My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Lila's POV

“Remind me again why you have to go to the Calypso pack tonight?” Rachel asked, watching me pack my suitcase from her bed.

“Because Professor Enzo is my ride to my pack,” I tell her. “Per my father's orders...” I add.

"So, why go to his pack?”

“I guess there's an issue there he needs to address,” I explain. “The dinner my mom is having isn't until tomorrow. So, we are going to the Calypso pack tonight so he can address whatever is happening there. Then, we are leaving for Elysium tomorrow.”

Before she could say anything more, there was a knock on our door. I went to answer it and saw Enzo standing before me, holding his own suitcase.

"Are you ready?” He asked, his face remaining expressionless.

"Almost," I answer, I let him inside my dorm as I finish packing my suitcase. Rachel was standing to her feet quickly, adjusting her closing and giving Enzo a quick bow of respect.

“Hello, Professor,” she said quickly.

He didn't respond to her; he looked her over briefly before fixating his eyes back on me.

“Hurry up,” he muttered, turning away and stepping outside the door.

Rachel's smile fell as soon as Enzo’s back was turned. She slumped back on her bed and peered over at me.

“I don’t know how you can stand being around him for that long,” she muttered. “He's heartless.”

I couldn't tell Rachel that Enzo was my mate; I couldn't tell anybody. Instead, I forced a smile on my face and zipped my suitcase.

The Calypso Pack was only 30 minutes away from Higala. Most of the car drive was quiet, with maybe an occasional commentary from Enzo about the weather or traffic. But no conversation worth of value.

She paused when she saw Beta Ethan and me staring at her.

"Did I just miss him?” She asked, eyeing Ethan carefully.

"He's not here for a social visit,” Ethan told her; he sounded a bit harsh, but this woman didn’t seem to mind it. “He went to investigate the invasions.”

“Damn,” she muttered. “I made him tea; I was hoping he'd at least have a cup before he left. He's always so stressed out.”

"He's the Alpha. Of course, he's stressed,” Ethan muttered.

I shot him a look; I didn’t like how he was speaking to her. She seemed kind and it was nice that she went out of her way to make her Alpha tea.

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I didnt notice you there, dear,” she said, her eyes soft as she looked at me. “I'm Deanna, the house mother. Most call me Dee.”

"House mother?” I asked, raising my brows. I had never heard of one of those, but it sounded comforting.

“It's just a fancy word for head servant,” she said, a fond smile on her lips. “I basically take care of those in the packhouse as though they are my children. I oversee all the workers here. I also do all the cooking.”

“That sounds really nice,” I say, returning her kind smile. “I hope they treat you good here,” I add, giving Ethan side eyes

Her smile widens as she understood what I was getting at.

"As good as they can,” she says in return. She glanced down at her tea. “I made this for Alpha Enzo. But seeming he's not here, why don't you take it.”

She stepped toward me, handing me the platter.

I bow my head slightly to her.

“Thank you so much, Dee. I could use some tea right about now,” I say to her.

Her smile widens.

“If you get hungry, just let me know. I'm can cook you something delicious to eat,” she offered. Before I could thank her again, Ethan interrupted.

“This is fun and all, but I have orders to bring her to her room,” Ethan said, walking toward the stairs. I roll my eyes, making it known to Dee and she gave me a chuckle in return.

I went with Ethan upstairs; he stopped in front of a door and turned to face me.

“This is the guest room. You'll stay in there for tonight. I'll be down the hall in Enzo’s study if you need anything.”

“Thanks,” I say, with uncertainty in my tone.

I entered the room and took in the floral design; it was a plain room but telling from the vanity, I could tell it used to be somebody's actual bedroom. My suitcase was beside the large king-sized bed. On the far side of the room was a big bay window with a nook; I was amazed that it overlooked the ocean. I had no idea we were this close to the ocean. It was beautiful and very blue looking.

I went over to the vanity when I saw there were a couple of pictures hanging in the mirror. I paused when I glanced at the pictures. My entire body froze as I recognized the woman in one of the pictures.

“Grandma Corinne...?"

She was in this very room.

Did my grandmother live here? With Enzo's father?