My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Lila’s POV
My phone buzzed on my desk, and I glanced to see Enzo’s name scrolling across the top. I texted him
earlier to tell him I was running a little behind this evening to come grab me at 6:30 instead of 6.
I hadn’t heard from him, but I assumed that was because he was busy At his Alpha lunch.
“Dinner?” Was all the text message said.
What did that mean?
Was he asking me to dinner? Or asking if I wanted dinner? Was there a difference?
My stomach growled at the very thought of food; I hadn’t thought about food all day and I was
starving. The Art show was still going on outside Cassidy Ann’s office door, but the number of guests
was lessening.
Thank goodness, because I wasn’t sure how much of this, I could take tonight. I was starving.
“I could go for some burgers,” I texted back.
I put my phone back on my desk and went to join the others in the art gallery.
Leroy was busy talking with a bunch of men in business suits and Cassidy-Ann was discussing some of
her paintings with potential clients.
“Oh, Lila! There you are. This lovely woman wants to purchase ‘Whispers on a Beach,’” Cassidy-Ann said,
gesturing for the woman to follow me.
I grabbed Cassidy-Ann’s tablet and brought up her website and found her abstract painting of
‘Whispers on a Beach.’
It was honestly one of my favorite paintings too; I loved how she took something so simple and made it
a whole story out of it with just one painting.
“It’ll look really beautiful in the living room,” the woman went on to say just as I brought up the
payment screen.
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“That’ll be $250,” I said waiting for her to hand me her credit card. “Once the payment processes, I’ll

have you input your information and mailing address.”
“How soon do you think I can have the painting?”
“I just have to process it and then we can either do express mail, which will take 3 to 5 business days, or
I can deliver it myself probably on Tuesday.”
“Can you deliver it to me?” She asked, hopefulness in her tone. “I don’t always trust the mail. Especially
with something like this.”
“Of course,” I said, handing her the tablet so she can input her information.
Once everything was complete, she handed the tablet back to me and I handed her credit card back.
“I’ll give you a call once the package is processed and when I’m heading over on Tuesday,” I assured
her, giving her a kind smile.
“Thank you so much, Lila,” she said in return. “I look forward to it.”
Cassidy-Ann approached me soon enough with a relieved smile.
“That was the last of it for the evening,” she breathed. “You don’t have to stick around any longer and
besides, your bodyguard is here.”
She glanced over at the door and Enzo was standing there staring at me. He had a strange void in his
eyes that knotted my stomach tightly. For some reason, I knew there was something wrong.
I turned to Cassidy-Ann and gave her a smile in return.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Don’t forget we are having dinner tomorrow night. Per usual, Enzo is invited.”
I nodded and thanked her before heading toward Enzo.
“I’m just going to grab my bag and phone from Cassidy-Ann’s office and then we can grab food,” I said
to him; he didn’t say anything in response.
He stared at me for a moment longer before turning away and leaving the studio. I furrowed my brows
together; we didn’t have a bad talk this morning, so I was confused as to why he was acting strangely
toward me.
I ran into Cassidy-Ann’s office and grabbed my stuff before joining at the main door of the school.
Together, we walked through the parking lot until we came across the rental car.
Once we were inside, I finally decided to ask him what was going on.
“Were you ever going to tell me about this scholarship?” He asked, peering over at me with a
questionable look.
“Of course, I was,” I said quickly; “How did you know about that?”
“Maybe choose a better hiding place next time,” he said, shaking his head. “When did you find out.”
“This afternoon,” I explained. “I was going to tell you as soon as I got home earlier but you needed to
leave for your important lunch.”
Realization crossed his eyes and then he sighed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. It’s great that you got a scholarship. Are you going to take it?”
I was surprised by his question; I could see the curiosity on his face, but there seemed to be something
else that I didn’t recognize.
“I’m not sure yet,” I admitted. “I’m still thinking about it. Do you think I should?”
“I guess that’s up to you,” he said, turning away and putting his car in drive. “But I wouldn’t be able to
go with you.”
I knew that and it pained me to think about it. But I didn’t think it would pain him to think about it as
well. Was he finally admitting to me that he had feelings for me just as I had feelings for him?
We stayed quiet for a long while before I decided to ask, “After I graduate, is there a chance you’d mark
me?”