My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0407 Lila’s POV peas “Hello, Lila. How was your weekend" “Oh, hey, Miss Emily,” I said as I approached the art room.

Miss Emily stood outside the door wearing a beautiful, dotted dress that rested just above her knees and a pair of knee-high boots. Her short curly brown hair was pinned out of her face and rested just above her shoulders.

She also wore very light makeup; I liked Miss Emily because she always had such a natural and comforting look. She was very beautiful.

Last year, I remembered she had an obvious crush on Enzo. He never paid

much attention to her though and I knew it upset her. She was young, maybe in her mid-twenties. She was also mate-less.

I know she will find her mate soon though; she’s way too kind-hearted and sweet to go without a mate for much longer. The moon goddess will bless her; I’m sure of it.

But in the meantime, regardless of whatever crush she had on my mate, Miss Emily will always be my favorite art professor.

“It was nice; I spent time with family,” I told her some of the truth, but obviously not all of it.

“How are your parents doing?” “They are doing good. They say hi,” I lied, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Well, tell them I said hello,” she said in return with a pleasant smile. “Would you like to have lunch together this evening? I'd like to hear about your summer as well. We didn’t get a chance to talk much.” “I'would like that,” I said in return.

she said, her smile

seating. But I liked a particular section in the classroom; mainly because I could see the front perfectly and yet I

the class had

most and this one happened to

Emily already got the paint set up in their rightful places, so I didn’t have to worry about that. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

set up the paint for

and I said hello to

of the class near her own easel, which happened to be facing the class

us already excel in this,

and did a little pose with a smile, making some of us chuckle. I got started on mixing some of the paint to make her exact skin color.

art studio. She took the opportunity, while she needed to fix it

right now, she halted business and hasn’t needed an

I can’t help but wonder if there’s more,

her and the studio,

asking; I turned to see the girl sitting on a

I asked, furrowing my

the paint to be her exact

with a faint smile. “Here, let me

join her at her easel, and I picked up the paint I used to create a new color on her pallet, She gasped as the