My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 17

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

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?