My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Lila’s POV

I was taken aback by Professor Xander’s cruel words. I never expected him to go easy on me so for

him

to assume that’s what I wanted was upsetting. If anything, I liked the challenge. I’ve never been one to

shy away from a good challenge and I wasn’t going to start today.

Xander smirked.

“I’m changing the rules for you, Miss Lila,” Xander continued as he measured me with his eyes. “I’ve

heard about you. Ah. Yes. I’ve heard everything about you and what you can do. I also heard about

your

incident with a student last year. Let me be clear… that won’t be happening again this year.”

I furrowed my brows together; was he talking about the incident with Becca? How did he even find out

about that? It was supposed to be kept quiet.

“Your training will be different than the other students. Your training won’t include your wolf. If you shift

into your wolf, you will be penalized. All of your combat will be done in human form.”

“I can’t shift?!” I gasped, staring up at him in disbelief.

He can’t just take away my ability to use my wolf. This was a combat class, but this was also a shifting

class in a shifting academy.

“It’s a shifting class,” I spoke my thoughts out loud. “How do you expect me to pass the class and not

shift?”

“Your lessons will be solely on combat. We will be using various weapons and hand combat,” he

explained, keeping his tone even. “The usage of your wolf is forbidden. Am I understood?”

I stared at him for a moment longer, Val grew incredibly uneasy at the sound of his words, but she kept

quiet.

I managed a head nod.

“Good,” he said, turning away from me and walking toward the back of the arena.

I took that as my cue to follow him; he was my partner for the semester after all.

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Once we were away from everyone else, he turned toward me and placed his hands behind his back.

He

stared at me with a blank expression.

“Hit me.”

I rose my brows.

“What?” I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Hit me,” he said again.

I stared at him for a moment longer, his expression unchanged and his body unmoved.

“I’d like to see the method you use and your body language. I haven’t seen you fight before so I’d like

you to hit me.”

“I could hurt you,” I said to him.

He was a tall and broad man who towered over me, but I’ve taken down men his size before. I was

confident that I could hurt him and the thought of hurting a professor left me feeling unsettled.

“You won’t,” he said, sounding very sure of himself.

For some reason, that made me want to hit him.

I got into my usual fighting stance and lifted my clenched fists; he remained unmoved, and his eyes

were on mine.

I swung my fist in the direction of his face and just as I was about to make contact, my fist hit nothing

but air. I nearly fell as he dodged the attack, quickly and with ease.

Once I got my footing, I stared up at him.

“Again,” he ordered, taking his place.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I repeated the same

motion, attempting to hit the side of his face, but this time I actually fell to my face as he dodged the

attack.

Xander moved at lightning speed.

“How are you doing that?” I asked as I sat up on the ground.

“The first rule of combat is knowing your opponent’s next move. Yours are predictable. With your feet’s

placement and the movement of your body, I know exactly where you are aiming, and I can time when I

to move out of the way. You are typical.”

“But I’m…”

I was going to tell him that I’m usually fast, but before I could get a word out, he was grabbing my arm,

twisting it, spinning me around, and burying my face into the ground. The motion was so fast, I didn’t

see it coming and I certainly wasn’t expecting it.

I felt his knee digging into my back and his hand remained on the back of my head, keeping me pinned

and unable to move.

“Ah!” I yelled as he put more pressure on my body. “You are hurting me,” I whimpered.

“Never let your guard down,” he murmured against my ear, and I felt his hot breath on the side of my

face, making my stomach turn. “You were unprepared, and it showed in your body language. Made it

the perfect opportunity to attack you.”

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head off the ground while keeping his knee dug into my back. Pain

was instantly shooting through my body; Val was desperate to emerge and help me, but I kept pushing

her further into my mind. If wasn’t allowed to use her and if I did, I’d get penalized.

Xander was a professor; he couldn’t seriously hurt me. I could handle this on my own; there was a

lesson in here and I was going to learn it.

“Break free from me,” he ordered in a lowly tone.

My body was trembling, but I used my hands to reach for his arm; I needed him to release my hair so I

could have movement of the rest of my body. But just as I made contact with his arm, he applied even

more pressure to my back, making it almost impossible to breathe.

I gasped out as more pain traveled around my body.

“You might be a Volana, but you are weak,” he hissed against my ear. “Your instructors have gone easy

on you in the past but that ends now.”

No.

My father didn’t go easy on me while training me growing up. But he also didn’t make it impossible for

me to move my body while in combat.

“Break free from me, little wolf,” Xander seethed, and I could hear the humor in his voice.

He was enjoying this; he enjoyed the fact that I was struggling against him.

He kept his hold on my arm so I wouldn’t try to grab him again. I clenched my teeth and pulled with all

my strength out of his grasp. To my surprise, I was able to break free of his hold and went to grab at

him again. But just as quickly as I broke free from him, he was able to grab my other arm and twist it,

then pinned it behind my back like he was a police officer, and I was a criminal.

I was sure there were witnesses to this by now. The rest of the class must have been hearing my

screams, but Xander didn’t stop. He used his other knee to pin my arm to the ground while applying

even more pressure to my back.

I used my free arm and reached out to grab him again, but his knee came into contact and with force

and speed he managed to slam my arm back to the ground and pin it beneath him. However, due to

the amount of pressure applied to my arm and the speed of it smashing to the ground, I heard a loud

snap.

I lay frozen, not feeling anything at first. Then the pain hit me.

Holy hell.

He broke my arm.