“Because I got my job back,”
I said, tilting my head at him.
It took a lot to keep my wolf under control; he made it painfully obvious that he didn’t like or trust Alpha Jonathan. I couldn’t blame him; I didn’t trust him either.
“You mean the job you quit without a second thought?”
Alpha Jonathan asked, raising his brows.
“After I quit, I had second thoughts about it. I missed my students and the feeling of being a teacher. It’s a nice break from my Alpha duties.”
“It’s from my understanding that you’ve only returned for the rest of this semester,”
Alpha Jonathan pointed out.
“For right now,”
I said, pressing my lips firmly together. “That might change in the future.”
“Well, I’d speak up before they hire someone new,”
he said in return. “Never know who’s going to come in and take your place.”
“Is there something you want, Jonathan?”
I asked, not wanting to continue this conversation any longer.
Alpha Jonathan smirked.
“Actually, there is,”
he said, folding his arms across his chest. “My daughter is going to be running in this election tomorrow, so I was planning on sticking around until tomorrow evening. Unfortunately, there aren’t any rooms to stay in so I was wondering if I’d be able to stay in your faculty house until tomorrow night.”
My brows rose as I stared at him; his serious expression showed me that he wasn’t kidding. He wanted to stay with me in the faculty house. Was I allowed to say no to his request?
“Have you spoken to the board about this already?”
I asked.
“First of all, I don’t need to speak to them about anything. This is my school and I’m the one who makes the decisions for this school. But for your information, yes. I spoke to Tiffany Prescott, and he told me to run it by you first.”
“I see,”
I said. Then I cleared my throat. “I don’t have a lot of room—”
“I spoke to Prescott after I discovered that the art department was given permission to create a school mural on campus and they didn’t consult with me first,”
Jonathan said through his teeth, stopping my words.
I stared at him, confused.
“I told them I didn’t want graffiti on my school grounds and to cancel that project,”
he continued, shaking his head with a look of disgust clear on his face.
“You did what?”
I asked, feeling my temper rising with each passing second. “The art department has been working hard to design this mural. They’ve been collecting photos from every student to contribute to this mural.”
“They should have run it by me before they planned or did anything,”
Alpha Jonathan said, curling his lip up as he spoke. “It was embarrassing to hear about such a thing from a student.”
“This means a lot to the students…”
“The students? Or it means a lot to Lila?”
He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
I pressed my lips firmly together as I looked into his eyes.
“The students,”
I said more firmly and loudly. “It means a lot to the students. Not even just those from the art department. This mural represents every student at this school and as we gain more students the mural will be updated to represent them as well. It gives the school color and life; they were looking forward to this project. You can’t just take it away from them like that.”
“I fund this school so it’s my decision,”
Alpha Jonatha said, a glimmer of humor on his face.
I was seeing fucking red.
A low growl escaped my throat as Max nearly escaped from me; he wanted to rip his throat out, but I knew it would be a losing battle even if we did manage to rip his throat out. I’d lose my job and I wouldn’t be able to protect Lila.
But Max didn’t care; he was fucking pissed.
“But it if means that much to you, I suppose I could cut you a deal,”
he said, and now he was smirking.
“What kind of deal?”
I asked, trying desperately to control my temper.
“I will allow for this mural if you let me stay with you whenever I want.”
Lila’s POV
“Lila, what happened?”
Becca asked as soon as I ran into the dorm room.
My heart was racing, and I was on the verge of tears; I couldn’t believe what just happened.
“I think I messed up,”
I said as I took a deep breath, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat.
“Messed up how exactly?”
Becca asked, standing to her feet like she was going to rush over to me, but she kept her ground and just stared at me.
“Alpha Jonathan caught Enzo and me in the arena,”
I said, biting onto my bottom lip once I got the sentence out.
Becca gasped loudly.
“Were you doing it?”
She asked.
“What? No! Of course, not,”
I said a little too quickly, feeling my face growing hot as she raised her brows.
“Kissing?”
“No…”
I said, staring down at my hands. “We were just talking, and he went to touch my face when Alpha Jonathan cleared his throat.”
“Lila, you were practically doing nothing for him to catch. What were you talking about?”
I opened my mouth to answer her, but I had a nasty gut feeling to keep this information to myself. Jazzy escaping from Enzo’s dungeon was a really bad thing and it could be dangerous for anyone who gets involved. The less Becca knows the better.
“We were talking about an assignment,”
I lied. I hated lying; I wasn’t even good at it. But in this case, she didn’t have a reason to suspect that I was lying so she just smiled and walked over to me.
“You’re going to be fine,”
she said in a calm tone. “I’m sure Professor Enzo will take care of it.”
She wrapped me in a tight hug.
I felt a bit calmer; despite what we were talking about, we weren’t doing anything wrong. She was right when she said Enzo would have it handled. I just had to trust him.
“Don’t you have Math class around now? It’s almost 1,”