Alpha's Hidden Precious Luna-Chapter 193

Lily POV

The boy was right after all.

The history lecturer was Professor Nathan – Professor Nathan Morrison.

I could feel Professor Nathan’s attention turn towards the boy as he mentioned his name. When I glanced at him, he looked amused.

"That’s very thoughtful of you," I said, accepting the notes gratefully. "But really, you didn’t need to go to all this trouble."

"No trouble at all," the boy replied cheerfully, then seemed to notice Professor Nathan for the first time. His eyes widened with recognition and what might have been nervousness. "Oh! Professor Nath, I didn’t see you there. I hope we’re not interrupting anything important."

“It’s Professor Morrison,” Nathan said steely. “Didn’t we agree no first name basis.”

“It’s kind of confusing for me,” the boy said cheekily. “Your father was known as Professor Morrison. We can’t call you that.”

“Call me Professor Morrison,” Nathan said firmly. “I won’t answer to anything that’s not that. Also, I was just having a conversation with Miss Stone about her academic progress."

The boy’s friend stepped forward, extending his hand toward Nathan with the eager enthusiasm of a dedicated student.

"Professor Morrison, I’m actually in your Thursday afternoon lecture. Michael Torres. I wanted to thank you for that fascinating discussion about the economic factors behind the 1847 territorial divisions. Your analysis of resource scarcity as a catalyst for political fragmentation was brilliant."

"Thank you, Mr. Torres," Nathan replied, shaking the offered hand with professional courtesy. "I’m pleased you found the material engaging."

"Engaging is an understatement," Michael continued, "The way you connected the historical patterns to modern pack dynamics was eye-opening. I’ve been thinking about writing my senior thesis on related themes."

I watched this academic exchange with growing fascination. Nathan’s demeanor had shifted again—he was now the confident, knowledgeable professor holding court with admiring students. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that his earlier questioning about my injury had been deliberate.

I also remembered how it seemed someone had been watching me when I and Kai was at the parking lot and I couldn’t help but wonder if he had done that on purpose too.

"Thanks a lot,” I said, turning my attention back to the boy from the morning and to the notes he’d brought. "This is incredibly detailed. You must be an excellent student."

"I try," he replied with a modest smile. "History has always fascinated me, especially werewolf social development. Professor Morrison’s lectures make the subject come alive."

"Indeed," Professor Morrison said dryly, his gaze moving between the boy and me "He is one of my more dedicated students. His attendance is exemplary."

The pointed comment about attendance wasn’t lost on anyone present, and I felt heat flood my cheeks once again.

"Speaking of which," the boy said, glancing at his watch, "we should probably head to our next class. But if you need any clarification on those notes, just let me know. I’m usually in the library most afternoons."

"Thank you again," I said sincerely. "This really means a lot."

As the boy and Michael his friend gathered their things and prepared to leave, the boy turned back to me with a sudden thought. "Oh, There’s a study group that meets Tuesday evenings for Professor Morrison’s course. You should join us if you’re interested. We could use someone with your... perspective."

I wasn’t sure what he meant by "perspective," but I nodded politely. "I’ll think about it."

After they left, silence settled over our corner of the library once again, from the corner of my eyes, I could see Nathan studying me with renewed intensity. I was looking for an excuse to leave his table and get back to mine but I also had to settle the private tutoring thing.

When I turned to face him, he lowered his gaze then looked up to me again.

"Interesting," he said finally.

"What’s interesting?" I asked, though I wasn’t sure what was.

"The dedication of your fellow students," he replied. "Jason went to considerable effort to help someone he barely knows, and Mr. Torres demonstrates genuine passion for historical analysis. It makes me wonder what motivates different students to succeed... or to struggle."

I sighed, realizing Professor Nathan was someone who doesn’t let things go easily. “I’m sorry. I truly am. How can I make it up to you? I’ll do anything if I can.”

“Anything?” he asked.

“Yes!’ I nodded, looking at him eagerly. “Something I can do of course, that doesn’t matter. If you still want to push me beyond my limits, I would gladly show you that I am a capable student and not a late comer like you think.”

He turned to gaze at me for a moment before he looked away.

“So naïve!” he murmured.

He said it so quietly, that I didn’t catch the words clearly.

“What?”

“That’s a dangerous statement, Miss Stone and very suggestive. A lot of people would jump at an opportunity to make the most of it,” he said instead.

I frowned, staring at him in confusion. “I don’t understand. I’m just trying to tell you how willing I am to change. Please, you have to tutor me, privately. The materials are so bulky and at this rate, I would not cover an entire topic.”

“You heard, Jason. There’s a study group...”

“Please!” I reached for his arm, tugging at it unconsciously. “Pretty please. Give me one more chance.”

He paused, his gaze flitting from my face to where my hand was linked with his. Realizing what I did, I quickly retracted my hand, feeling the color flood my cheeks. Why was I acting so familiar with him?

He cleared his throat and I looked away.

“I’ll think about it, Miss Stone,” he said eventually. “I have a class with your class tomorrow morning, I’ll give you a reply by then.”

I stood up abruptly, bowing politely to show y gratitude. “I’m truly grateful sir. Thank you.”

He nodded and opened up his laptop, he was dismissing me.

“I’ll just go back and pack my things, then leave,” I murmured. But he wasn’t paying attention to me now.

I moved back to my table and started gathering my things when I saw the boy from the morning, whose name turned out to be Jason, hurrying towards me.