My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 111

Lila’s POV
It felt like my feet were on fire; these shoes were digging into my flesh. I fell to the ground, unable to
handle staying on my feet any longer and I grabbed at the shoe, holding onto my foot as pain seeped
into me.
I heard the gasps of my peers around me and when I looked up, I saw Sarah smirking in the distance,
folding her arms across her chest.
She had done this on purpose; I should have known she didn’t give me these shoes out of the kindness
of her heart.
I met the eyes of a very worried Becca; she furrowed her brows together as she looked at the shoes and
then back at Sarah.
This couldn’t be happening to me right now.
Even my opponent was looking worried on my behalf.
“Where did you get those shoes?” I heard Enzo whisper as he knelt down in front of me.
I hadn’t noticed him walking toward me until he was already in front of me.
I glanced over at Sarah who looked annoyed now, but I didn’t say her name.
“They were a gift,” I said in return, looking back at Enzo.
Before I knew what was happening, he was pulling the shoes off my feet and then my socks. Everybody,
including myself, gasped when they saw how bloody and bruised my feet were.
Enzo sighed and stood to his feet; he went toward his stuff that was tossed in the corner of the room
and rummaged through his backpack until he got what he was looking for.
He came back with some medical supplies.
“You carry that stuff on hand?” I asked, raising my brows as he began dabbing my feet in the alcohol.
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I winced in pain.
“I’m a combat and shifting professor; I need to be prepared,” he muttered in return.
Once the blood was cleaned, he started to wrap my feet in long cloth bandages.
“This should be a lesson to all of you,” Enzo said loudly. “Never wear new shoes to a fight. Always break
them in for at least a week first.”

I felt stupid; I should have known that information already.
I felt even more stupid for leaving my normal shoes in the locker room.
Once Enzo was finished wrapping my feet, he stood up.
“Now continue,” he said, turning away from me.
“Without shoes?”
He looked back at me, his eyes dark.
“Whose fault is that?”
My heart fell into my stomach at his cruelness. I pressed my lips firmly together and stood to my feet.
Without saying anything, I turned back to my opponent.
He glanced down at my feet questionably before meeting my eyes.
“You sure you want to continue this?” He asked, getting into his stance.
“I’m not failing this class,” I said, getting into my own stance.
He smirked and soon we were both fighting once again. I was able to fight much better without shoes
and I think it’s because I spent most of my life fighting without shoes.
I was fast, faster than my opponent.
He soon looked tired and winded, and I knew I had the upper hand. I was able to get him to the floor
with ease and press the palm of my foot against his chest, pinning him to the ground.
He was too exhausted to fight me anymore.
My classmates clapped for me, and I smiled as I helped him to his feet.
“You fight beautifully,” he said, bowing to me.
I bowed in return and waited for the next opponent.
This one was the weaponry combat.
I grabbed my weapon of choice, which was a dagger, and they grabbed a bow and arrow. My heart fell
when I saw her pick up that weapon.
How could she use that without actually puncturing me?
I looked over at Enzo who didn’t seem as concerned as I was, so I knew I had to trust them.
She got into her stance, and I did the same. Soon, Enzo was giving us the signal to start, and an arrow
was flying directly at me.
In a panic, I used the dagger to shield myself from the arrow and the arrow hit the dagger in a clink and
fell to the ground.
A couple more arrows were flying directly toward me, and I did the same exact thing, watching as the
arrows bounced off the dagger and fell to the ground.
My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest as I stared at this woman who was now snarling at me.
She was not holding back.
She was getting another arrow ready; her form was perfect, and she was very fast at using this weapon.
On the other students, she used a sword. I wondered why she was using a bow and arrow only for me.
The others were deadly silent as they watched the fight go on.
My mind started to come back to me and just as another arrow came flying at me, I kicked off the
ground and flipped over it.
It hit the wall in the distance behind me.
I did more flips, as more arrows went flying at me.
At one point, as I flipped over an arrow, I ended up grabbing it with my hands and throwing it back at
her before landing on the ground.
It missed her only by a hair, but it was on purpose.
I didn’t want to actually hurt her, and she wasn’t prepared for it, so she didn’t have time to dodge the
attack. She was shocked though, as was everyone else.
Soon, I was back on the ground, only inches from her, and I swung the dagger at her, also missing her
by just a hair.
She went to grab another arrow to defend herself, but I kicked it out of her hand and then kicked her
legs until she fell to the ground.
She screamed out in pain as her shoulder landed on the bow that occupied her back. Before she had
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