My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 110

Lila’s POV

It felt like my feet were on fire; these shoes were digging into my flesh. I fell to the ground, unable to handle staying on my feet any longer and I grabbed at the shoe, holding onto my foot as pain seeped into me.

I heard the gasps of my peers around me and when I looked up, I saw Sarah smirking in the distance, folding her arms across her chest.

She had done this on purpose; I should have known she didn’t give me these shoes out of the kindness of her heart.

I met the eyes of a very worried Becca; she furrowed her brows together as she looked at the shoes and then back at Sarah.

This couldn’t be happening to me right now.

Even my opponent was looking worried on my behalf.

“Where did you get those shoes?” I heard Enzo whisper as he knelt down in front of me.

I hadn’t noticed him walking toward me until he was already in front of me.

I glanced over at Sarah who looked annoyed now, but I didn’t say her name.

“They were a gift,” I said in return, looking back at Enzo.

Before I knew what was happening, he was pulling the shoes off my feet and then my socks. Everybody, including myself, gasped when they saw how bloody and bruised my feet were.

Enzo sighed and stood to his feet; he went toward his stuff that was tossed in the corner of the room and rummaged through his backpack until he got what he was looking for.

He came back with some medical supplies.

“You carry that stuff on hand?” I asked, raising my brows as he began dabbing my feet in the alcohol.

I winced in pain.

“I’m a combat and shifting professor; I need to be prepared,” he muttered in return.

Once the blood was cleaned, he started to wrap my feet in long cloth bandages.

“This should be a lesson to all of you,” Enzo said loudly. “Never wear new shoes to a fight. Always break them in for at least a week first.”

I felt stupid; I should have known that information already.

I felt even more stupid for leaving my normal shoes in the locker room.

Once Enzo was finished wrapping my feet, he stood up.

“Now continue,” he said, turning away from me.

“Without shoes?”

He looked back at me, his eyes dark.

“Whose fault is that?”

My heart fell into my stomach at his cruelness. I pressed my lips firmly together and stood to my feet. Without saying anything, I turned back to my opponent.

He glanced down at my feet questionably before meeting my eyes.

“You sure you want to continue this?” He asked, getting into his stance.

“I’m not failing this class,” I said, getting into my own stance.

He smirked and soon we were both fighting once again. I was able to fight much better without shoes and I think it’s because I spent most of my life fighting without shoes.

I was fast, faster than my opponent.

He soon looked tired and winded, and I knew I had the upper hand. I was able to get him to the floor with ease and press the palm of my foot against his chest, pinning him to the ground.

He was too exhausted to fight me anymore.

My classmates clapped for me, and I smiled as I helped him to his feet.

“You fight beautifully,” he said, bowing to me.

I bowed in return and waited for the next opponent.

This one was the weaponry combat.

I grabbed my weapon of choice, which was a dagger, and they grabbed a bow and arrow. My heart fell when I saw her pick up that weapon.

How could she use that without actually puncturing me?