My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

~ Chapter 0497 “Rachel, do you smell that?” 1 asked, still keeping my eyes on her, Her body visibly tensed, “I don’t smell anything, Professor,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. “But I need to go. I'll see you later.” I'said nothing as she took off running toward the dormitory.

I stared at the academic center, the scent started to disappear and became less potent.

“That was strange...” Max said, mimicking my thoughts.

i gmy 4 I shook my head of any thoughts and continued my run.

On Tuesday my classes started early. I had shifting and combat 101, at 9 am and another one at 10 am.

Then I had shifting and combat 102 at 2 pm, and another one, which was Lila’s class, at 3 pm.

I had a later class at 6 pm which was my advanced shifting and combat class.

Tuesdays and Thursdays were typically my busy days; on Mondays and Wednesdays, 1 only had 2 classes, one at 10 am and the otherat3 pm. On Fridays, T only had one class, which was advanced and was held at 11 am, 3

Iwill say, out of all my students, Lila was probably the best one at I combat and I'm not just saying that because she’s, my mate. She spent I most of her life training with her father and the best gamma warriors I in our nation. It’s not surprising that she excels in combat and I'm proud to be taking her training even further. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I'hated to admit it, but she seemed to have gotten fiercer and stronger since we trained last year. Which means her training with Xander actually paid off a little bit. Even though he was poisoning her and abusing his power. The thought of him physically hurting her made me feel sick.

3 pm came slowly; I counted the hours before I’d be able to see Lila and touch her. Even if the touching was for the combat portion of our class. She walked into the arena wearing a tight tank top and a pair of yoga pants that left no mystery about her incredible body. Her outfit hugged every curve perfectly. She kept her dark curls tied up in a high ponytail and when she walked toward me, she had a bright smile on her face and her gorgeous eyes lit up with color.

She was vibrant and beautiful; the very sight of her made my wolf howl in delight and my heart raced in my chest.

“Good afternoon, Professor,” she said as she walked past me to stand beside her friend, and roommate, Becca.

The way she said “Professor” was teasingly and almost seductive. I had to stifle the growl that emerged from my throat.

a bg ie I'wanted to press her against the wall and have my way with her right ‘ then and there, but I couldn’t and that pissed me off.

The scent of honeysuckle filled my senses, making me forget about that rancid flesh scent I smelled outside the academic center earlier this morning. I made a mental note to ask Lila about her friend Rachel and see if she’s noticed anything strange about her.

There were about 20 students in this class, including Sarah who stood in the very back and looked incredibly awkward. I have a feeling she lost her support system and friends when everybody recovered the memories, she took from them. They also regained their free will, so they were no longer under her control.

I'noticed some students giving her passive-aggressive and dirty looks, but she seemed to be paying them no attention. Even her combat partner was keeping her distance.

“Okay everybody; we are going to start today by doing two laps around the arena grounds outside,” I told them, making my voice boom across the arena.

I motioned for them to exit out the door; sometimes I liked having class outside. It made it easier for the shifting portion of the class.

“Two laps in human form. Two laps in wolf form,” I ordered. “Go!” They all began to run out the door and make laps around the large field. Lila was the fastest; her form was perfect, and she hardly broke a sweat on the first lap. On the second lap, her cheeks grew pink and

snc — &F 1308 ‘sweat beaded on her forehead and dripped down the nape of her neck, l She was the first to complete the first two laps and then she shifted into her glorious pure white wolf and her running grew almost as fast as lightning. Her wolf was huge, and her form was nearly perfect as well, making Max howl in delight.

The others soon shifted into wolf forms as well and also began running quickly, but certainly not as fast. I watched her with a sense of pride, and I made a mental note to show her just how proud of her I was later.

Something in the far distance caught my eye though and I narrowed my eyes in that direction. Standing off near the bleachers, I saw a girl sitting there, watching the group of wolves running. Her body seemed stiff as a statue and for a moment, I couldn’t tell who it was. But Max’s growing anxiety and unease felt like a repeat of this morning.

The girl slowly stood on the bleachers, and that’s when I realized who she was.

“It’s Rachel...” I