My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
I said, walking away.
“Hey! Wait up, Enzo!” Alpha John said from behind me, following me into the halls of the city hall. I paused and glared at him; I was very unamused that he was following me to harass me about my love life. “My daughter, Bethany, is back in town from her tour. She’s a singer and quite good. You might have heard her music on the radio.”
Bethany Rochelle; of course, I had heard of her music. She admittedly had a nice voice and a lot of students around campus listened to her in the lounge. Her music isn’t to my taste, but I recognize that she has some serious talent.