Chapter 9 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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“Alpha Bastien?” I said, ignoring Max’s words.

“Oh, hey Enzo. I’m sorry, I can’t really talk—”

“Was it poisoning?” I asked before he could finish speaking.

Bastien narrowed his eyes at me.

“I believe so, but we won’t know until the doctor looks at her. He should be here soon,” Bastien explained.

“What can I do to help?”

“You can make sure nobody gets into her room,” Bastien suggested. “I have guards outside, but I need her door watched as well.”

“I’ll head upstairs right now.”

“You are a good man, Enzo,” Bastien said, patting me on the back before walking away.

As I made my way up the stairs, I felt the urgency of my wolf. He wanted more than anything to see Layla, but I couldn’t bring myself to go into her room. I stood outside of her room, pressing my back against her door and basking in her loving scent of honeysuckle.

This was exactly what I didn’t want; I was already feeling distracted by this girl. I thought back to when she kissed me yesterday morning; my wolf didn’t sense her as a mate then. However, he still felt drawn to her in a way he’s never felt before.

“She was supposed to get her wolf today,” Max explained. “I could feel her nearby. As soon as I felt her, I knew she was our mate. But the poison is blocking her now. She’s there… but she’s also not there at the same time.”

“That sounds like the work of wolfbane,” I say in return to my wolf. “Which means in a few days once the wolfbane is out of her system, she’s going to feel us as her mate. It’s going to complicate things.”

The door of Layla’s room opened, and Luna Selene stepped into the hallway. She paused when she saw me lurking outside the door.

“Is everything okay, Alpha?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

She looked exactly like Layla; or rather, Layla looked exactly like her. They both had dark and gorgeous hair and the same strange colored eyes. It was almost surreal.

“Alpha Bastien ordered me to stand guard to make sure nobody gets in,” I answered, keeping my tone even.

“I see,” Selene said; there was worry in her eyes. “The doctor will be here shortly. Can you let me know once he’s here? I’m going downstairs to speak to my husband. I think she’s been poisoned. Her symptoms seem odd…”

“Of course,” I tell her.

She gives me a small smile before leaving.

“Now is our chance…” Max urged once again. “Let’s go into her room and see our mate.”

He was relentless.

Nonetheless, I decided to go in and check on her.

As I opened her door, her scent became even more potent.

She lay on her bed with her eyes closed; her face was still red, and she had beads of sweat on her forehead.

She had a fever.

She whimpered softly as if she was in pain and wiggled in bed, trying to find some sort of comfort. I reached my hand out to her, placing it gently on her forehead. She seemed to have soothed from just my touch alone.

She sighed, reaching her own hands up and placing them on top of my hand, keeping it in place. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I scanned her delicate body. She was still in her dress; she looked stunning tonight. She still looked stunning, even when she wasn’t well.

She opened her eyes slightly and peered over at me.

“Professor Enzo?” She whispered in a weak, and yet sleepy, state.

“Just rest,” I tell her, keeping my tone low.

I was about to pull my hand away and walk out the door, but she tightened her grip, keeping me in place. She was strong for someone who was just poisoned, and half awake.

“Don’t leave…” she whimpered. “Your hand feels nice… it’s nice and cold…”

“I can get you a cold cloth,” I tell her.

She shakes her head, beads of sweat forming under my hand from her forehead.

“No… this is nice…” she says, closing her eyes again. “You’re so handsome…” she murmured. I rose my brows at her words. “Painfully handsome. Why are you so—”

Her words were cut off as she started drifting back to sleep. I blinked a couple of times, still staring at her. I was surprised that she was so forward; then again, a high enough dosage of wolfbane tends to cause delusion.

I pulled my hand away from her; her body had gone limp as sleep overtook her. I went to her bathroom and gabbed a cloth, soaking it with cold water. When I put it over her head, I saw the redness in her face begin to fade away.

She sighed in relief, a small and weakened smile tugging at her lips.

“That feels nice…” she whispered. I was about to turn and leave once again, but her voice stopped me in my tracks. “You were my first kiss…” she murmured.

I knew she was inexperienced, but that kiss in the hallway was her first?

“You were my first kiss… professor Enzo…” she said again in a murmur. “You kissed… a… Volana…”

She drifted off to sleep before her sentence was complete; I stared at her in shock, completely frozen.

What was she about to say?

Enzo’s POV

Was she about to tell me she was a Volana wolf?

No. It wasn’t possible.

 Volana wolves were said to be the most powerful creatures in the universe. Layla might have been talented, but she certainly wasn’t powerful.

But still, the girl was undeniably strange. But what’s most strange is how captivating she is.

Layla wiggled uncomfortably in her bed; I found myself wanting to take care of her. I adjusted her blanket to cover her entire body and fixed her pillow.

If she was really a Volana wolf, could she use her powers to manipulate my wolf?

“Don’t say such cruel things about our mate,” Max whined.

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