My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Third Person POV

“You should seriously eat something, Enzo...” Bethany pouted as she stood at his office door.

Enzo glared at her from his desk; there was no trace of amusement on his face. Getting him to love her was going to be more difficult than she thought, but she certainly wasn't going to give up.

“I'm not hungry,” he said, standing to his feet. “I ate a late lunch.”

Bethany knew for a fact that he wasn't being truthful. She doesn't recall him eating at all today. “I'm going to bed. Please, don't disturb me,” he said as he brushed past her and left his office. Bethany placed the plates of food on his desk and folded her arms across her chest. This wasn't fair. He clearly cares way too deeply for that lowly student of his.

Even his packhouse staff seems to care for the girl for whatever reason.

What made her so special?

She wanted to find out everything she could about Lila, but until then, she was determined to get Enzo to want her.

Perhaps if he saw what he could have, then he would change his mind.

Instead of going to her own room, Bethany decided to sneak into Enzo’s bedroom. As she entered the room though, she could hear his shower being turned on from his bathroom. This was a perfect opportunity for her to prepare for her night with her future husband.

She took her hair out of her ponytail and allowed it to flow evenly around her shoulders and down her back. She had beautiful hair, and he was going to see that as soon as he opened that bathroom door.

Something else she had that he would soon want was her body.

She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her incredibly busty breasts, and then slid her custom-made jeans off, kicking them to the floor, revealing her pink silk underpants.

My heart sunk into my stomach.

"Are you though?” Bethany teased. “I'll be going to bed now. Enjoy your night.”

Bethany's voice got smaller as she spoke those last words and then I heard her bedroom door shut. First thing tomorrow I'm calling John and telling him that I can't have her here anymore.

I heard Lila's door shut as well and my heart began to ache just as hers was.

I leaned against my bedroom door, regretting a lot of my decisions.

“We should check on her...” Max suggested. “She's unwell...”

“She'll be fine,” I said as I made my way into my own bed.

But even as I said those words, I knew them to be untrue. She was in extreme pain from what Bethany had said to her. She's been in extreme pain since she arrived yesterday. My wolf was in agony with hers and I didn't particularly like this feeling.

I've been trying my best to avoid her and not get too close, but it seems to be hurting us both.

I lay awake, unable to sleep.

I stared at my dark ceiling as the hours went by.

She was most likely asleep, but I could still feel the pain she was in.

I knew at that moment that my wolf was right; Lila was unwell, and I needed to make sure she was okay.

I slid out of bed and peered into the dimmed hallway. There wasn't a sound coming from any room, so I knew everyone was asleep.

I went to Lila’s door and was pleased when I found it was unlocked. But as soon as I opened the door, I could hear her whimpering softly in her sleep.

She was curled up in the corner of her bed with the blankets kicked off her body. Her face was stained with the tears she had cried.

She must have cried herself to sleep.

She wore a thin nightgown that revealed most of her body and I felt my abdomen growing warm. But that wasn't the reason I was there.

I sighed as I made my way over to her bedside; I touched her face with my fingers. I didn't want to wake her, but I wanted to wipe the leftover tears off her face.

I ran my thumb down her cheekbone until it reached her chin. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest the closer I got to her and the more I touched her. I grabbed her blankets and covered her body; she was shaking slightly so I knew she was cold, and her whimpering continued.

She must have been having a bad dream

Without a second thought, I went around her bed and slid under the covers beside her. I wrapped my arms around her small body, pulling he close to me.

In her sleep, she wiggled closer to me and allowed me to hold her. She fits comfortably in my arms like she was made for them. The scent of honeysuckle was filling her room and her flesh grew pink as she warmed.

The whimpering stopped after a few minutes and so did the shaking of her body. I kept my hold on her, keeping her close to me, not wanting to let her go.

I finally felt tired enough to close my eyes and get some sleep.