“I know you have other things going on too. Things you don’t want others to know about,”
Rachel surprised me by saying. She met my eyes and gave me a small smile. “But just know, if you ever want to tell me about them… I’m here. We’ve been roomies since last year, Lila. There’s nothing you need to hide from me…”
My heart clenched; if I couldn’t trust Rachel… and then who could I trust?
It might be nice to have someone to talk to, or else I will drive myself insane.
But before I could say anything, the bathroom door swung open, and Becca appeared. Her blonde curls soaked from the shower, and she looked a lot more relaxed, just as I felt.
“Ready to go?”
She asked, staring between us. “I’m starving.”
Rachel stood up.
“Same, and I need coffee. Brody is meeting us there. We have 30 minutes before our first class so we should go now.”
We all nodded in agreement, but they both sensed my hesitation. I hadn’t stood from the couch yet; I stared up at the two girls who had been my rock since last year. Becca was there during all that drama with Sarah in our combat and shifting class and she was the first to offer to be my partner.
Rachel was there from my very first day as my roommate and always listened to my problems. I always used to listen to them too because they trusted me so much.
I hated that I didn’t give them the same courtesy.
I bit my lip as I often do when I’m nervous or thinking about something. Rachel and Becca looked at one another with frowns before looking at me.
“Are you coming,”
Rachel asked with her dark brows raised.
I nodded but remained still.
“Lila, what’s wrong?”
Becca asked, furrowing her blonde brows together.
“I have to tell you both something,”
I heard myself saying.
Rachel cocked her head to the side and Becca almost looked nervous, but neither of them said anything, waiting for me to continue.
“It’s about Alpha Enzo….”
“Alpha Enzo?”
Rachel asked, glancing at Becca sideways before looking at me again. “What about him?”
“Alpha Enzo… he’s my mate.”
Lila’s POV
It felt like we were staring at one another for what felt like an eternity. I wasn’t really sure what more to say, so I just stared down at my hands and tugged at my fingers nervously.
“Mates?”
Rachel was the first to speak. I looked up at them and saw that Becca stood frozen, her face had gone pale. “You’re mates with Alpha Enzo?”
I nodded my head, feeling a wave of shame crossing my features and making me feel a bit claustrophobic.
“How… what…. When?”
Becca stammered through the questions that were surfacing her mind.
“Since my birthday last year,”
I admitted, finding my voice again.
“So, you knew since all of last year?”
Rachel asked, her eyes wide.
“For most of it,”
I told them, feeling more shame.
“So, you’ve been together… even while he was your professor?”
Rachel asked, furrowing her brows together.
“No!”
I said, standing to my feet. “Nothing happened between us until the summer…”
“The summer?”
Becca asked, shaking her head as she tried to process this information. “You were in Monstro…”
“Enzo was with me,”
I said, feeling my face growing hot as my lies began to surface.
“I need to sit down,”
Becca breathed as she leaned against the couch.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…”
I said softly, feeling tears surfacing in my eyes.
“So, what are you now? Are you together now that he’s not a professor?”
I bit my bottom lip again, which made Rachel’s eyes widen.
“What?”
Rachel urged.
“He’s back,”
I said quickly.
They both looked at me, startled.
“What do you mean he’s back?”
Rache was the one who asked because Becca was still in shock.
“Professor Xander got fired…”
I admitted. “So, Enzo is back for the semester.”
“Fired?!”
They both nearly yelled at the same time.
“How?”
Becca managed to ask.
“That’s a long story,”
brushing my fingers through my hair. This wasn’t something I wanted to talk about with them, and I don’t think they could handle anything more.
“Okay… so things happened with you two during the summer and now he’s back as your professor. What now?”
Rachel asked; she sounded a bit calmer now and I realized it was because the shock was now surpassing her.
“Well, before we found out he’s going to be teaching again… he kind of… marked me.”
The shock was back on Rachel’s face as she gasped.
“He marked you?”
She asked, looking at my neck questionably.
I nodded and pointed to my shoulder blade.
“I have it hidden with concealer,”