#Chapter 11 – Her father is rich.

Enzo’s POV She was looking at me like she had seen a ghost. The color in her face was gone and her oddly colored eyes were wide. Max could sense that she received her wolf and insisted that we go and see her right now. But as I stood in the doorway of the infirmary, staring into her eyes, I realized I probably shouldn’t have come here. It was taking everything I had to keep Max at bay; he wanted to rip himself from me and run to our mate. He was saying how beautiful her wolf was and how much he wanted to bask her in loving scent. She no longer just smelled like honeysuckle; I could almost smell the scent of the ocean too. There was an odd smell of salt water; it was comforting. It was like standing at the beach without the hassle of the sand or birds. She was at a loss for words; I’m sure she wasn’t expecting that I, her professor, would turn out to be her mate. I probably wasn’t at all how she envisioned her mate. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran in the opposite direction. H