Chapter 92 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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“I want to see everything you can do. Show me,” Robert said in a darkening tone.

“I can do that without Brody,” I said, staring up at him. “I won’t hurt him.”

“I wasn’t asking. You’re making this quite difficult for me.”

“I don’t care,” I said through my teeth. “Find another way. I won’t hurt him. I will turn my powers on you the first chance I get and show you what I can really do.”

I could see his swallowing a lump in his throat as he stared around my incredibly serious face. I clenched my fists, feeling the power surging through my body. This room was giving me my abilities back and I could nearly feel my wolf waking as we spoke.

She was confused and hadn’t quite gotten her voice back, but she was there, and I was ready to use every part of me to get both Brody and me out of here.

However, before I could do anything, someone came up behind me and placed cuffs around my wrists, which instantly weakened me. As fast as my wolf was returning to me, she was already gone.

“Punish him,” Robert muttered, turning away from me. “Then, bring him back to the cell.”

I let out a scream as a couple more men came out of the shadow region and towards Brody. I was being held in place so I could watch as they beat Brody till he was nothing but a bloody and bruised mess.

Tears sprang from my eyes, and I kept myself from sobbing by biting hard onto my bottom lip. My entire heart shattered as they continued to beat him. He was completely unconscious; my only hope was that he felt no pain.

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Enzo’s POV

The closer we got to the old chapel, the more I could smell Layla’s scent. I knew for certain she was there and so did Bastien because he picked up his speed once we neared the front entrance.

However, we never got the chance to get through the front doors because a bunch of rogue goons were standing outside.

They were large black wolves with yellow eyes, snaring their large canines at us, growling with saliva dripping off their mouths.

“Out of our ways,” Bastien hissed before I had the chance to. “I’m here to get my daughter back.”

“You aren’t getting anything,” one of the rogues growled in return. “Nobody is getting in, and nobody is getting out.”

“Don’t make us fight you!”

They howled in laughter at Bastien’s threat.

“There is way more of us than there are of you. You have no chance against us.”

“You are going to regret those words,” I found myself hissing as I lunged towards them, snaring my own teeth and growling as loudly as I could.

I could no longer contain Max; he was out for blood, and he was determined to get our mate back. I could feel his fury boiling through my bones and giving me strength.

Bastien was right behind me; he was ready to attack as well, and I was glad to have him there by my side. I would have to come up with an excuse for my passion later but for right now all I could think about was getting Layla out of that building.

The rogue wolves were large and strong, but they weren’t a match for Bastien and me. They put up a fierce fight. I could smell the scent of fresh blood as I dug my teeth into the flesh of one of the rogues, ripping at their fur and hearing a loud yelp escaping his lips.

I felt a sharp pain in my lower back as large claws scraped through my thick fur. I quickly spun my head around and chomped down on his shoulder blade, watching as he fell to the ground.

Bastien was busy fighting his way toward the doorway when the door swung open, and a much larger and more familiar wolf came walking out.

His fur was as dark Grey, and his eyes were as black as midnight. He stared around at the fighting until his eyes landed on mine and then I saw a glimmer of a smile on his wolf’s canines.

I knew this wolf to be Cyrus.

He was once a gamma that worked alongside my father. I banished him to the rogue territory when I came into power of the Calypso pack. I wasn’t surprised that he would be in charge of this rogue pack, and I certainly wasn’t surprised that this was all he was doing.

“Well, if it isn’t Alpha Enzo,” Cyrus said with dark humor lingering in his tone. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“You know damn well why we are here,” I growled, baring my canines at him. Max was ready to pounce and have his blood on our claws, but I held him back.

“I suppose you’re here because of a certain little wolf?”

“If you hurt her—”

“You’ll what? Kill me? You can try, but we both know you aren’t strong enough to defeat me. You’ve tried before, remember?”

“I was younger then,” I hissed. “I’m much stronger now.”

“So am I…” Cyrus said with a sly grin.

Soon, he was lunging at me. I was ready to dodge his attack, but Bastien came out of nowhere and tackled him to the ground. I could tell Cyrus was taken by surprise because he didn’t notice Bastien there, but he soon regrouped his thoughts and began to fight back.

Other rogues started to fight again as well.

Not before long, I heard the buzzing in my mind and knew a mindlink was coming through.

“Enzo…”

It was Layla; she sounded so far away, even though it was in my mind.

I froze for a moment.

“Layla?” I mindlinked her back. “Where are you?”

She didn’t respond, but the mindlink was still there so I knew she was still listening.

“What the actual fuck!” I heard the voice of Cyrus roaring from a short distance.

When I glanced in his direction, I saw dark shadows emerging from the ground; they were huge and morphed into different shapes. I could see the pure fear in Cyrus’ eyes as these shadows clouded his vision.

The other rogues paused the fighting as well and stared at the shadows that also began to consume them.

I glanced over at Bastien who had a glimmer of humor in his eyes for a brief moment before that determination returned to his face.

We both knew this was Layla’s doing.

Bastien and I exchanged similar looks before we headed to the chapel.

He knew this place way better than I did and knew exactly where the underground dungeon was.

We ran down a long corridor until we reached a wooden door in the back corner. We used our bodies to break through the door frame and race down the dark stares, emerging ourselves with the shadows.

I didn’t hear any talking, which meant whoever was supposed to stand guard was probably preoccupied with something else.

The dungeon was made up of multiple cells and the entire place reeked of mildew and blood. I had a moment of panic thinking it could be Layla. Until we reached the cell and froze when I saw who was lying in a puddle of blood and hardly breathing.

Brody.

Layla’s POV

Once they were done beating Brody, I watched as they dragged him out of the arena area and back toward the dungeon cells. My heart was so heavy in my chest, but I had no fight left in me.

I allowed Robert and the men to drag me back to the infirmary room. Once we got there, they strapped me back into the bed.

It was a different guy who strapped me in this time though; as soon as I was back on the bed, he undid the cuffs, and I felt a strange sense of power returning to me.

That idiot.

He didn’t know that the only thing blocking my powers was that cuff.

Robert wasn’t paying attention; I’m sure if he was, he would have said something about how he shouldn’t have removed the cuffs.

The guard stood against the back corner of the room, watching me like a hawk, as Robert left the room to do something. I could tell Robert was annoyed with my refusal to use my powers on Brody.

It pleased me that he was infuriated over the fact that he has no control over me.

I could feel my wolf beginning to wake once again; however, I knew she was too weak to speak. But she was there, that’s all that matters. Which meant I could channel my powers and send a mindlink.

I knew Enzo was nearby; he had to have been.

“Enzo…” I said through the mindlink. It pained me to speak through my wolf to reach his when she was so weak. But I knew he could hear me.

“Layla?” Enzo said in return; I sighed in relief to hear his voice in my head. “Where are you?”

I glanced over at the guard who was still watching me, but he looked tired.

I sighed and closed my eyes, pretending I was going to sleep, but I was channeling Enzo’s wolf eyes. I wanted to see the world through his eyes at that moment; maybe there was something I could do to help him.

As soon as I got a glimpse of his surroundings, my stomach clenched when I saw the number of rogues that he was fighting. But then I saw my father and more relief flooded through me.

I was so glad that Enzo wasn’t there alone.

But then, I saw who my father was fighting.

Cyrus.

I pressed my lips firmly together and clenched my fists through the straps. I wasn’t sure how far I could stretch my powers, but I was going to try everything I could to help them.

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