Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
I chuckled. “I’m sure I’ll talk to him soon.”
She nodded and said nothing as I went into the changing room.
I took off my lightweight pink dress and slipped off my flats to put on a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, and a pair of sneakers. I tied my long hair into a ponytail. I stared into the mirror at my appearance and frowned at my reflection.
I didn’t feel any different than I did last year, but I felt a world of difference. I felt older and surer of myself.
A smile painted my lips as I left the changing room. I went over to my locker to put the rest of my stuff inside.
“Well, look who decided to finally show up for class,”
Sarah sneered from her locker nearby. “You’re in for it. This new professor is not one to fuck with.”
I glanced at Sarah with a frown; she was pale. Almost sickly. She also had dark circles under her eyes like she hadn’t slept. I wondered if it had anything to do with Scott.
“Don’t listen to her,”
Becca whispered once Sarah was gone. “You’re going to be fine.”
I nodded and gave her a thankful smile.
Together, we went into the arena and joined the other students that were gathering.
“I’m not going to baby you. If you don’t understand the basic concepts of combat, then you don’t belong in my class. We will be focused on hand combat today. You will not be using your wolves and if you do, you will sit the rest of class out.”
His voice was deep and firm; it was filled with authority. Everyone stayed silent as he spoke.
“You chose your partners yesterday and you will stick with them until the end. You will continue to fight until the other person can physically fight no more.”
I looked around and saw that everyone was already evenly paired up. Even Becca stood beside a shorter girl with curly red hair and bright red lips. She didn’t look like she could hurt a fly.
There was no one left to partner with me.
“Get to it,”
Professor Xander ordered.
Everyone dispersed into different sections of the arena, but I kept my ground, unsure of what to do.
Xander stared at me with a deepening frown.
“Oh yes… the one who was too good to show up for class yesterday. You are already a day behind everyone else. Considering you don’t have a partner for this semester, it looks like you’re stuck with me, sweet cheeks.”
I swallowed hard as he walked closer to me. In a low and threatening tone, he added, “Make no mistake, I’m not your precious Enzo. I’m not going to go easy on you.”
Lila’s POV
I was taken aback by Professor Xander’s cruel words. I never expected him to go easy on me so for him to assume that’s what I wanted was upsetting. If anything, I liked the challenge. I’ve never been one to shy away from a good challenge and I wasn’t going to start today.
Xander smirked.
“I’m changing the rules for you, Miss Lila,”
Xander continued as he measured me with his eyes. “I’ve heard about you. Ah. Yes. I’ve heard everything about you and what you can do. I also heard about your incident with a student last year. Let me be clear… that won’t be happening again this year.”
I furrowed my brows together; was he talking about the incident with Becca? How did he even find out about that? It was supposed to be kept quiet.
“Your training will be different than the other students. Your training won’t include your wolf. If you shift into your wolf, you will be penalized. All of your combat will be done in human form.”
“I can’t shift?!”
I gasped, staring up at him in disbelief.
He can’t just take away my ability to use my wolf. This was a combat class, but this was also a shifting class in a shifting academy.
“It’s a shifting class,”
I spoke my thoughts out loud. “How do you expect me to pass the class and not shift?”
“Your lessons will be solely on combat. We will be using various weapons and hand combat,”
he explained, keeping his tone even. “The usage of your wolf is forbidden. Am I understood?”
I stared at him for a moment longer, Val grew incredibly uneasy at the sound of his words, but she kept quiet.
I managed a head nod.
“Good,”
he said, turning away from me and walking toward the back of the arena.
I took that as my cue to follow him; he was my partner for the semester after all.
Once we were away from everyone else, he turned toward me and placed his hands behind his back. He stared at me with a blank expression.
“Hit me.”
I rose my brows.
“What?”
I asked, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“Hit me,”
he said again.
I stared at him for a moment longer, his expression unchanged and his body unmoved.
“I’d like to see the method you use and your body language. I haven’t seen you fight before so I’d like you to hit me.”
“I could hurt you,”
I said to him.
He was a tall and broad man who towered over me, but I’ve taken down men his size before. I was confident that I could hurt him and the thought of hurting a professor left me feeling unsettled.
“You won’t,”
he said, sounding very sure of himself.
For some reason, that made me want to hit him.
I got into my usual fighting stance and lifted my clenched fists; he remained unmoved, and his eyes were on mine.
I swung my fist in the direction of his face and just as I was about to make contact, my fist hit nothing but air. I nearly fell as he dodged the attack, quickly and with ease.
Once I got my footing, I stared up at him.
“Again,”
he ordered, taking his place.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. I repeated the same motion, attempting to hit the side of his face, but this time I actually fell to my face as he dodged the attack.
Xander moved at lightning speed.
“How are you doing that?”
I asked as I sat up on the ground.
“The first rule of combat is knowing your opponent’s next move. Yours are predictable. With your feet’s placement and the movement of your body, I know exactly where you are aiming, and I can time when I to move out of the way. You are typical.”
“But I’m…”
I was going to tell him that I’m usually fast, but before I could get a word out, he was grabbing my arm, twisting it, spinning me around, and burying my face into the ground. The motion was so fast, I didn’t see it coming and I certainly wasn’t expecting it.
I felt his knee digging into my back and his hand remained on the back of my head, keeping me pinned and unable to move.
“Ah!”
I yelled as he put more pressure on my body. “You are hurting me,”
I whimpered.
“Never let your guard down,”
he murmured against my ear, and I felt his hot breath on the side of my face, making my stomach turn. “You were unprepared, and it showed in your body language. Made it the perfect opportunity to attack you.”
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