My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0448 Lila’'s POV “Lila, what happened?” Becca asked as soon as I ran into the dorm room.

My heart was racing, and I was on the verge of tears; I couldn't believe what just happened.

“I think I messed up,” I said as I took a deep breath, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat.

“Messed up how exactly?” Becca asked, standing to her feet like she was going to rush over to me, but she kept her ground and just stared at me. ] “Alpha Jonathan caught Enzo and me in the arena,” I said, biting onto my bottom lip once I got the sentence out.

Becca gasped loudly.

“Were you doing it?” She asked.

“What? No! Of course, not,” I said a little too quickly, feeling my face growing hot as she

raised her brows.

“Kissing?” “No.." I said, staring down at my hands. “We were just talking, and he went to touch my face when Alpha Jonathan cleared his throat.” “Lila, you were practically doing nothing for him to catch. What were you talking about?” I I opened my mouth to answer her, but I had a nasty gut feeling to keep this information to myself. Jazzy escaping from Enzo’s dungeon was a really bad thing and it could be dangerous for anyone who gets involved. The less Becca knows the better.

“We were talking about an assignment,” I lied. I hated lying; I wasn’t even good at it. But in this case, she didn't have a reason to suspect that I was lying so she just smiled and walked over to me. I “You're going to be fine,” she said in a calm tone. “I'm sure Professor Enzo will take care of it." She wrapped me in a tight hug.

I felt a bit calmer; despite what we were talking about, we weren't doing anything wrong. She was right when she said Enzo would have it handled. I just had to trust him.

“Don’t you have Math class around now? It's almost 1,” Becca said, glancing at the clock that sat on the table next to the couch.

I shook my head.

“She canceled class today for personal reasons,” I answered. My next class isn’t until 2. Werewolf History. But I do need to go to Headmaster Prescott’s office to speak with her about something.” ny “I have to finish studying for my science I exam,” Becca said as she went back to the couch. I noticed the coffee table was covered in math books and notebooks.

“Good luck,” I said, waving at her as I turned to leave the room.

As I walked across campus to the board members’ building, I tried to brush the thought of Alpha Jonathan out of my mind. However,

that was proving to be quite difficult. As soon asl got to the top floor of the building, I froze when I saw Sarah sitting in one of the seats outside the headmaster's office.

She didn't look pleased, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach at the very sight of her. I couldn't believe someone as hateful and cruel as Sarah was mates with someone as gentle and sweet as Brody. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

I shuddered at the very thought.

I I could have ignored her as I walked by, but that wasn't something I'd do.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I approached the office door. CI “What does it look like I'm doing?” She shot back, her eyes turning into small slits as she glared at me.

“Are you waiting to see Headmaster Prescott? Is she busy?” “She's too busy for me. But I'm sure she'll welcome you with open arms,” she said bitterly.

My face warmed at her remark.

“Sarah, you know I don't favor my students,” I heard the voice of Tiffany Prescott coming from her office door. I looked up to see her leaning against the door frame and glaring at Sarah. “You're staying right there until your father is here per his request.” “Whatever,” she muttered, staring down at her phone and not giving us a second look.

Headmaster Prescott rolled her eyes and glanced at me.

“You can come in, Lila,” she said, stepping aside for me to enter her office.

I smiled my thanks to her and walked into I her office. I “What can I do for you?” She asked as she shut the door.

I sat in one of the seats in front of her desk as she walked around her desk and sat in her chair. She peered at me with such kind eyes I instantly felt my body relaxing.

“I wanted to talk to you about that new student, Kayla,” I said; her brows rose.

“She's a sweet girl; she transferred from Emerson. 4.0 GPA at her old school; I heard nothing but good things from her former I instructors. Is everything okay?” “Yes, I met her earlier today and she’s very nice. I'm going to help her get caught up in classes. Transferring in the middle of the school year is a little overwhelming for her and she’s already behind,” I explained.

Headmaster Prescott gave me a fond smile.

“I think that's a wonderful idea,” she agreed. “ Is that what you came here to tell me?”