Chapter 36 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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I knelt in front of him and reached my hands out to him, cupping his broad face in the palms of my hands to get him to meet my eyes.

“I’m going to help you,” I assured him, keeping my tone calm. “I just need you to relax.”

“Easy for you to say,” he seethed through his teeth. “You weren’t just stabbed with a silver dagger.”

“And you’re going to tell me who did this to you once I’m done,” I told him firmly. Whoever did this was going to have to answer my wolf now.

He looked like he was about to protest, but another wave of pain coursed through his body. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was in agony.

His heart was racing, and I worried it was going to stop altogether.

I swallowed hard and placed my hands over his wound. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. I felt the warmth of the moonlight dancing off my features.

I thought about the healing energy that circulates my body and warms my fingertips.

I thought about the moon goddess blessing me with a gift to save my mate.

I thought about his wound getting smaller.

His body seemed to have relaxed and gone limp. His breathing seemed to have slowed as well.

Then, he gasped.

I dropped my hands to my sides and opened my eyes, amazed that it worked!

His wound was completely gone.

He was staring at his stomach in awe before he raised his gaze to meet mine.

“You just saved me…” he breathed, still in awe over my abilities.

Tears filled my eyes, and I couldn’t help the stupid smile that spread across my face. I just felt so relieved. I let out a small sob and a laugh as I sat against the tree beside him, finally able to relax my own body.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” I responded after a moment.

“How did you know you could do that?” He asked, peering over at me. “I didn’t know Volanas could heal.”

“It was something my mother taught me,” I explained. After a beat of silence, I asked, “Who did this to you?”

“It’s not important,” he muttered, standing to his feet.

I raised my brows as I stood to my feet as well. He started to pick up his shirt off the ground and walk in the direction of the clearing.

“They almost killed you,” I said, following behind him. “It kind of seems important.”

“It’s not worth our time. Hopefully, they won’t be back for a while.”

I paused when I realized something.

“Was it who attacked your mom?” I asked. “Is that who stabbed you? Was it the same wolf?”

He paused as well; his silence was all the answer I needed.

“In what direction did they go?” I asked, feeling a wave of fury boiling through me.

He snapped me a look and I saw anger flashing in his eyes.

“You aren’t going to do anything. You are going to stay clear of them. Understood?” He seethed.

His tone was dark and sent a chill down my spine; I knew better than to argue with him.

But these monsters couldn’t get away with this.

“You don’t want to do anything?” I asked; I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my tone.

“I didn’t say that,” he said, turning away from me and walking toward the packhouse.

“Then, why can’t I help?”

“Because it’s not your battle, Layla,” he said; he was sounding annoyed now. I knew better than to press him.

He paused in his tracks, making me run into him. I looked up, startled by the quick stop.

“I saw my portrait in the art room earlier,” he said coldly.

My heart fell into my stomach.

“I can explain…”

“Explain why a portrait that was meant as a gift to my injured mother is sitting in the art room waiting to be submitted to the art exhibit?”

“I was going to tell you…”

“Tell me how you used me to get an A on your project?”

I was surprised by his accusation and a little hurt. He really thought I would use him like that?

“It was a mistake,” I explained, shaking my head at him. “I grabbed the wrong painting. I had another portrait I was going to present. A family portrait. But I grabbed yours instead…”

“And you didn’t think to correct that mistake? Instead, you lead Miss Grace to believe that I gave you permission to present my portrait as your project. You lied to her and left me to clean up the mess.”

Clean up the mess?

Oh, goddess. What did he do?

I lowered my gaze, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. I was going to fail this class and make Enzo hate me.

My heart was so heavy.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” I breathed, keeping my eyes fixated on the ground. “I’ll apologize to Miss Grace first thing in the morning. Maybe it’s not too late to submit my actual project.”

“Don’t bother; she already thinks my portrait is your project. The damage is done.”

He turned away again and began to walk.

I stood my ground, confused.

“I thought you said you cleaned up the mess,” I called after him.

“I did,” he muttered. “I confirmed your lie and told her I gave you permission.” He paused and glanced over his shoulder, staring at my stunned face. “Now we are even.”

Enzo’s POV

Her powers were truly incredible. I could no longer feel the sting of the dagger and the wound was completely healed. It was as if it was never there, to begin with.

Layla used her powers so casually as if she’s done it a thousand times before, but I’m beginning to realize that maybe she hasn’t.

She didn’t say anything after I told her that she could use my portrait for her project; she trailed after me silently, keeping her head down. But I could sense that she was pleased. Max praised me for my generosity toward her.

A small smile was tugging at her lips, but she was stifling it. She was afraid to show me any kind of emotion.

I suppose I haven’t been making it very easy for her.

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