Elizabeth’s POV.
I saw him the first time he passed by the slightly ajar door of the study downstairs.
His presence was unmistakable, his towering frame catching my attention instantly. But it wasn't until he turned back and entered the room that I truly felt his gaze upon me.
Alpha Tyson's entrance interrupted our study session with my medical professor.
“How is it going?” He inquired about my progress in the classes he had generously sponsored for me.
“She's doing beautifully well, I am impressed.” My professor, ever the advocate, praised my dedication and aptitude, after greeting him, he even went so far as to suggest I could be a professor myself one day.
“I've truly never seen someone as good with terms and their applications as Elizabeth. If all my students were like her, I
