Chapter 32 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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They parted ways; Sarah gave me one last icy look before she left.

I realized Enzo had already gone and I couldn’t help the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. Once again, he left without saying a word to me.

Why did he keep doing that?

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Enzo’s POV

There was no point in staying in the courtroom after that verdict. I had never felt this wave of fury before.

“It’s because that asshole basically owns the school. So, they went easy on her,” Max hissed.

I went back to the academy center; I wanted to blow off some steam in the arena. If I didn’t, somebody was going to get hurt.

“Alpha Enzo! Do you have a moment?”

I paused when I saw the Art teacher, Miss Grace, standing outside her classroom. I really didn’t want to have a conversation with anybody, but I didn’t have a real excuse to give her.

“Sure,” I said, joining her in her classroom.

“I just wanted to thank you for being so kind to one of my students, Layla. She really looks up to you and I admire that so much. To be honest, I was a little surprised that you let her paint you for her project. But it came out so well!”

I frowned.

“What are you talking about? Paint me?”

She narrowed her eyes, a frown forming on her lips.

“Um, yes,” she said, furring her brows together. “Did you not give her permission to paint you? She said you were aware of it and encouraged her.”

“Show me.”

There was hesitation for a moment but then she turned and walked toward the row of covered paintings until she reached one of the biggest ones in the center.

She unveiled the painting and my heart plummeted into my stomach at the sight of it.

It was a painting of me.

It was my portrait.

Enzo’s POV

This portrait was supposed to be a gift to my mother, and she used it for her art project. Was this her plan this whole time? Did she ever intend to give this portrait back to me?

How could she think this was okay?

Now everyone was going to think I gave her special favors.

The look Miss Grace was giving me was of concern; it was clear she had no idea that I was blindsided like this.

If I told her the truth, then Layla would get in trouble, and she would fail this class.

Painting meant a lot to her as an Art major.

I couldn’t take that away from her.

“Oh yes,” I said, taking a step away from the painting. “I forgot she painted that. It was a while ago. Good for her though for getting a good grade.”

Miss Grace rose her brows.

“So, you really did permit her to use this painting as her project? You’re okay with this?”

“I don’t think Layla is the type to lie, do you? I’ve only been her professor for a short time, but she seems like a good student. I’m glad she looks up to me as not only her professor but an Alpha too.”

Miss Grace seemed to have relaxed at my words, which was exactly my goal.

“I should get going though. Thank you for informing me of this,” I said as I turned away and walked toward the door.

“Be gentle on our mate,” Max warned. “There might be an explanation.”

“Whatever this explanation is… it better be good.”

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Layla’s POV

“Layla? Are you okay?” Rachel asked, peering over at me as I leaned against the wall.

I was suddenly feeling incredibly dizzy. My heart was racing quickly in my chest.

It’s been a couple of hours since the trial ended, and Sarah had just left the campus with her father. I didn’t eat or drink anything all night, so maybe that was why I was feeling sick.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and reached for the nearby chair. We were in the student lounge and students were beginning to fill the area.

Rachel helped me get to a seat; I could see the concern in her eyes as she sat next to me.

“Just breathe,” she coached. “What got you feeling this way? You were fine a few minutes ago?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, shaking my head and trying to get my thoughts clear. I just felt like I had this overwhelming sensation lurking inside of me, begging to be released.

But how could I explain that to Rachel?

“Could it be the full moon?” She asked, I raised my brows and met her eyes. “I know that can affect a werewolf. This is your first full moon as a full wolf. Maybe you’re having a reaction to it.”

“It makes sense,” Val agreed. “Perhaps it’s our Volana abilities surfacing and building up.”

Oh no.

Could it be because I’m a Volana?

What did that even intel?

Before I could ask my wolf any questions, I started to feel electricity jolting from my fingertips. I gasped, hiding my hands behind my back before Rachel had the chance to see them as well. I tried not to look like I was in pain, but the electricity was powerful against my flesh.

This wasn’t good.

If I couldn’t control my powers in this lounge, that meant that everybody in here was going to be in danger.

“I have to go,” I said quickly; I stood up, startling Rachel.

“We just got here…”

“I’m sorry,” I said as I ran toward the exit. “I’ll see you later!”

I knew she was calling after me, but I was long gone and I wasn’t planning on stopping.

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Third Person POV

Back in Elysium, in the Nova Packhouse, Selene finished cooking dinner for her twin children. It was only the three of them this evening.

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