My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0514 Once I was sure he was gone, I went to my bedroom door and quickly opened it.

Flipping on the light, I saw Lila curled up on my bed. She still wore my T-shirt and had her dark hair pulled up into a messy bun. She sat on the top of my bed with her knees pressed against her chest and her eyes were filled with unshed tears.

It was obvious she was trying hard not to sob; her bottom lip was swollen from biting on it so hard.

“Hey,” I said softly, rushing toward her and sitting beside her. “Come here...” I opened my arms out for her, and she threw herself into my embrace, letting out her desperate sobs. Her entire body trembled and shook in my embrace, and I felt her tears soaking through the thin cotton shirt I wore.

I rubbed her spine gently with the palm of

my hand, trying to provide her with some kind of comfort and warmth.

“I can’t believe Merida is dead...” she whispered against me. “I can’t believe she’s gone...” “I know...” Iwhispered in return. “I'm so sorry you had to be here for this.” “She was such a sweet girl,” Lila whimpered. “She didn’t deserve to die.

Especially brutally...” “I’m sure she didn’t suffer for long,” I told her, trying to keep my voice calm, but I don’t think my words were helping.

She peered up at me and stared at me through her glossy eyes; her lips trembling as she struggled to speak.

“She lost all her blood and was hit in the head until she died...” Lila said, her voice almost cold with distaste, but I saw the pure pain on her face, and it broke my heart into a million pieces. “How could

she not have suffered?” Her last question came out barely audible as she broke off into another round of sobs.

I cupped her face in my hands and kept her head steady so I could look into her beautiful eyes.

“I know this situation is awful. But we are going to do everything in our power to make sure something like this doesn’t happen again. No other student is going to die like that again,” I assured her firmly.

Her sobs slowed and she sniffled.

“How can you be so sure?” She asked, swallowing hard. “We don’t even know who the Killer is. They are still out there, Enzo.” I nodded to her, understanding her worries and frustrations.

“I'need you to trust me,” I said to her,

dropping my voice to only a whisper.

“Can you do that for me?” She didn’t even hesitate; she nodded right away which made my heart skip a beat entirely.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

I used my thumbs to wipe away the tears that stained her pale cheeks.

“Good,” I said gently, watching as a small smile finally appeared on her lips.

Whether it was fake or not, it still appeased me. I leaned in and pressed my lips gently against her, tasting and concurring her sweet lips. Her lips formed perfectly against mine and she even opened her mouth slightly, granting me permission to deepen the kiss and explore her mouth with my tongue.

I bit onto her bottom lip, sucking, and tugging on it gently. She moaned at the sensation, and I noticed a little color

returning to her features. Her cheeks were glowing pink and her eyes filled with lust and desire. Her honeysuckle scent grew potent, and my mouth watered.

She pulled back for a moment so she could remove the shirt and I was pleased to see that she was completely naked under the shirt. She gave me a coy smile as she leaned back on the bed, motioning for me to come with her.

I obliged immediately, crawling on top of her and taking control of her lips once again. She breathed me in as I kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her perfect body. I could tell she wanted me to touch every inch of hers, just as I did.

I ran my fingers down the sides of her curvy waist, and she shuddered in delight at the sensation I brought her. She threw her head back as I ran my lips delicately down the nape of her neck and across her

shoulders. Goosebumps formed on her arms and legs; I wanted to kiss every single one of them.

Continuing down the length of her body, down her torso, her juices ran down her inner thighs, begging for me to lick it up and taste her sweetness. .

“Oh, Enzo,” she gasped, running her manicured nails through my hair and massaging my scalp. “Iwant you...

please...”