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.

said, her smile

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

the class had

the most and this one happened to be

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the paint for her. But it seemed

I said hello to some familiar

joined, standing in front of the class near her own easel, which happened to be facing

of us already excel in this, but we are going to

is going to be painting a picture of me. It doesn’t have to be exact; you can be as creative as you'd like. Just make sure it’s appropriate.” She sat down on her stool 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. Portrait painting was my strongest suit; last year I painted a portrait of Enzo, and

returned to redoing her art studio. She took the opportunity, while she needed to fix

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

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

I have to admit, I missed her and the studio, even though I spent the

to see the girl sitting on a

asked, furrowing my

the paint to be her exact skin tone,”

with a faint smile. “Here, let

my stool to 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 color transformed and turned into Miss