My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Third Person POV

It was easy getting into Lila's party when Scott's dad was there. Scott and Sarah didn’t even need an excuse to attend. Actually, Scott's father insisted that he showed up.

Sarah spent the better part of her morning picking wolfbane from her personal garden.

She turned the wolfbane into a powder and placed it in a small vile she wore around her neck, tucking it into her shirt; hidden and out of sight.

Sarah wanted to destroy any chances of Lila getting her wolf on her birthday. Even though Lila was skilled in combat, she would still be known as lesser without her wolf. Sarah would remain superior in her wolf form.

As they got there, Lila was mingling with her guests and laughing. It annoyed Sarah.

She took note that Lila had a wine glass that was placed on the table before her.

"So, what exactly are we doing here?” Scott asked; she hadn't told him her plan, other than to crash the party.

“We are here to support the birthday girl,” Sarah said with a pleasant smile.

"Why? We broke up. Remember? I left her for you.”

That wasn't how Sarah remembered it.

Technically Lila was the one who left him. Though, the details didn't matter that much. Sarah didn't really have that big of an attachment to him. But Scott's father was an Alpha, which meant Sarah could only gain from her relationship with him.

It also didn’t hurt that he was handsome and looked good on her arm.

“You're going to be an Alpha one day, Scott. Lila is Alpha Bastien’s daughter. We are here for the same reason the other Alphas are here. To make a good impression and get ahead. Now go mingle with some of the Alphas.”

“I see,” Selene said; there was worry in her eyes. “The doctor will be here shortly. Can you let me know once he’s here? I'm going downstairs to speak to my husband. I think she’s been poisoned. Her symptoms seem odd..."

"Of course,” I tell her.

She gives me a small smile before leaving.

“Now is our chance...” Max urged once again. “Let's go into her room and see our mate.”

He was relentless.

Nonetheless, I decided to go in and check on her.

As I opened her door, her scent became even more potent.

She lay on her bed with her eyes closed; her face was still red, and she had beads of sweat on her forehead.

She had a fever.

She whimpered softly as if she was in pain and wiggled in bed, trying to find some sort of comfort. I reached my hand out to her, placing it gently on her forehead. She seemed to have soothed from just my touch alone.

She sighed, reaching her own hands up and placing them on top of my hand, keeping it in place. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I scanned her delicate body. She was still in her dress; she looked stunning tonight. She still looked stunning, even when she wasn't well.

She opened her eyes slightly and peered over at me.

“Professor Enzo?” She whispered in a weak, and yet sleepy, state.

“Just rest,” I tell her, keeping my tone low.

I was about to pull my hand away and walk out the door, but she tightened her grip, keeping me in place. She was strong for someone who was just poisoned, and half awake.

"Don't leave...” she whimpered. “Your hand feels nice... it's nice and cold...”

“I can get you a cold cloth,” I tell her.

She shakes her head, beads of sweat forming under my hand from her forehead.

“No... this is nice...” she says, closing her eyes again. “You're so handsome...” she murmured. I rose my brows at her words. “Painfully handsome. Why are you so—"

Her words were cut off as she started drifting back to sleep. I blinked a couple of times, still staring at her. I was surprised that she was so forward; then again, a high enough dosage of wolfbane tends to cause delusion.

I pulled my hand away from her; her body had gone limp as sleep overtook her. I went to her bathroom and gabbed a cloth, soaking it with cold water. When I put it over her head, I saw the redness in her face begin to fade away.

She sighed in relief, a small and weakened smile tugging at her lips.

“That feels nice...” she whispered. I was about to turn and leave once again, but her voice stopped me in my tracks. “You were my first kiss...” she murmured.

I knew she was inexperienced, but that kiss in the hallway was her first?

“You were my first kiss... professor Enzo...” she said again in a murmur. “You kissed... a... Volana...” She drifted off to sleep before her sentence was complete; I stared at her in shock, completely frozen.

What was she about to say?