My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Lila's POV

I hadn't even realized I was cut until I saw the look on Enzo's face when he told me I was hurt. Then I felt a small sting on my forehead and the blood trickling down the side of my face.

His eyes were dark and fixated on my features.

I've honestly had worse injuries; this was minor in comparison. But I don’t tell him that. Instead, he does something I wasn't expecting.

He wrapped an arm around me and lifted me into his arms, cradling me like a child. My heart leaped in my chest and my eyes widened as I gazed up at him. He was going to walk me back to the packhouse.

“I can walk you know,” I tell him.

“This will be faster.”

Before I could ask him how on earth this would be faster; he starts to run. He wasn't even in his wolf form; he was just sprinting with me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself, pressing my face against his chest and breathing in his amazing scent.

Val was in complete bliss.

I had to keep reminding her that this wasn't the guy we wanted as a mate. Based on what Dee had said, he was incapable of real love.

I could only imagine what we must have looked like to those passing by.

We quickly made it back to the packhouse, and Beta Ethan was the first to greet us when we entered.

“What were you doing out at this hour?”

“I wanted fresh air,” I told him. “I don't like staying inside for long.”

“It was stupid,” he muttered.

He then pulled away from me to clean up his supplies.

I stared at him dumbfounded.

“Excuse me, but if I hadn't had left, I wouldn't have found that woman who—"

“You wouldn't have gotten hurt.”

"I saved that woman's life... a “thank you’ would be nice,” I shot back, trying not to get too angry with him

I knew he was just worried that something would happen to me because my father would kill him. He was doing his job protecting me; I couldn't fault him for that. But still, I saved that woman's life. The least he could do was thank me.

“I would have had that handled,” he said; he was purposely not meeting my eyes.

“By the time you showed up, it would have been too late. You saw the state of that woman. It was worse when I got there.”

He looked like he wanted to argue more, but he didn't. Instead, he took his supplies back to the bathroom and cleaned up. When he returned, I had curled up on the bed with my legs pressed to my chest. I was feeling sad all of a sudden; my heart was heavy, and I just wanted to cry. I should be happy that I was seeing my family tomorrow, but I didn't feel happy right now. I just felt... sad.

I didn't want to cry in front of him though; I held back the tears. He was staring at me for a long while like he was trying to read my face. There was a small frown on his face, and he cocked his head to the side.

He sighed, shaking his head.

“Thank you.”

I glanced up at him, surprised by his words. His eyes had softened.

"What?" I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly.

"Don’t make me repeat it,” he muttered. He turned to the door and grabbed the doorknob but paused. “If you weren't there... things would have been worse. I'm glad you were there... even if you did get hurt.”

I was quiet, unsure of what to say. I wasn't expecting this from him. So, I stared at the back of his head with my mouth hanging open.

Just as he pulled the door open, I couldn't help but ask, “Why haven't you rejected me yet?”