Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
he breathed against me. “I know everything has been difficult. But it won’t always be like this. In a couple of years, you will graduate from this school and then we will get married. You will become my wife and my Luna, and we will get our happily ever after.”
I smiled up at him.
“Promise?”
I asked.
He answered my question with a kiss. I wrapped my arms back around him and deepened the kiss, loving every moment of it.
Then the moment was ruined when the door opened and Alex stood before us, making us jump apart.
“Probably better if you didn’t do this here,”
he said, staring between the two of us. “You might get caught by someone other than me.”
Lila’s POV
My alarm went off at 7 a.m. on the dot. I almost took it and threw it across the room, but I knew today was a very important day and I needed to be up early to prepare for it.
I certainly wasn’t prepared already despite Rachel and Becca hassling me about it.
“Wake up, sleepy head!”
I heard Rachel say as she swung my bedroom door open and went to open the curtains, allowing the bright rays of the sun to enter the dimly lit room. “We have a lot to do before the elections this afternoon and we can’t waste any more time!”
I slid out of bed and went with her to the living room where Becca sat curled up on the couch. She had a notebook and a pen on her lap, and she stared up at me eagerly.
Alex, who spent the night on the couch, sat on the island stool near the kitchen area, watching us like he had better things to do with his time.
“We have to start thinking about your speech now. We literally have no more time,”
Becca said as I sat beside her, and Rachel sat on the other side of her.
“I’ve just been so busy with other things, the speech didn’t seem to matter much,”
I said with a shrug, and I wasn’t sorry.
I’ve been busy with fundraisers, tutoring, and event/project planning. I barely had any time to think about my speech. I did this all for the school and I wasn’t going to be made to feel sorry for that.
“Okay, so what kind of things should I talk about for this election?”
I asked, staring at the blank notebook.
“Well, we know Sarah is going to pretty much buy her way through this. Her speech is going to be about all the things she can buy for the school. She’s going to flaunt her daddy’s money in everyone’s faces and they are going to feed into it. So, you need to talk about something that money can’t buy,”
Rachel explained.
“Lila cares so much about this school and the little activities she does to make it better is proof of that,”
Becca said in return. “Everyone already knows that.”
“That won’t be a match for the shit Sarah buys them,”
Rachel murmurs. “You said something about a back-to-school dance. How’s that going?”
“We haven’t really done any planning for it yet,”
I admitted; it was something I wanted to do, but I haven’t really had a lot of time since returning to school and dealing with the whole Xander thing, which they still had no idea about.
“Then maybe you can talk about that,”
Becca said, writing it down in the notebook. “You can talk about all the great things you envision for this school, including the mural.”
“A mural that might not happen if I don’t win,”
I muttered, leaning back on the couch.
“I thought it was already approved?”
Becca asked.
“I thought so too, but apparently it wasn’t run by Alpha Jonathan first and he doesn’t want the mural. But he said if I win then we can do the mural,”
I explained.
Both Becca and Rachel groaned miserably.
“Of course, he said that,”
Rachel muttered. “What other things did you want to do for the school?”
“Well, I was thinking about starting a school community service program,”
I said, looking between the both of them.
That was something I hadn’t told them yet, but it was on my mind.
“That’s a great idea,”
Becca said as she wrote that out.
“You’ve been tutoring a lot; how about we start a tutoring program too? I mean, you can’t tutor everyone,”
Rachel said with a shrug.
I liked that idea as well and I nodded in response as Becca wrote that down as well.
We went through a few more ideas and after a couple of hours of writing out a semi-decent speech, we were running even shorter on time, and I needed to get dressed.
Rachel insisted on giving me a makeover; while she rummaged through all our clothes to find something for me to wear, I went to take a shower.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous about this election. Maybe I haven’t focused too much on it because I didn’t really want to think about it. Everything could change after today. If I lose, I give control over Sarah and her father. Not that Alpha Jonathan doesn’t already have control, but now his daughter will have it as well.
I allowed the hot water to relax my body as I closed my eyes and took in the sweet scent of the soapy steam that filled the bathroom. I let the water run through my hair and massage my scalp.
Lathering my body in soap, I rehearsed my speech mentally. I thought about all the points I was going to make and how I was going to persuade everyone to vote for me.
Once I was done in the shower, I stepped out of the tub and wrapped my body in a warm towel. I stared at myself in the mirror with a frown; I looked tired and worn out. My hair lay soaked across my shoulders and down my back and my face was a bit paler than usual.
It was probably because of the wolfsbane that was still in my system.
I sighed and brushed my teeth. Once I was finished, I left the bathroom only to be met by Rachel who stood in the living room holding up a cute pink blouse and a black skirt that looked like it would rest right above my knees.
“I found an outfit for you,”
she said excitedly.
I chuckled and took the outfit from her and went into my room to get dressed. It wasn’t my clothes, so, I’m assuming it was either Rachel’s or Becca’s. But they fit me perfectly; the blouse rested just above my belly button and pushed my breasts up to make them appear a little bigger. But I was tasteful at the same time; the V-neck of the blouse showed off my cleavage, but it also made the necklace that dangled against my chest more evident. It was a long-sleeved blouse and at the ends they were frilly.
The blouse might have rested above my belly button, but the skirt, which ended just above my knees, was a high-waisted skirt that covered the rest of my stomach. It was a simple black skirt with a built-in black belt that had silver buckles.
I looked extremely professional.
Rachel also gave me a pair of black heels that would match the black skirt; I was thankful I recently painted my toenails because those could also be seen from the open-toed heels.
When I walked out of my room both Rachel and Becca gasped in amazement; Alex just rolled his eyes.
“Do you have a problem, Alex?”
I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Nope,”
he muttered, turning away to continue reading the book he was holding.
“Remind me again why that jerk is here?”
Rachel said, folding her arms across her chest.
“My father sent him here as a bodyguard because one of his prisoners escaped and he’s worried for my safety,”
I told her and that was all I was going to tell her right now.
“Sit down; we have to do your hair and makeup,”
Rachel said as Becca went to grab all the makeup supplies. I sat in a chair that Rachel had set up and she started blow-drying my hair. Then she used a curling iron to curl it a little, allowing the soft curls to fall around my shoulders.
Rachel excelled with hair and makeup, so I knew I was in good hands.