My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Enzo's POV

What the hell was I doing?

She just smelled so good, and she was standing so close to me. It was either this or my wolf lost control completely and I wasn't going to let that happen

She did a beautiful job on my portrait; it was even better than the last one. Watching her hard at work was hypnotizing. The way she bit her bottom lip when she concentrated and stuck her tongue out a little to lick the top of her lip whenever she was pleased about something.

The sparkle in her eyes showed just how much passion she felt for what she was doing. I couldn't help but ask her about it. I wanted to know what made her want to be an artist.

I was more than impressed with her answer and it made me want to talk to her more about it. I knew she was good at combat, but her intelligence is beyond me.

It made me want to bend her over the canvas and have my way with her.

But I couldn't.

But she was so close to me, and she was so proud of the work she had done. When she asked why I haven't rejected her, I didn't have an answer for her.

I knew I should have rejected her, but I couldn't do it. I just wanted to have a small taste of her. That small kiss a few days ago wasn't good enough; I wanted more of her. I needed more of her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into my lap with ease; she went willingly, despite being shocked.

“I was just heading there now,” she said, turning to the canvas. “Professor Enzo was just helping me with a project.”

Mr. Conley glanced at the portrait and raised his brows.

“You painted your professor for your art class?”

“The assignment was to paint a noble role model outside of family,” she lied so easily. “Enzo was the only one I could think of on short notice. He's the youngest Alpha and the best combat teacher. I would have been stupid not to choose him.”

“I see,” Mr. Conley said, still in a questioning tone as he glanced between the two of us.

I remained in my seat, tugging at the grin that desperately wanted to appear on my lips. I was enjoying Lila's excuses and awkward behavior.

I suppose I could have jumped in to help her, but I didn't feel the need to.

“Well, you should get to the dining hall before dinner ends. You need some nutrition,” Mr. Conley said, eyeing her carefully.

“I'm on my way there right now,” she said with a faint smile. “I'll see you in the morning Professor Enzo.”

She packed up her things quickly and without giving me another look, she left the room. Mr. Conley stayed behind for a moment longer to look at me. There were still questions in his eyes, but he said nothing as he too turned away and left the room.

I might have underestimated him.

Lila's POV

I was surprised the next morning when I went into the combat arena and saw that Professor Connie was still there.

She wore a tight outfit that revealed half her stomach and ended just under her breasts. She wore tight sweatpants, perfect for combat. Her long hair was pulled out of her face and into a low, sleek, ponytail, revealing her bright and beautiful features.

I almost forgot about her until I walked in and saw her standing where Enzo usually stands.

Enzo comes into the room moments later; he looked just as handsome as ever with his shirt off and his baggy sweatpants.

He looked like he had just run a mile with the sweat glistening on his strong chest. He held a water bottle in his hands, and he took a swig of it as he walked through the crowd of students, past me, and took his position right beside Connie.

My stomach formed a tight and uncomfortable knot.

“Listen up,” Enzo said to the students, and everyone silenced right away. “Connie is contracted for a couple more days. So, until the contract of her substitution ends, we are going to be working together. You will have to answer to both of us.

They were going to be working together?

As partners?