My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
#Chapter 221 She Knows the Truth

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 fine,” she said, cutting off my words.

She stood up and for a moment, I thought she was going to fall over. She grabbed the locker in front of her before she fell completely forehead. Her head swooped downward again, and she took a steady deep breath.

I didn't bother saying anything this time, I just watched as she struggled to recover herself. Once she finally managed to get her footing on the ground, she stood straight up, squared her shoulders, and turned to me.

“Don't tell anyone about this,” she said, and it didn’t sound like a demand, but a plead.

Her eyes were locked on mine, and they were still filled with unshed tears. She didn't look angry or anything, but she did look desperate, and it made me want to ask more about what was happening to her.

But I refrained from doing so knowing she wouldn't tell me anyway.

“lwon't,” I finally agreed.

She said nothing as she turned and left the locker room. I stood there for a few more minutes before leaving the locker room myself and joining the cluster of students that stood in front of Xander. ©

He explained what today's lesson was going to be which I knew didn’t include me because their lessons consisted of shifting. Xander didn't like it when I shifted.

Our morning training session started with typical workouts, such as running 5 laps, sit-ups, push- ups, and pull-ups. Stuff that I could do easily and in my sleep

Then we got into the real combat training.

As usual, he went semi-easy on me during class. Though he wouldn't let me shift, I was able to get a few strikes in and even landed him on the ground. Of course, I fell way more than he did. But in front of the class, it appeared to be an equal match.

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He made me run around the largest track outside for what felt like hours. My lungs were on fire and my face was so hot I thought I was going to pass out. After about 100 laps, I felt my stomach beginning to betray me.

I wasn't going to be able to hold the little food I had eaten earlier down much longer. I hunched my body over and released the contents of my stomach all over the ground. Thank goddess we were outside.

Because of the shameful mess I made, he made me drop and give him 50 pushups. My arms felt like they were going to fall off.

The worst part was that he told me it was only a warmup.

We soon went back inside so we could practice real combat training and I lost track of how many times he slammed me on the ground. Everything ached so bad that I couldn't get any punches in like 1 did earlier. I could hardly even move my body.

I was punched, kicked, smacked, body slammed, and ridiculed. By the time he was finished with me, I was a bruised mess.

Professor Xander left me on the ground to recover on my own. He went into the locker room to shower and change. I could feel my wolf healing me already and I was thankful to her for that.

I lifted my head once I finally found enough strength to move and I noticed that he left most of his stuff in the corner of the room, scattered across the ground. Enzo used to leave his things in the same spot and at one point I even snooped through his things.

I got to my feet and went over to the locker room where I could hear the light sounds of water. I took a deep breath; I had a little bit of time before he came out of here. I'd like to be gone before he returns.

I quickly went toward his things and knelt in front of them.

Okay, Professor Xander. It's time to figure out what the hell you want.

There were a few different pieces of paper that were falling out of his bag along with a lunchbox, a water bottle, and a notebook. I frowned at the notebook; it was most likely his lessons for each day, but it wouldn't hurt to take a peek anyway.

I opened it, seeing his handwriting scrawled out in neat cursive.

I was right for the most part, it seemed to be lessons for each day.

As I flipped through the notebook, I wasn't sure what I was looking for.

Then, the word Volana appeared in neat cursive toward the back of the book and my heart fell deep into my stomach.

Weaken the Volana and weaken her odds.

What the hell did that mean?

There was more writing underneath it that I was about to read until I heard a low and threatening voice behind me.

“Can I help you with something?”

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