My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Lila’s POV
I wore a white sundress with little yellow flowers around the bottom hem. The straps of the dress went
around the back of my neck. It didn’t show off too much cleavage, but it made my figure very known
with how tightly it hugged my body.
It was a gorgeous dress though and complimented the paleness of my skin. I allowed my hair a little bit
of freedom. I had it half up and half down; the part that was down was lightly curled and flowing evenly
down my back, landing just above my waist.
My hair was getting too long; I was thinking about cutting it soon, but Enzo said he liked my hair. He
enjoys nuzzling his face in it and taking in my scent.
I only wore a little makeup because I wanted a more natural look.
My heart was thudding against my chest rapidly as nerves started to get the best of me. Just when I
thought I was going to jump out of my skin, Enzo opened the door slightly and peered into his
bedroom where I stood in front of his standing mirror.
“Wow, Lila,” he said once he got a look at me.
He stepped further into the room and shut the door behind him.
“You didn’t have to get this dressed up, but you are breathtaking,” he breathed, his eyes showing so
much sincerity. My heart began to flutter at the compliment.
I enjoyed this side of Enzo; this side of Enzo felt comfortable… it felt safe.
“I just want to make a good impression,” I tell him as he comes closer. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” He asked with humor in his tone. I could tell he was fighting the urge to laugh.
“I want your mom to like me. I only get one first impression and I need to make it count,” I told him,
peering up and into his eyes.
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His eyes were soft, and I could get lost in them forever. I loved the way he looked at me. Val wiggled

comfortably as she settled in with our mate. Val had told me at one point that she and Max often speak
to one another without Enzo and me.
Both our wolves are happy that we are finally together and marked.
“My mom is going to love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “We are just going to the
hospital, and the doctors say she’s not even awake yet.”
“But she could wake up at any moment and when she does—”
“She’s going to be exhausted and barely see you. Her eyes are so bruised and swollen. Her wolf is old
and not fast at healing,” Enzo told me.
He took hold of my hands and spun me around to face him.
“I love you and my mom is going to love you,” he said in a soft tone.
I smiled and kissed him gently on the cheek.
I allowed Enzo to guide me out of his room and down the stairs of the packhouse. Ethan stood at the
doorway, staring between us.
“The car is all set. Want me to drive you?” He asked.
Enzo shook his head.
“I can drive,” he answered.
I smiled my thanks to Ethan before following Enzo outside towards his running car. It only took us a few
minutes to get to the pack hospital.
Enzo knew exactly where he was going so, I just followed closely behind him. His mother was on the
second story in a private section of the hospital. When we got to her room, I took a steady breath.
He pushed the door open and went inside the room; I followed behind him. The first thing I noticed
upon entering her room was the way the natural sunlight poured in through the window and lit up the
entire room. Then I noticed the large bouquet of flowers on the bedside table that looked very new.
Enzo’s mother lay in the bed, facing upward, with a bunch of machines and tubes attached to her. I
gasped when I saw the number of bruises that covered her flesh. She had cuts on her face and hands,
scratch marks, and bruises, and her eyes were completely swollen just as Enzo had told me. She was
wrapped in bandages also so I could only imagine what the rest of her looked like. But I also noticed
burn makers on her hands and the imagery made me wince.
I stepped closer, getting a closer look beyond the wounds. From her features, Enzo looked a lot like her.
I could see where he got his good looks because she was beautiful. She had big full lips, just like Enzo,
and high cheekbones. Her brown hair was long and flowing across her shoulders.
I wished she would open her eyes so I could see those too.
Enzo took a seat next to her bed and took her hands into his, holding them gently.
My heart ached for him; I couldn’t imagine what he must be going through right now. The pain he must
be feeling knowing he couldn’t be there to protect his mother.
He lowered his head in defeat while still holding onto her hands.
It dawned on me that he hadn’t really told me a lot about his mother. I don’t know what kind of mother
she was and what he was like with her. Then again, he turned out kind of great so she must have done
something right.
But still, the question remained:
Why was she living as a rogue?
I was told it was a choice she made, but I didn’t understand why. Nobody has explained it any further
than that.
I placed my hand on Enzo’s shoulder and just stood beside him. I said nothing, I knew if he wanted to