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

art room and found my easel; we didn’t really have any assigned seating. But I liked a particular section in the classroom; mainly because I could see the front perfectly and yet I wasn’t too close. It was also a little

in the class

enjoyed the most and this one happened to be

the stool, I began to organize my brushes from smallest to biggest. Miss Emily already got the paint set up in their rightful places, so I

would set up the paint for her. But it seemed she had gotten here

filled up soon after and I said hello to some familiar faces

her own easel, which

in

appropriate.” She sat down on her stool and did a little pose with a smile, making some of us chuckle. I got

I know she’s been busy since we’ve returned to redoing her art studio. She took the opportunity, while she needed to fix it anyway, to redo the entire

to reopen next month; but for right now, she

wonder if there’s more,

her and the studio, even though I spent the entire summer

turned to see the girl sitting on a stool behind me

I asked, furrowing

to be her exact skin

with a

the paint I used to create a new color on her pallet, She gasped as the color transformed and turned into Miss Emily’s skin