My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Enzo's POV

“You know, Enzo. You aren't a bad drinking partner,” Alpha John said with a drunken slur as he slapped me on the back of my shoulder. I could smell the whisky on his breath, and it made me cringe.

I've only had a couple of beers, so I was far from drunk. But I couldn't say the same for the other Alphas.

The only other one that had his shit together was Bastien. He didn't want to return to Selene completely wasted and I respected that about him. He loved his family, and he loved his work; he didn't let the other Alpha convince him to drink more than he wanted, and I did the same, despite them trying.

"Enzo, when are you finally going to meet your mate and get married?” Alpha John murmured while peering over at me. “You know it's hard to run a pack without a proper luna.”

There was no way in hell I would tell them about Lila. I wasn't even sure if there was anything to say. We only kissed; nothing more happened between us. Besides, getting close to her would only put her in danger. I couldn't do that to her.

I remained silent.

“You're embarrassing him,” another Alpha laughed. “Look at how red his face is. There must be something he isn't telling us.”

The Alphas fell silent, even Bastien was staring at me curiously for a moment. Once it was obvious that I wasn't going to answer their questions, Alpha John spoke again.

"Get my man a shot of tequila!” John shouted to the bartender who looked at John with a deepened and disgusted frown.

“I'm all set on the shot,” I said, meeting the bartender’s eyes who nodded in understanding. “I should honestly get going. I have some things to do in the morning.”

"Oh, come on, Enzo! We never get you to come out with us. Stay for another round,” another Alpha hiccupped.

I didn't want to hang around these drunks anymore.

"He doesn’t have to stay if he doesn't want to,” Bastien said firmly. “In fact, I'm thinking we should all get home to our packs.”

“Party poopers,” Alpha John muttered as he took yet another shot of whisky.

“That's a great idea,” I said, writing it down in my notebook. “We could get the support of our entire school. But now we need funding.”

"What about Sarah's dad?” Tayla suggested with a shrug. “He funds everything else at this school.” “I don't think he'd give us money for a party though,” I said, frowning. Plus, I really didn't want to go to him for money. I had my pride to think about.

“What about a bake sale?” Brody suggested.

I hadn't thought about that; I was pleased with Brody's participation, and I couldn't help but smile. “I love baking,” I said fondly. “And I know someone who can help cook a lot of yummy food.”

I thought of Dee at the Calypso pack. She would love to help me if I were to ask her.

“Megan, how about you start creating the petition forms; print enough out to cover everyone at this school and then some. Once you create the petitions, I'll appoint a couple of you to go around the school and get as many signatures as you can. Meanwhile, I'm going to work on getting a bake sale set up. Within a couple of weeks, we should be able to have the best school dance ever.”

I clapped my hands together happily.

"Meeting is adjourned!”

They all started to grab their things and leave the student lounge, except for one.

Brody.

He stayed behind a little longer; his soft brown eyes watching me carefully as I stuffed my things into my backpack.

At first, I didn’t notice him. I was too busy trying to figure out how to approach Dee. I would probably need to speak to Enzo first, so he’s not blindsided.

We hadn't talked since our moment in the bathroom and the memory made my face feel warm and my heartbeat quickly.

I paused when I noticed Brody was still there and he was watching me.

"Oh, I thought you had left,” I said, giving him a kind smile.

Brody was also very kind to me; I wouldn't say he was my friend. In fact, he was more Scott's friend than mine. But he was gentle and sweet. For someone who was a jock, he didn't have a mean bone in his body, and he kept his grades up so he could stay on the team. He was a straight-A student and excels at almost everything he does.

I respect him for that.

“No,” Brody said, rubbing his hands behind his neck and glancing at the ground. “I actually wanted to talk to you.” He gave himself an awkward and nervous laugh.

“What's going on? Are you okay?” I asked, raising my brows. “You aren't changing your mind about the committee, are you?”

“No,” he said a little too quickly. “I like the committee very much.”

"Oh, good,” I breathed out in relief. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

He seemingly swallowed a lump in his throat as he stepped closer to me.

“The school dance,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

I stood frozen.

"Okay?" I urged him to continue.

“I was wondering... if maybe... you wanted to go with me to the school dance?” He finally got the words out of his mouth. “As my date...”