My Professor Is My Alpha Mate (Lila) novel Chapter 220

Lila’s POV

“Oh, my goddess!” Miss Emily exclaimed as she jumped to her feet.

My entire lunch slipped out of my hands and splattered to the ground; it also got on my clothing. I jumped to my feet as well, my heart racing.

“I’m so sorry,” I breathed, feeling my brain rattling.

Miss Emily rushed toward me with napkins. I bent down and tried my best to clean my lunch off the ground.

“I’ll grab a towel,” she said as she walked over to one of her closets on the far side of the room. When she returned, we were able to clean up the rest of my mess.

“I’m so sorry…” I said again, feeling all sorts of embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it, Lila,” she said in return. “I shouldn’t have abruptly said that.”

My face warmed as I looked at her; she didn’t look angry or shocked. She just looked like her normal, compassionate, and genuine self. She motioned for the seat in front of her desk as she went back to her chair.

“Want half my sandwich?” She asked, sitting down.

I shook my head, sitting down as well.

“I’m not very hungry anymore,” I said, keeping my eyes on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said, frowning. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I know that wasn’t an appropriate statement.”

“I don’t understand… how did you—”

“Know that you and Alpha Enzo are mates?” She asked, raising her gaze to mine.

My eyes widened even more.

“I knew since last year,” she explained. “I had a vision about you…”

“You’re a—”

“—I’m a prophet, yeah,” she said brightly. “It runs in my family. But I’m a different kind of prophet… I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Can you try?” I asked, feeling my eyes pleading.

She smiled and nodded.

“It’s when I touch people,” she said, meeting my eyes. “It’s like I can see into their soul and look at the world through their eyes. I feel their emotions, pain, and even fears. I can get glimpses of their past and futures. I can get some insight into what they are thinking about and the choices they will need to make in the future. I can see their life paths and the different routes they may take,” she explained.

I stared at her with wide eyes.

“I’ve heard of that before…” I breathed. “I think my mother had taught me about that kind of prophet. They are called Seer, right?”

She smiled, her cheeks growing a bit red, but she nodded.

“Yes. I am a Seer. My abilities didn’t start until last year. They developed after Enzo turned me down…”

“What happened?” I asked, intrigued.

“He apologized for turning me down and I put my hand on his shoulder, and when I did, I got a glimpse of him finding out that you were his mate. You were in the infirmary, and he ran inside and spotted you,” she explained, a smile tugging at her lips.

“So, you knew for most of last year?” I asked in wonder. “But how did you know I went to Monstro with him?”

She laughed lightly.

“I touched your back earlier when I was looking at your painting and I saw a glimpse of you seeing him on the airplane,” she chuckled. “I’m assuming him going with you wasn’t planned.”

I laughed.

“Not at all,” I said, and we both continued laughing. But then we stopped and took a breath. “You aren’t going to tell the board… are you?”

“I don’t see why I’d have to,” she said with a shrug. “Neither of you has crossed a line in my presence. I shouldn’t even know this information.”

“Thank you,” I said; I felt calmer now.

“Now, tell me about your vacation,” she said as she took a bite of her sandwich.

We spent the rest of lunch talking and catching up. I told her about my vacation and about how Enzo marked me, and she told me about her summer painting class.

When lunch ended, I thanked her for the conversation and headed to my next class, Werewolf Sociology.

By the end of class, I was exhausted, but I still had one more class and this was the class I was dreading the most.

Combat and Shifting with Professor Xander.

I haven’t seen him since last week; he had given me a protein mix and told me to mix it with a cup of water and drink it every morning. I drank it all last week and it made me feel incredibly weak. It made Val feel weak as well and I nearly lost her from the exhaustion she felt.

As far as Xander knows, I’m still drinking that stuff. But in reality, Enzo took it and is having it tested. The only thing is, there seems to be some magic tied to it and it’s blocking what’s actually in it. The only witch Enzo trusted to help has been beaten so badly that she still hasn’t woken.