Chapter 79 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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“I went to see her last night,” Layla said as she spun around and kicked me with her foot. I grabbed her foot with one hand with ease and gave her a crooked smirk. Her face seemed to have reddened slightly as she stared at me.

“And?” I urged her to continue.

“And she’s fine,” she said, pulling her leg out of my grip. “I’ll probably go back later though. Just in case”

I understood completely and nodded.

Before I had a chance to say anything, Layla stared up at me through her lashes.

“You should come to the art show on Saturday. I’m going early to help Cassidy-Ann set up,” she said.

There was something about her tone that was strange, and it didn’t sit right with him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to some art show, but I hadn’t spent nearly enough time with Layla these last few days and even though we weren’t a couple, she was still my mate and I felt obligated to do as she pleaded.

So, I nodded.

“I’ll be there.”

“Wait, really?” She gasped. “You want to come?”

“Yes.”

She stared at me for a moment longer and then nodded.

“Okay, great,” she said, however, there was still some uncertainty in her voice.

“Something seems to be wrong with our mate…” Max pointed out. “She seems off…”

“She always seems off…” I said in return. “It’s nothing to be concerned about.”

“But she seems more off than usual,” Max said with dismay in his tone. “I’m worried and you should be too.”

I shook my head of the thought and continued to practice with the rest of the students.

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The day of the art show arrived quickly. I wore a button-down shirt and a pair of nice work pants. I didn’t often like dressing up, but I figured this was an event I needed to dress up for.

“Admit that you want to impress Layla you buffoon,” my wolf laughed.

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him.

The art gallery was packed with different people by the time I arrived. I could smell Layla’s scent from across the room and it was making my mouth water. I thought about our moment at the Nova pack and my member shifted in my pants.

I wanted to have another moment like that with her, but I knew it would be better if that didn’t happen again. I shook my head of the thought and went to find Layla who was speaking to Miss Cassidy-Ann and a small crowd of people.

Layla’s eyes finally found their way to me, and she frowned. It almost seemed like the color had drained from her face completely when she saw me.

I was confused by this reaction.

After all, she did invite me.

That’s when I noticed who was beside her, talking her ear off.

It was Brody.

She must have invited him too.

I was furious, but I wasn’t going to let her see that. Instead, I straightened my stance and walked toward her.

“Professor,” she said with a plastered smile. “I’m glad you made it.”

“Thank you for the invitation,” I told her in return, trying to ignore Brody’s stares.

“I wanted to introduce you to a few people,” she said with a lowering tone.

I wasn’t expecting her to want to introduce me to anyone; I wasn’t sure how I felt about this. But I followed her through a small crowd of people until we reached a couple of decent-looking she-wolves.

They both had wide eyes and were shocked to see me standing before them and I wasn’t sure why they looked like they had seen a ghost.

They looked at one another and then burst into uncontrollable giggles with reddening faces.

I narrowed my eyes at them and then rose my brows at Layla who looked extremely pained.

“Enzo… this is Emily and Kate… I work with them at the studio. They’ve been wanting to meet you…”

Realization struck me at that moment.

That’s what this was; she didn’t invite me here because she wanted me there. She invited me because she was trying to set me up with different, she-wolves!

Layla’s POV

There was a part of me that was hoping that Enzo wouldn’t show up. Emily and Kate were especially happy to meet him when I told them he agreed to come.

We spent most of the morning setting up the gallery for the show. The caterers arrived just in time to set up their stations for food and drinks and per request, Brody arrived with his guitar.

After talking with Brody over time, I discovered that he was huge into music and that it was a passion of his. I heard him playing in the student lounge and I knew he would be perfect entertainment for the art show.

“Where should I set up?” He asked, holding up his red velvet guitar case.

“I’ll show you,” I said, walking toward a secluded area where a few paintings were set up. “You can set up your station however you want,” I told him with a kind smile.

“Hey, Layla! Can you help me place napkins around the tables?” Cassidy-Ann asked from across the room.

I nodded to her and went to grab the napkins in the back room. As I was in the backroom, rummaging through supplies, I could hear more people entering the gallery and gasping at all the fine art that was set up perfectly for their viewing.

It was only a small event with a few tables for eating, so I didn’t need that many napkins. I grabbed a handful and started to make my way out of the backroom when I felt his presence.

Val perked up right away, wiggling with excitement. My heart was beating quickly as I pressed my hand against the door. It was like I could feel his presence as if he was in the same room as me.

I pushed open the door and went to place the napkins on the table.

“Layla, when you are done come here for a moment. I’d like you to meet some people,” Cassidy-Ann called over to me.

I nodded my head once, trying to bring it back to the present moment. I had to try to get Enzo out of my mind. It was hard though, knowing he was approaching.

The feeling of his presence grew stronger; this was a completely new feeling for me. I finished placing the napkins on the table and joined her with a group of others who were all wearing fancy clothing.

“Layla, I wanted to introduce you to Leroy Klein, the founding leader of the International School of Art for Shifters.”

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