is an extra stress.” Brian uttered with a shrug of his shoulders.

He was speaking the truth. My mind went back to Julian. I twisted my lips, shaking my head. I’d promised myself to take a good grade and reputation back to the convent, but my professor could soil that. I had no other option but to go seek direction from the moon goddess.

We had no other class for today, so I spent some time relating with my three new friends, Elisa, Caroline and Brian. We toured through most parts of the campus, showing me places and explaining the etiquettes of the school to me. Then they talked about the other professors we will have.

“None will be like Julian,” Brian assured. “Perhaps it’s because he’s the youngest. Others are cool.” I kept on nodding, enjoying the conversation until it was time they greeted me goodbye and proceeded to go. It was getting darker, but nevertheless, I wasn’t worried. Elisa already told me students walk around till past 11 to 12 before retiring to their various hostels while the campus gate is locked by 9.

I peered at my watch, it was 6:40 PM. The two-hour daily evening prayers would be starting at the Convent by 7 PM, thirty minutes drive away. There’s no way I was gonna meet up. I had no choice other than to say it here.

There were only two students when I got in to pray. I didn’t come for people, so I didn’t mind. I knelt to pray. After my first hour of prayer, it began with a drizzle, eventually getting deeper and louder. Slowly my mind began getting distracted. I had to figure out how I was going to return to the convent. If it fell deeper than this, I won’t find any taxi and it would never be safe to trek back home at night as a nun yet my prayers were so important as well. I couldn’t miss it.

“You’re still at prayers, you should focus and have hope.” My wolf told me. I had to listen to her. Few minutes later as it suddenly got deeper than I’d ever thought of, I opened my eyes to scan through the dimly lit Chapel and the two students who were there were gone. Outside, darkness took over completely, the rumbles and blasts of thunder made me quiver, lightning flashed.

I stood there, sunk in gloom. Blurry images of the past, how I grew up as an orphan, taken in by the Werenuns, raised and schooled by them. As I grew up, I envisioned life outside of the Convent, imagining being an Alpha’s Luna, an Alpha Queen or something secular. The lonely nights I spent alone at the convent in my room being a novice, imagining how my parents would look. None of the nuns had a picture of them, they claimed they had a fatal auto crash and it was so mysterious how I survived such a crash that killed eight persons. They only showed me the picture of the crushed luxury bus. I’d buried it deep in my luggage, I couldn't imagine such a sad memory.

The dark, stormy weather took me back to the sad days. Tears poured out of my eyes as I felt my knees weaken, sinking to the ground.

A familiar scent.

It came up, each passing second growing intense and more familiar. Slowly I tracked it to someone I’d met, somewhere today. I was trying to recall. Then it hit hard.

Professor Julian.

A presence could be felt. My heart thumped with panic because it felt so real. I wasn’t alone in the large chapel here. Terror loomed while suspense searched through.

I flinched my head up quickly in shock when a tall figure stood before me. My breath nearly escaped my body that moment. My eyes spread so wide, trying to figure the tall man before me as I knelt on the ground.

It was him.

I didn’t know how to feel. I was in the most confusing moment of my life. While my wolf seemed relaxed seeing a savior come to rescue, my body shivered in a feverish horror.

In that second, a thought of deep concern evolved in my mind. I couldn’t help. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you an atheist.”

He squatted, searching my face as if to see I was alright, then he stood up. “I was just doing my job, passing by and seeing another half I never want, not even in my next life shaking in fear. Being an atheist doesn’t mean I wouldn’t help if circumstances like this emerge.”

Still I stood as I rose, eyes fixed on him. Emotions overwhelmed. It was a short moment but with such a deep impact that could go down memory lane even till my next life. I watched as his lips spread a bit wide in a tight and brief grin, he nodded before walking out.

Then stopped.

“I came in to check up on you, you have to return to the convent safely.”

“I’m just an atheist, but I still got a heart.”

Then he turned and disappeared into the darkness. A sad smile curved my lips, eyes tormented by sorrows. That was care, he cared for me. It could be that he even tracked me up here.

We are mates!

Mates are fate but why now when I’m already a nun? What intention does the moon goddess have?