NovelAppChapter 0376 Nobody else noticed the look on my face, but Dee did, and she gave me a small smile, trying not to make it obvious that she knew.
Enzo was on campus.
| Enzo’s POV As soon as I got to campus, I could smell Lila. The scent of honeysuckle filled my nose and calmed my every muscle and tension. Max was desperate to get to our mate, but there was something else I needed to do first.
I didn’t go to the bake sale right away, I knew there was no class today but if I was lucky, Professor Xander would be training, and I'd be able to talk to him.
| I didn’t have the proof I needed, and I desperately wanted to kick his ass, but I couldn’t. Not yet.
The arena was empty when I arrived. It instantly filled me with a familiar sense; I spent a lot of time here last year. It had become a home away from home. My safe place.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI would be lying if I said I didn’t miss it.
But Lila and my pack came first, and I couldn’t be a professor and maintain both.
As I walked further into the arena, I paused when I saw a backpack, along with a few other things, thrown in the corner of the room. I furrowed my brows together, knowing they must belong to Xander.
The arena also reeked of him, so he was close.
“What do you think you are doing in here?” I heard a voice from behind me.
I turned around to find a tall and broad gentleman with a bunch of tattoos covering his arms and chest. A bit tacky for my taste, but I shouldn’t have been surprised.
“Professor Xander,” I greeted, keeping my tone even and unbothered.
Just looking at him brought out the fur I felt, but I had to keep myself and Max under control.
“And who might you—" his voice trailed off as realization crossed his eyes. “Oh. You must be Alpha Enzo.
Also known as the former professor. I
was wondering when you’d be making an appearance in my arena, What honor do I have for this visit?” A low growl emerged from my throat.
His arena? “Just wanted to see who has taken over my position,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on his.
“Do you have a campus pass?” He asked, furrowing his brows together.
“You can’t be here without one.” “T just stopped by to grab some things I left behind. Then decided to make a pit stop here,” I answered. “I won’t be here long.” “Even still—” “What pack do you come from,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmprofessor?” I asked, cutting off his words.
| “Excuse me?” He asked, his eyes squinting in confusion. “I'm not sure why that’s relevant.” “I don’t recognize any of the symbols shown on your tattoos,” I explained.
“Are you from around here?” “My tattoos don’t represent my pack,” he answered, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m sorry, Alpha. But where I come from isn’t your concern.” “How much experience do you have in combat?” I found myself asking, narrowing my eyes at him.
He pressed his already thinned lips together.
“Why do I get the feeling you are giving me the third degree?” He asked,
i “I want to make sure these students are getting the best training they can,” I answered.
“You lost the right to know about these students and their education the | minute you quit being a professor,” he said, shaking his head.
| “I quit because my pack needed me, not because I stopped caring,” I said in return.
“To the students, it’s all the same.” “They are smarter than that,” I said in return. “You should give them a little more credit than that.” “I won’t tell you again, Alpha. Without a pass, you don’t have any right to be here.”
“You don’t smell like an Alpha, but you reek of someone with authority. Not a beta... perhaps a gamma?” I asked in a low and threatening tone. “Who’s your Alpha?” “With all due respect, Alpha. I don’t answer to you. Therefore, I don’t need to answer any of your questions.” “What’s going on in here?” I heard the familiar voice of headmaster Tiffany Prescott behind me.
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