My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Enzo’s POV
“Alpha… thank you for coming. I’ve been so frightened. I haven’t opened the shop all day because I was
worried they would just return,” said the Jewelry shop owner, Eliza.
She was practically trembling when I entered the shop.
“Tell me everything that happened,” I ordered, following her toward the camera room.
“They walked in, they were wearing masks and hoods. A couple of them had guns. Said they’d shoot me
if I didn’t comply. Then, they took the sapphire necklace and left.”
“Only the necklace?”
“Yes,” she answered. “It’s the most valuable item in the store.”
“Let me see the footage.”
She typed something from the keyboard attached to the monitors and soon the image of the thieves
popped up on the screen. As I got a better look, I took notice of everything I could see. Their dark
sweatshirts and worn-out jeans; their dark masks. The cameras are old, so the images were a bit
pixelated.
They looked to be my height, if not a little shorter.
I watched as one of the guys went straight for the necklace. It was like he was on a mission to get that
necklace and only that necklace.
“Do you have any idea who it could be?” Eliza asked, tears filling her eyes.
“Yes,” I answered, glancing back at her. “Street rats.”
I also knew exactly how to find them.
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Lila’s POV
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By the time I returned to the guest bedroom, or maybe it was my grandmother’s old bedroom, my
heart was aching. I wasn’t entirely sure where it was coming from though. I could hear Val whimpering
though and I knew it had to do with Enzo.
She really liked him.
“Our mate doesn’t want a mate…” she breathed. “How could that be possible?”
I wanted to console her, but I wasn’t sure what to say to make her feel any better.
“Maybe it’s for the best,” I found myself saying. “Enzo isn’t exactly the type I saw myself being with.”
“Or maybe he’s exactly the type,” Val said in return. “We could change his mind and make him see that
having a mate would make him stronger!”
I didn’t deserve to have to convince someone to love me; it should be effortless. I wanted the kind of
story that my father and mother had. That my uncle Blake and aunt Sophie had. That my grandparent’s
had.
I wasn’t going to get that kind of story from Enzo if all he cared about was power. He might not be
exactly like his father, but he was still after the same goals. He wanted power and success; I couldn’t
blame him for that. It’s his ambitions and I admired that he knew what he wanted; that much was clear.
But it made me wonder how much room was there in his life to take on a romantic relationship.
That wasn’t the kind of relationship I wanted.
If he was so against mates, why hasn’t he rejected me yet?
I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
I also didn’t want somebody who thinks that it was okay to lock me inside the packhouse whenever
they want. I wasn’t the kind of girl who enjoyed staying inside for hours at a time. I was an explorer; I
loved traveling, seeing new things, and going to different places.
The outside world had never scared me. I learned to defend myself for a reason.
Like right now, for example, I was staying inside this room that once belonged to my grandmother, in a
pack that my grandparents and my mother once belonged to, and I haven’t even gone exploring the
pack to find out more information about my family. It was my right to see where my family had come
from.
I wasn’t going to get an opportunity like this often and I needed to make the most of it.
I sat up in bed, staring outside the bay window with a frown. It was the perfect view of the ocean; I’d
never even seen the ocean before. Elysium was on the other side, which was facing the opposite
direction of the ocean.
I went toward the bay window and pushed it open; I could already smell the salt from the water and it
was the most soothing thing in the world. It reminded me of that place in my mind’s eye where I saw
my wolf for the first time. I wanted to feel the sand beneath my toes and feel the cold waters.
I’m sure Enzo wouldn’t miss me if I was gone for only a little while; he probably wouldn’t even notice.
I stared over the ledge of the window; I was on the second floor. I could climb down easily if I had a
good footing on the ledge.
I swung my legs over the window and grabbed the ledge that sat on the outside of the building. There
were a couple more ledges going down that I could land on.
I ended up making it to the ground quickly and easily. I stared up at my opened window, satisfied that I
got out undetected.
It was dark, so the shadows would surely keep me hidden.