NOAH'S POV
I stood frozen in place, watching as Professor Rex pulled the new lecturer away.
His hand gripped her wrist firmly but not forcefully, leading her through the hallway with a sense of purpose.
There was something off about the way he held her—possessive, yet distant.
And then I remembered.
Before he took her away, he had said something. A word so faint I almost missed it.
"Mate."
My brows furrowed.
Mate?
Were they former classmates? Old acquaintances?
Something about the word didn’t sit right, but I shook it off. It wasn’t my business.
At least, it shouldn’t be.
So why couldn’t I stop thinking about the way he held her?
Like she belonged to him.
The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I exhaled sharply, shaking off the ridiculous feeling creeping up my spine.
