My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 105

Lila’s POV

“Go to our mate!” Val pleaded. “Run to him!”

She was excited to see him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do as she requested.

I just stood frozen, staring at Enzo.

“What are you two doing in here?” Enzo asked; there were no emotions displayed on his face and that caused my heart to ache painfully in my chest.

“Sorry, professor. I was just helping her practice while I had a little time,” Brody said, not sensing that there was anything wrong with that.

“I was waiting for you and when you didn’t show up, Brody offered to help me,” I further explained, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Well, I’m here now,” Enzo said, pulling his eyes away from me to glare at Brody. “You should get to practice; I think your coach was looking for you.”

If looks could kill, his look would have certainly ended Brody’s life.

Brody looked alarmed.

“I just have to grab my stuff out of my locker,” Brody said as he sprinted toward the locker room.

Enzo was quiet as he walked past me; he had his bag flung over his shoulder and I couldn’t help but notice the annoyed, yet tired, look on his face.

He must have had a tough morning.

“Ask him about it,” Val coached.

“How was your morning?” I asked him, watching as he stripped his shirt off and shoved it into the bag, he threw on the ground.

He glanced over his shoulder to look at me; I thought he was going to answer, but Brody ran out of the locker room with his stuff.

“I’ll see you later, Lila,” he said, rushing over to the door of the arena.

“Have a good practice,” I said after him just before he disappeared.

I looked back at Enzo who was no longer paying any attention to me. He was examining his wall of weapons before he picked the weapon of his choice.

“Pick something,” he ordered, ignoring my initial question.

I went over to the wall and grabbed the usual dagger I fight with; this will definitely be the weapon I choose during the finals.

I turned to Enzo who was getting into his stance, ready for our practice session. However, there was something off about him. I had never seen him look quite this tired before and there was something in his eyes that I didn’t recognize.

He was giving me a look that was annoying, but it was mixed with pain.

There was something wrong with my mate and I wasn’t sure he would tell me if I asked him.

I knew he went on a date with Bethany last night and it pained me to think about it. But I wasn’t going to feel better unless I asked him about it.

“I saw you last night…” I found myself saying, lowering my gaze to the ground.

He stood up straight and eyed my face carefully.

“You saw me last night?” He repeated, raising his brows curiously.

“Yes,” I answered. “On your date.”

“It wasn’t a date.”

“It looked like a date.”

“Bethany wanted to discuss some stuff and asked to meet up,” he explained, still eyeing me. “That’s all there was to it.”

I felt a little relieved to hear that, but there was still something strange going on; I could see it on his face.

“What did she want to discuss?” I dared to ask, meeting his eyes.

“She wanted to apologize for her behavior,” he answered. “Are we done with the questions? Because I have things to do later and would like to get this done.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but I was interrupted by another voice emerging from the doorway.