Bella’s POV
“I have to get going or else I’ll be late for my morning class.” I said, and I gave professor Blake a brief yet passionate kiss on his lips. “See you later, sweetheart,” I whispered into his ear before unwrapping my arms from his neck.
Blowing professor Blake a kiss, I walked out of his office, shutting the door on my way out. The moment I stepped into the hallway, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Kissing professor Blake took me a lot of courage, and the reason why I kissed him was because I wanted to make it clear that I am his mate and he belongs to only me.
Earlier, while in the restroom in professor Blake’s office, I overheard Sandra telling professor Blake that she came to discuss about what happened between them the previous night. I didn’t know what exactly happened between them, but I had a feeling that whatever happened between them wasn’t something I’d be happy with.
To be honest, I was angry and jealous when I saw Sandra and professor Blake standing close to each other in his office. I didn’t want to believe Sandra or professor Blake’s words, but considering the fact that Sandra is my best friend and professor Blake is my mate, I chose to believe them.
Nevertheless, I still had the feeling that there was more to the discussion between professor Blake and Sandra. In as much as I wanted to believe that there was nothing suspicious going on between them, I couldn’t help but believe otherwise.
As I made my way to the lecture hall, my wolf, Amelia, questioned my continued doubt. “Can’t you trust our mate’s words?” she asked, challenging my lingering uncertainty.
“Amelia, I trust Professor Blake and believe in everything he said in his office. However, there’s this nagging feeling that something’s happening between him and Sandra,” I admitted.
Curious, Amelia pressed, “What do you think is going on between them?”
“I don’t know,” I confessed, entering the lecture hall. Observing the nearly filled room, I spotted Sandra’s seat. Deciding to confront the uncertainty, I walked over, taking a seat beside her.
Glancing at Sandra’s face, I noticed she didn’t spare me a glance. A deep frown marked her expression, and her attention was solely fixed on her phone. It became evident that she was purposefully ignoring my presence, a consequence of what transpired in Professor Blake’s office.
Recalling the moment I romantically wrapped my arms around Professor Blake’s neck, it dawned on me that this was the cause of Sandra’s silent treatment. Her jealousy, though unspoken, was palpable, and I could sense it as the reason behind her intentional avoidance.
Given our longstanding friendship since childhood, I had developed an innate ability to read Sandra’s emotions, making it clear that her current state was a manifestation of jealousy stemming from the incident with Professor Blake.
“Do you really think Sandra is angry because of how you romantically wrapped your arms around our mate neck?” Amelia asked.
“Yeah,” I responded, my gaze still fixed on Sandra. “I’m convinced Sandra’s jealousy is linked to my relationship with Professor Blake, and it’s fueling my suspicion about what transpired between them last night. It’s making me curious to uncover the truth.”
Amelia inquired, “You believe something happened between them, but why do you think it’s suspicious?”
“Did you know Sandra wasn’t at home last night?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do,” Amelia replied.
“And when she returned this morning, she was wearing a red, provocative gown, right?” I continued.
“Yeah, I do,” Amelia confirmed. “But why are you asking all these questions?”
“If Sandra went out last night in a revealing dress, don’t you think she must have gone to meet Professor Blake? And if she went to meet him, don’t you think something intimate must have happened?” I questioned.
“Bella, you’re overthinking this,” Amelia exclaimed, prompting a scoff from me.
“Am I really overthinking it?” I challenged, glancing at Sandra engrossed in her phone.
“Yeah, you are,” Amelia affirmed. “Sandra is your childhood friend. Even if she and our mate met last night, do you think she would betray you and get intimate with him? Would she have sex with Professor Blake when she knows he’s our mate? Would our mate even agree to such when he knows you’re his mate?”
Amelia’s words resonated, and a wave of guilt washed over me for overthinking and doubting Sandra and Professor Blake. She was right – Sandra knew Professor Blake was my mate, and despite their meeting last night, the idea of her betraying me or being intimate with him seemed inconceivable. I realized that my insecurities had clouded my trust in both of them, and I needed to give them the benefit of the doubt.
As the realization set in, I took a deep breath and released the tension that had gripped me. It was unfair to let suspicion tarnish my friendships, especially with Sandra, who had been by my side since childhood.
Shaking off my unwarranted doubts, I redirected my focus to the lecture ahead. I turned to Sandra, offering a genuine smile. “Hey, Sandra. Why do you look… angry?” I asked, hoping to start a conversation.
Sandra glanced at me, then she asked, “Do I look like I’m angry?”
“Of course, you do.” I replied.
“And what makes you think I’m angry?” She asked as she adjusted herself on her seat, and she placed her phone on the desk.
“If you’re not angry, you’d be talking to me now and you’d be smiling.” I replied. ”
“Oh, so because I’m not talking you right now means that I’m angry?” She asked, raising her brows questioningly at me.
“Exactly. So tell me what’s wrong. Tell me why you’re angry.” I replied.
“Seriously?” She scoffed and shook her head. “I’m not angry Bella.”
As Sandra denied being angry, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. “You’re not?” I asked, seeking confirmation.
Sandra scoffed again, shaking her head. “Yeah, I’m not. I mean, why would I be angry?” Her response carried a tone of disbelief, challenging my assumptions.
“Well, back in Professor Blake’s office, I felt like you were avoiding me because of, you know, what happened,” I admitted, trying to address the lingering tension.
Sandra sighed, her expression softening. “Look, Bella, it’s not about you. I’ve got some personal stuff going on, and I didn’t mean to come off as angry. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.”
I nodded, appreciating her honesty. “No worries. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you,” I offered, hoping to mend any unintentional strain on our friendship.
“Alright.” She nodded with a smile. I could tell that her smile wasn’t genuine, and that made me feel like she was hiding something. At that moment, I made up my mind to find out whatever she was hiding.