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 him

I felt much safer being with him vs. being away

chairs that sat in the center of the room. They looked like conference tables and were perfect for the committee. There were a bunch of art and crafting materials around the room too so I

far away from Miss Emily’s room, which was in the art

a large desk with a computer and everything. There was

pointed out with a

a little out of my element being called a president and having my own desk, but I was also filled with

even got a whiteboard,” Becca said, running her hand across the large whiteboard that sat in the

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