Enzo’s POV “What can I help you with?” I asked, trying to retain my professionalism and not let the annoyance get the best of me. “I feel like we didn’t end things on the proper note and it’s completely my fault. I wanted to apologize in a proper way. If you’d let me.” “It’s not necessary,” I sai
Enzo hadn’t asked me to this event, and I understood why. Though it hurt a little, I wasn’t going to stress about it; not now anyways. “I have an idea,” Brody said, eyeing me carefully. “Why don’t you come with me?” I stared up at him in shock; attending the Alpha banquet with an Alpha was kind of
Lila’s POV“Is that Professor Enzo?” Becca asked, stepping beside me, and following my gaze to the window of an incredibly fancy restaurant. My heart clenched in a tight knot, and I felt Val lowering her head in sorrow as we watched our mate on a date with another woman. “Yes,” I said, my voice so
“It’s not fair. We need to teach him a lesson! Maybe you should go on a date too! I know Brody likes you and—” “That’s not the answer,” I said, stopping her words. “Plus, I can’t do that to Brody. It would hurt him.” Brianna sighed. “Why do you always have to be so good?” She asked, pouting. “But
Third Person POVNot far from Bethany and Enzo’s table, the waiter was returning with their water when he saw that Miss Bethany was sprinkling something in Alpha Enzo’s drink.The waiter nearly dropped the tray of water when he saw her doing this. Enzo was nowhere in sight; he didn’t even have guard
Bethany had no idea that she drank the spiked wine and now she was beginning to grow incredibly drunk from that drug that was in the wine.Enzo, clueless to this information, quickly asked the waiter for the check. Bethany was now slouching in her seat and rambling about something that Enzo didn’t
Enzo’s POV“What the hell did you do to her?!” Alpha John asked as I brought Bethany into their home. I still had her cradled in my arms; she was a drunken mess and singing a song I didn’t recognize, along with laughing wildly at nothing in particular. “She drank too much,” I answered, but I knew
“She’s my mate.” “I understand that, but she’s also your student Enzo. You could get into huge trouble if the board found out you were mated to your student.” “It’s not like I can help who I’m mated to,” I reminded her, taking another sip of the tea. I was starting to grow incredibly tired. I cou