My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 190

Lila’s POV

I was taken aback by Professor Xander’s cruel words. I never expected him to go easy on me so for him to assume that’s what I wanted was upsetting. If anything, I liked the challenge. I’ve never been one to shy away from a good challenge and I wasn’t going to start today.

Xander smirked.

“I’m changing the rules for you, Miss Lila,” Xander continued as he measured me with his eyes. “I’ve heard about you. Ah. Yes. I’ve heard everything about you and what you can do. I also heard about your incident with a student last year. Let me be clear… that won’t be happening again this year.”

I furrowed my brows together; was he talking about the incident with Becca? How did he even find out about that? It was supposed to be kept quiet.

“Your training will be different than the other students. Your training won’t include your wolf. If you shift into your wolf, you will be penalized. All of your combat will be done in human form.”

“I can’t shift?!” I gasped, staring up at him in disbelief.

He can’t just take away my ability to use my wolf. This was a combat class, but this was also a shifting class in a shifting academy.

“It’s a shifting class,” I spoke my thoughts out loud. “How do you expect me to pass the class and not shift?”

“Your lessons will be solely on combat. We will be using various weapons and hand combat,” he explained, keeping his tone even. “The usage of your wolf is forbidden. Am I understood?”

I stared at him for a moment longer, Val grew incredibly uneasy at the sound of his words, but she kept quiet.

I managed a head nod.

“Good,” he said, turning away from me and walking toward the back of the arena.

I took that as my cue to follow him; he was my partner for the semester after all.

Once we were away from everyone else, he turned toward me and placed his hands behind his back. He stared at me with a blank expression.

“Hit me.”

I rose my brows.

“What?” I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Hit me,” he said again.

I stared at him for a moment longer, his expression unchanged and his body unmoved.

“I’d like to see the method you use and your body language. I haven’t seen you fight before so I’d like you to hit me.”

“I could hurt you,” I said to him.

He was a tall and broad man who towered over me, but I’ve taken down men his size before. I was confident that I could hurt him and the thought of hurting a professor left me feeling unsettled.

“You won’t,” he said, sounding very sure of himself.

For some reason, that made me want to hit him.

I got into my usual fighting stance and lifted my clenched fists; he remained unmoved, and his eyes were on mine.

I swung my fist in the direction of his face and just as I was about to make contact, my fist hit nothing but air. I nearly fell as he dodged the attack, quickly and with ease.