My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0410 We spent the rest of lunch talking and catching up. I told her about my vacation and about how Enzo marked me, and she told me about her summer painting class.

When lunch ended, I thanked her for the conversation and headed to my next class, Werewolf Sociology.

By the end of class, Iwas exhausted, but I still had one more class and this was the class I was dreading the most.

Combat and Shifting with Professor Xander.

[ haven't seen him since last week; he had given me a protein mix and told me to mix it with a cup of water and

drink it every morning. I drank it all last week and it made me feel incredibly weak. It made Val feel weak as well and I nearly lost her from the exhaustion she felt.

As far as Xander knows, I'm still drinking that stuff. But in reality, Enzo took it and is having it tested. The only thing is, there seems to be some magic tied to it and it’s blocking what's actually in it. The only witch Enzo trusted to help has been beaten so badly that she still hasn't woken.

So, the mystery protein mix remains just that... a mystery. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Becca waved at me when I entered and [ waved back, but my eyes never left professor Xander. He stood in the front of the arena in the very spot that Enzo used to stand in and his eyes were fixed

on the clipboard he held.

Per usual, he had no shirt on which revealed his body of tattoos and pure muscle. A shift crept up my spine. I decided to run into the locker room so I could take a breath but as soon as I stepped inside, I immediately regretted my decision.

Sarah sat on one of the wooden benches with her head held downward and she was breathing heavily. It looked as if she was trying not to throw up.

“Are you okay?” I found myself asking.

“Do you need to go to the nurse?” Sarah glanced up at me and that’s how I noticed how red her eyes were; they were filled with unshed tears, and I was shocked to see this kind of emotion coming from her. Typically,

Sarah didn’t show any real emotions.

She always wore a hardened look and walked with her head held high: As annoying and mean as she is, I did admire that part about her But looking at her now, the pained look on her face, the tears in her eyes, hunched over like she might vomit, it was a sad sight to see.

“What do you care?” She muttered, turning away from me.

Despite how pained she looked, she still sounded like her normal bitchy self.

“You just look like you're going to throw up—" «pm fine,” she said, cutting off my words.

She stood up and for a moment, I

thought she was going to fall over. She grabbed the locker in front of her before she fell completely forehead.

Her head swooped downward again, and she took a steady deep breath. €» I didn’t bother saying anything this time, I just watched as she struggled to recover herself. Once she finally managed to get her footing on the ground, she stood straight up, squared her shoulders, and turned to me.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” she said, and it didn’t sound like a demand, but a plead.

Her eyes were locked on mine, and they were still filled with unshed tears.

She didn’t look angry or anything, but she did look desperate, and it made me want to ask more about what was happening to her.

But I refrained from doing so knowing she wouldn’t tell me anyway.

“Twon’t,” I finally agreed. B She said nothing as she turned and left the locker room. I stood there for a few more minutes before leaving the locker room myself and joining the cluster of students that stood in front of Xander.