My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0516 “Now, you must rest. I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be long and difficult for all of us.” Inodded, hating that I had a feeling he was right. But I was too tired to think too much about it.

It didn’t take long for that exhaustion to take over and I soon drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

I woke up early the next morning to an empty bed. Feeling a sense of loneliness, I slid out of bed and grabbed the T-shirt I wore yesterday. It belonged to Enzo, and it carried his scent. I found it comforting when he wasn’t with me yesterday and I wanted to feel that sense of comfort again.

When I slid it on, it rested just above my

knees. It was the side of a dress on me, which I'loved. My hair was still in its messy bun, but I had messy curly strands falling lazily over my features. I didn’t bother fixing it though as I left the bedroom and made my way into the living room. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

His kitchen was open and attached to the living room. When I reached the living room, I was more than relieved to see that Enzo was inside the kitchen, cooking something.

When he saw me standing before him, his lips turned upward into a gentle and loving smile.

“I figured I'd make you some breakfast this morning,” he said, motioning for the pan that was currently sizzling some bacon. In his hands was a bowl and he was whisking together some pancake batter.

The entire house smelled of bacon grease and it smelled delicious.

“Seeming we can’t go to the dining hall for breakfast,” he continued, giving me a wary look when I hadn’t made any efforts to move toward him.

“What about the other students?” I asked, glancing out the window where I could see, through the thick layer of trees, the vacant campus.

“I’m sure Headmaster Prescott will get them food,” Enzo said, narrowing his eyes at me. “If that’s what you mean.” I nodded, turning back to him.

“I guess I feel a little guilty for not being there with them,” I admitted, glancing down at my bare feet. “I’m the president of the student committee. I should be in the face of this danger, but instead, I'm hiding out here with my mate.” “There isn’t anything you’d be able to do in that dorm,” Enzo reminded me.

“There’s a lockdown; that includes the president of the student committee.”

“I know...” I breathed. “I just feel a little hopeless.” He began to pour the pancake batter into medium-sized circles on a new frying pan.

“If there’s something for you to do, I'll let you know,” he assured me. “I’m heading to the student lounge after breakfast to help with the investigation.” I frowned at his words.

“Why the student lounge?” I asked.

“They are using the space for the investigation, and I believe they are planning on interrogating students today,” he answered.

My heart fell deep into my stomach.

“All of them?” I asked.

He nodded.

“It’s the best way to get leads,” he

explained. “Even if they didn’t do anything personally, someone might have seen something strange. Anything helps.” “Am I going to stay here for the day?” I asked him, sitting on the kitchen aisle stool as he put bacon and pancakes on a plate for me.

“It would be best,” he said in response, grabbing a mug and pouring some coffee in it. He then slid the plate and mug in my direction, and I thanked him with a kind smile before shoving the food in my mouth.

As worried as I was for today and all we were about to find out, I was still starving.

He made himself a plate and poured himself some coffee before sitting with me and eating.

“Do you have any suspicions on who could have killed her?” 1 found myself

asking, peering up at him.

He froze mid-bite at my question. The look on his face told me all I needed to know, but he sighed and shook his head.

“No, I don’t,” he answered.

I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I gave him a small smile and continued to eat.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when my cellphone started ringing; since finding out that Merida was killed by someone at this school, I’ve been jumpy lately. I grabbed my phone off the kitchen counter and instantly recognized Headmaster Prescott’s personal phone number.

My heart raced in my chest.

“What is it?” Enzo asked.

I took a deep breath before answering the phone.

“Headmaster Prescott,” I greeted,

meeting Enzo’s concerned eyes. “Hello.” “Hey, Lila. I'm sorry to call so early. But I’m here in the student lounge with an officer and we are going to be interrogating some students today,” she said on the other end of the phone. “He has a list of students that they believe might know something about the tragedy that had happened here.” “I see...” I said, unsure of where she was going with this.

Her next set of words chilled me to the bone, and I found myself frozen on the stool I sat upon.

“And Lila... you are the first person on the list,” she said slowly. “So, I'm calling to ask if you'd be able to come to the student lounge this morning so we can start the interrogation.”