My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
#Chapter 204 Ice Cream Truck

Lila's POV

"Sarah, what are you doing?” I asked, approaching her.

"What does it look like I'm doing,” she asked in return, narrowing her eyes at me. “I'm giving away free ice cream. I thought it would be a nice touch to your little bake sale.”

“It kind of takes away from it; don't you think?”

“Takes away from it?" She asked with wide eyes. “Oh, gosh no. That was not my intention. I only wanted to help. Tiffany Prescott said that it was a great idea when I brought up the idea to her.” She gave me a fake pout that I could see through right away.

"Headmaster Prescott gave you permission?” I asked, raising my brows; I was finding that hard to believe. “We are doing this to raise money for the committee; if you give away free ice cream, it'll be difficult for us to raise money.”

“I'm only thinking of students who can't afford your baked goods,” she said, batting her long and fake lashes at me.

I pressed my lips together, folding my arms across my chest, I said, “They can pay what you can. We don't have prices for that reason.”

“My father recently bought me this ice cream truck for my birthday. I wanted to put it to good use,” she shrugged. “There's no crime in that.”

"Stop pretending you are doing this for the students, Sarah,” Rachel seethed stepping beside me. “You are doing this to sabotage the bake sale.”

"Oh, believe. I don't need to try that hard to sabotage this stupid bake sale,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. Her friends chuckled behind her. “Your shitty baking will do that for me.”

"When was the last time you lifted a finger and baked anything?” Rachel asked in return, folding her arms across her chest, and tilting her head to the side. “Your precious maids do that for you.” “Don't act like you know me, bitch,” Sarah seethed in return. She then looked back at me and narrowed her eyes. “Don't act like you are much better than me. You are doing this for the same reason I am. To win.”

"You are selfish, Sarah,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “You only care about yourself. I don't want to be president of the student committee so badly.”

The arena also reeked of him, so he was close.

"What do you think you are doing in here?” I heard a voice from behind me.

I turned around to find a tall and broad gentleman with a bunch of tattoos covering his arms and chest. A bit tacky for my taste, but I shouldn't have been surprised.

“Professor Xander,” I greeted, keeping my tone even and unbothered.

Just looking at him brought out the fur I felt, but I had to keep myself and Max under control. "And who might you—" his voice trailed off as realization crossed his eyes. “Oh. You must be Alpha Enzo. Also known as the former professor. I was wondering when you'd be making an appearance in my arena. What honor do I have for this visit?"

A low growl emerged from my throat.

His arena?

"Just wanted to see who has taken over my position,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on his.

“Do you have a campus pass?” He asked, furrowing his brows together. “You can't be here without one.”

“I just stopped by to grab some things I left behind. Then decided to make a pit stop here,” I answered. “l won't be here long.”

“Even still—"

"What pack do you come from, professor?” I asked, cutting off his words.

"Excuse me?” He asked, his eyes squinting in confusion. “I'm not sure why that's relevant.”

“I don't recognize any of the symbols shown on your tattoos,” I explained. “Are you from around here?”

“My tattoos don't represent my pack,” he answered, folding his arms across his chest. “I'm sorry, Alpha. But where I come from isn’t your concern.”

"How much experience do you have in combat?” I found myself asking, narrowing my eyes at him. He pressed his already thinned lips together.

"Why do I get the feeling you are giving me the third degree?” He asked,

“I want to make sure these students are getting the best training they can,” I answered.

“You lost the right to know about these students and their education the minute you quit being a professor,” he said, shaking his head.

“I quit because my pack needed me, not because I stopped caring,” I said in return.

“To the students, it's all the same.”

“They are smarter than that,” I said in return. “You should give them a little more credit than that.” “I won't tell you again, Alpha. Without a pass, you don't have any right to be here.”

“You don't smell like an Alpha, but you reek of someone with authority. Not a beta... perhaps a gamma?” I asked in a low and threatening tone. “Who's your Alpha?” sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"With all due respect, Alpha. I don't answer to you. Therefore, I don’t need to answer any of your questions.”

“What's going on in here?” I heard the familiar voice of headmaster Tiffany Prescott behind me.

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