My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
#Chapter 239 New roommate

Lila's POV

“Lila, what happened?” Becca asked as soon as I ran into the dorm room.

My heart was racing, and I was on the verge of tears; I couldn't believe what just happened.

“I think I messed up,” I said as I took a deep breath, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat.

"Messed up how exactly?” Becca asked, standing to her feet like she was going to rush over to me, but she kept her ground and just stared at me.

"Alpha Jonathan caught Enzo and me in the arena,” I said, biting onto my bottom lip once I got the sentence out.

Becca gasped loudly.

“Were you doing it?” She asked

"What? No! Of course, not,” I said a little too quickly, feeling my face growing hot as she raised her brows.

"Kissing?"

“No...” I said, staring down at my hands. “We were just talking, and he went to touch my face when Alpha Jonathan cleared his throat.”

“Lila, you were practically doing nothing for him to catch. What were you talking about?”

I opened my mouth to answer her, but I had a nasty gut feeling to keep this information to myself. Jazzy escaping from Enzo’s dungeon was a really bad thing and it could be dangerous for anyone who gets involved. The less Becca knows the better.

"We were talking about an assignment,” I lied. I hated lying; I wasn't even good at it. But in this case, she didn't have a reason to suspect that I was lying so she just smiled and walked over to me. “You're going to be fine,” she said in a calm tone. “I'm sure Professor Enzo will take care of it.”

She wrapped me in a tight hug.

“You know that's not what I mean, Lila,” she said, sighing. “I've tried to get her a room but unfortunately no student wants to room with her.”

“Then make them—"

"I can't force them to room with someone they don't want to room with; especially when they were there first,” she said, stopping my words. She didn't raise her voice, but her tone was powerful enough to silence me.

“It's just not fair,” I murmured, staring down at my hands.

“I know you want to help, and you are. By tutoring her and catching her up on her assignments, you are helping her a lot. She still has access to everything a regular student has access to. The only difference is she won't be sleeping here. It won't affect her work if she doesn't let it.”

I opened my mouth to say more, but the office door swung open and a dark and familiar sense washed over me. Telling from how tense Headmaster Prescott just got, I knew exactly who was standing behind me.

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were having a student meeting,” Alpha Jonathan said from behind me.

I turned slightly and peered up at him; his eyes flashed with recognition as he glared at me.

“Oh, hello, Lila,” he said with such a fake kindness I had to stifle an eye roll.

“Hello, Alpha,” I said to him, proud that my voice came out stronger than I felt. I turned back to Headmaster Prescott and forced a smile. “I'll leave so you can talk.”

"Actually, you can stay, Lila,” Alpha Jonathan surprised me by saying. “I'm glad you are here; this concerns you as well.”

My heart fell deep into my stomach. He was going to tell the headmaster about what he saw in the arena. I knew it.

It took everything I had not to jump up and run from the room.

"Go on,” Headmaster Prescott urged.

Alpha Jonathan stepped further into the room, keeping the door open, probably so Sarah could listen as well. I felt my face getting warmer with each passing second.

“I wanted to speak to you about this mural that is being created under my nose without my consent,” he said through his teeth and as soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself sighing in relief.

But then his words registered, and I tensed again. Was he going to forbid the mural from happening? We were already collecting photos from students; they were going to be so disappointed.

“We've been meaning to speak about it with you—"

"When? After it's already been created?” Jonathan asked, raising his brows. I had never seen Tiffany Prescott look so small as she does at this very moment. I felt bad she was getting in trouble because of an idea that I had.

“My board members were supposed to send an email—"

“They didn't,” he said sharply, cutting her off. “I had to find out from a student.”

“I'm so sorry, Alpha...”

“If it were to be run by me, I'd express my concerns about having my campus graffitied.”

“It's not graffiti,” I found myself saying quickly. “It's a mural for students. It'll give the campus more life and color.”

“It's a school; it doesn't need life or color,” he said through his teeth.

“It's a school that most of us live in,” I said in return, narrowing my eyes at him. “The students are lacking in motivation and 60% of it is because of the environment they work in.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"And graffiti is going to change that?" He asked, raising his brows.

“It'll help,” I said, not bothering him to correct him again. “The colors will make it livelier, and the students will feel seen.”

"Alpha, the mural is going to be a bunch of pictures that the students submit to the art department that will—"

“I'm aware of what this project is, Miss Prescott. No thanks to you and the board that I pay,” Alpha Jonathan sneered, making her flinch and silence. He then turned to me, narrowing his eyes at me. “I'll tell you what. You win this election, and you can continue with this project. If my daughter wins then this project is being thrown out. Until then, it's on hold. End of story.”

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