The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Lyanna’s POV

It was well past midnight when I finally set down the ancient tome I’d been poring over for hours. My small apartment, hidden deep within the outskirts of the vampire realm, was illuminated only by the flickering light of candles. I preferred it that way—shadows and silence, with only the occasional crackle of the fire for company. There was something calming about the stillness of the night, a kind of solitude I found comforting.

Most vampires sought out fame, wealth, and prestige, especially those on the Council. But I had never cared for that life. I had my own corner of the world, filled with books, spells, and the kind of secrets that could shake the foundations of everything the Council stood for.

Tonight, though, the peace wasn’t comforting. It was thick, heavy with tension.

Ian had come to me again earlier, his usual composed self unraveling slightly at the edges, something I hadn’t seen in him for centuries. He didn’t have to say much. I already knew what was bothering him—Sophia, and what I had told him about her.

He tried to hide it, but I knew Ian well enough to see through his defenses. She wasn’t just another human girl he’d taken a liking to, or one of the other girls he had fallen in love with. No, Sophia was something far more dangerous, and if my suspicions were right, more dangerous than even Ian could comprehend.

I pulled the leather-bound tome closer, flipping through brittle pages that hadn’t seen the light of day in centuries. It was a family record—an ancient lineage of vampires that had disappeared from the world so long ago that most believed them extinct. The family name had been wiped from all known history, but fragments remained, hidden in places only witches like me could access.

And there, on a page near the middle, was the name I had been looking for, written boldly in cursive.

Anderson.

I stared at the name, the blood in my veins pulsing with a mixture of excitement and dread. Excitement, because I was finally getting closer to the answers, and dread, because I knew exactly what those answers meant. Could it be a coincidence? Or was Sophia, the girl Ian had so recklessly marked, connected to this ancient bloodline?

The pieces were beginning to fall into place. Sophia wasn’t just a girl Ian had saved on a whim. She was part of something much larger, something much older. And if I was right—if her blood truly belonged to this lineage—it could mean that the prophecy I’d long dismissed as folklore was real.

But I couldn’t tell Ian everything. Not yet. There was still so much at stake at the moment.

I stood up, stretching my stiff legs as I moved toward the window. The air outside was still and cold, with the moon being the only source of light right now, illuminating the surroundings of my house.

I wasn’t worried about being attacked by anyone or something of that sort. I was one of the most powerful witches here, and I have a spell no one could break woven around my house. I was already as protected as I could be.

I had been alone for most of my life, choosing the path of a witch over the temptations of power and control that the vampire realm thrived on. My family, who have been dead for a while now, had been witches too—strong ones, but they had fallen to the same greed that consumed most beings of power. I had learned from their mistakes. I had learned that power was best kept secret, hidden in the shadows where it couldn’t corrupt.

But now, I found myself drawn into the very power struggles I had spent my life avoiding. Because of Ian. Because of Sophia.

There was a knock at the door, and I sighed, knowing who it would be before I even opened it.