My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0500 Lila’s POV Enzo’s question stayed with me for the rest of the day. We didn’t talk much more about it during class but told each other we would try to meet up afterward and talk about it some more. But I knew he was right; something had been off about her. She wasn’t her normal self and she’s been extremely distant.

When I asked Becca about it, she thought Rachel might be a little depressed probably because she broke up with her boyfriend. But she was fine after she and her boyfriend split and that was months ago.

“Sometimes depression comes much later after the breakup,” Becca said with a shrug. “I think the jewelry she was looking for was probably something he had given her.” ¢ “Maybe,” was all I said in return, but something didn’t seem right about that. “I guess we will see her at the meeting. She said she’d be there.” “Yes, but she’s been saying a lot of things lately,” Becca said with a shrug.

I knew she was right about that too; what was happening to my friend? She’s been my roommate since last year and we've been close since then, but lately, it just felt like she was pulling away. I hated thinking that she could possibly be depressed.

Why would she be watching our combat and shifting class though It wasn’t making much sense to me. I decided to brush the thought out of my mind and just focus on my duties for the rest of the day. I didn’t have the time to worry about her right now; I'had to focus on this meeting.

It was our first meeting and I wanted it to go well. Twould talk to Enzo about it later; he told me that Alpha Jonathan was planning on returning to his pack this evening, so I'll be able to spend the night with him.

all night. It was much needed and all I wanted was to kiss

much safer being with

both excited to be there. It was a typical classroom with long wooden tables and chairs that sat in the center of the room. They looked like conference tables and were

Miss Emily’s room, which was in

a large desk with a computer and

Becca pointed out with a

element being called a president

her hand across the large whiteboard that sat in

as I went toward my desk and placed my backpack down. I rummage through my stuff and pull out all my folders and notebooks. “I have all the plans we came up with. I can’t wait to talk about it with everyone.” Brody was