Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
Brody said as he ran his fingers through his shaggy hair.
“How could that happen?”
I asked, looking up at Enzo.
“I think the question is, who made it happen.”
Third Person POV
Word had quickly gotten back to Jazzy that her spell had worked. All witches and those who were gifted by the moon goddess were powerless at the Higala school for shifters. That pleased her greatly. It meant that she was a step closer to riding the world of Volana wolves forever. Of course, this wasn’t something she’d be able to do alone. Not even Alpha Jonathan and his henchmen could help her with this next step. It takes something incredibly powerful and dark to take out all the Volanas. In order to do this, she needed to summon an old friend. Though, his visits don’t often come without a price. Hence why she hadn’t summoned him in years, but now that the full red moon was soon arriving, she knew she couldn’t wait much longer. Douglas, a young warrior in Alpha Jonathan’s pack, appointed to her protection, stood at her side as she ordered of him. He was no older than 18; a freshly new gamma warrior, and perfect for what she needed. She could smell his innocence from miles away and that pleased her very much. The Alpha did say that she could help herself to do whatever she needed, and this was exactly what she needed. She stood at the window of the room she was given, staring up at the moonlight and allowing the rays to dance off her bright and radiant features. She closed her eyes and thought about the day her parents died. She had watched with her own eyes as a Volana wolf bit into their raw flesh and tore them both to pieces. Their magic wasn’t strong enough to defend themselves and Jazzy had screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of her parents meeting their fatal end. It was her older sister, Hazel, who had covered Jazzy’s eyes from the gruesome scene and then got her out of there before the Volana wolf turned its attention, and sharp canines, to them. Jazzy had a mixture of emotions running through her, but the one that stuck with her was anger. Of course, at the time, she didn’t want to admit such a thing. While others around their village, including her sister, mourned the death of her beloved parents, Jazzy was stewing in her own anger. Furious that such a thing could happen and not a thing was getting done about it. It was during that time, that Jazzy had wept. The tears that escaped her eyes and soaked over her young features were filled with hatred; they were filled with anger. They were filled with darkness. It was those memories and that hatred that filled the tears she cried while staring up at the moonlight. They were tears that were filled with so much darkness that it was enough to summon the darkest of demons. As she cried and stared up at the moon through her window, she hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as a child. A tune that stuck with her for all of her life; it was the same time that she hummed the night she summoned him for the first time by accident. “It got cold in here…”
the words of that young warrior broke through her thoughts. He was wrapping his arms around his body and shivering; he stared wide-eyed at Jazzy as she turned to him. They were in silence for a long while and she admired that he was bold enough to speak first. “You’re crying,”
he said, frowning. There was genuine concern on his face. Men were so easily manipulated; all it took was a pretty face. “Are you okay?”
She walked over to the small black cauldron she had set up in the center of her room and allowed a few droplets of her tears to fall inside. She heard it sizzle, though there was no heat applied. She turned to Douglas and gave him a sweet and yet seductive smile. “Tell me Douglas…”
she said, stepping closer to him, swaying her hips and drawing his eyes to her lovely curves. “Have you ever felt the touch of a woman?”
His brows rose at her question as he scanned her face. “I’m not sure I understand your question, madam,”
he said, annoyingly formal. She gave him another smile while biting onto her plump bottom lip, chewing on it as she looked him over. He was a tall boy with large muscles and a nice face. But the scent of purity was evident to her. She placed a hand on his bicep and closed the gap between them. “I mean…”
she began, leaning toward his ear so she could whisper into him, allowing her breath to tickle the side of his face. “Have you ever made love before?”
She could see the hairs on his arms standing and his entire body tensed. Her tongue swept over his earlobe gently and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. She ran her slender fingers up his broad chest through his shirt and gripped his shirt gently. “I…I have not…”
he stammered, his voice dropping to a whisper as if he was afraid, they’d be overheard. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but she stifled it. She ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his cheek, making him look at her. His breathing had deepened, as did hers. It was he who had closed the rest of the space between their lips. He crashed his mouth into hers and kissed her ravenously. He conquered her mouth and made it his own. His tongue was quick to enter her mouth; he kissed her like he was thirsty, and she was his water. He wrapped his strong arms around her curvy waist and pulled her into him; she allowed him to do it. She wanted him to have a little taste of what he was missing, and she wanted it as well. He was rather good-looking, and she liked his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from her mouth and ran his lips and tongue down the nape of her neck; she even let out a small moan to show him that she enjoyed that very much. His strong hands had searched her body, desperate to get her clothing off. It was her that had unbuttoned her blouse, to give him a better view of her breasts; the lust that appeared in his eyes, when he looked at her, was enough for her to crave him. She placed her hands on the back of his head and pushed him into her chest so he could be buried in her breasts. He kissed and nibbled on her exposed nipples making her throw her head back in pure satisfaction. She ran his fingers through his hair as he kissed up her chest and went back to kissing her lips. She deepened the kiss, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth curiously while running her fingers up his bare chest under his shirt. She pressed her palm to his heart and felt it beating under her touch. It was a rhythmic heartbeat; like it was pumping to the beat of a song. She enjoyed the feeling of it; she enjoyed it a lot. Her fingers had curved as she continued to kiss him; he was completely hooked to her like she was some sort of drug. A smile tugged at her lips at the very thought of it. Just as her fingers had punctured through the flesh of his chest, she heard him gasping with her kiss. But she didn’t stop kissing him, nor did he stop kissing her. She felt the warm pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and soaking to the ground around their feet. He gasped again as pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into him. His shirt was completely red and soaked with his blood. His entire body stilled as she pulled her lips away from his and stared up at his terrified and hollow eyes. He was completely frozen, unable to move a single muscle. Her fingers dug even deeper, eager to get to their destination. He only let out a squeak of pain, but nothing more. Soon, her hand was wrapping around that beating musical heart that she’d come to love so much. It continued to beat in her grip. His entire body began to tremble violently as horror and realization of what was happening surfaced in his mind. He didn’t have much longer to think though, because soon she was ripping her hand out of his chest. He stared down at her hand, only a couple of seconds of life left in him. The last thing he saw before meeting his fatal end, was his beating heart, still beating, and out separate from his body. He first fell to his knees, covering the rest of his body in blood, and then he fell face-first to the ground. Dying. A smile gleamed on her lips as she turned to the cauldron; she could already see the darkness luring around it, eager to be set free. She smiled at it; welcoming it back to the land of the living. She had missed it and longed to see it again. Jazzy watched as this darkness slithered out of the cauldron, taking the form of the familiar snake that had come to her days after her parent’s death. It had golden eyes and venomous fangs, poisonous to the touch. It looked at her with recognition in its eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it; she would never be afraid of it. She rose the still beating heart in the air and the snake rose its head to it. “I feed you the heart of purity, just how you like it,”
she spoke to the snake who hissed in pleasure at her words. “I will feed you even more to keep you with me for as long as it takes to rid this world of Volana wolves. A dream we’ve had for a long time that can now come to reality. We finally have the girl, the strongest Volana to ever exist, in our grasp. With her, we can finally complete our plan. Feed, my love.”
She squeezed the heart until blood poured from it; the snake snapped its teeth at the heart and then hissed as it opened its mouth wide, taking in every drop of blood offered. Then, Jazzy dropped to the still heart to the ground and watched as the snake devoured it whole. Soon, the snake was bowing its head at her. Darkness returned to it, covering it and hiding the snake from her viewing. She took a steady step away from it and watched as the darkness only grew to cover what was being born within. She waited with anticipation and a pounding heart until the darkness began to fade away and, in its place, stood a tall, broad, and naked gentleman. He was devilishly handsome with long, sleek, black hair and golden eyes that poured into her. The familiarity of his appearance spoke to her in a way that no other could and she could no longer contain herself. “Zagreus,”
she spoke his name in a choked whisper as she ran and threw herself into his tight embrace. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love.”
Lila’s POV
“Lila, come to my office as well; I’d like to speak with you and Sarah together,”
Headmaster Prescott said to me, trying to be heard over the crowd of frantic students. Those affected by Sarah’s mind manipulation were freaking out because of the time they had lost and their free will being taken. The witches and those with abilities were frantic because they were powerless. Everybody was powerless. My heart began to beat rapidly in my chest as I looked up at the headmaster. She didn’t think I had anything to do with this, did she? “Am I in trouble?”
I asked; I couldn’t hide the nervousness from my tone. “No, of course not. But I’d like you to be there so I can get the full picture of this situation,”
she simply said. I met Enzo’s eyes from across the room; he was now standing and watching me with worry in his eyes. I gave him a small smile to assure him that everything was okay and thankfully, he returned it. “Enzo,”
Headmaster Prescott said as she approached him. “Get everybody to settle down. They can still vote to keep their minds off the situation… not that it’ll matter much anymore. But then I’d like them to return to their dorms for the rest of the afternoon. I’m canceling evening classes. But I’ll make an announcement, once I’m done speaking with the girls.”
He nodded. “I’ll have some of the staff help me get everything organized,”
he assured me. She nodded at him, pleased by his quick response. “My powers!”
I heard someone sobbing. “My powers are gone!!!”
“What happened to me!”
I heard someone else shouting. “Why did I do these mean things to people??”
“Why can’t I remember anything from the last two days!”
A boy asked as I passed him. I wanted to say something to him that reassured him, but I wasn’t sure what could make things better. My heart was squeezing painfully in my chest for them. Headmaster Prescott was already gone and I knew I couldn’t keep her waiting any longer. Enzo was already getting to work with the other professors to get the students to settle down. The board members were lining students up to vote in the back room and ordering the really frantic ones back to their dorms. I shook my head at the sight and turned away; I couldn’t watch anymore of this. When I got to her office, I was surprised to see that Alpha Jonathan was already there. I didn’t even see him leaving the auditorium. He was looking anything but happy. Sarah sat in the seat in front of the office door while he towered over her. Her gaze was fixed on the ground, and it looked like he had just finished yelling at her. The secretary who sat at the desk in the corner of the room looked pale-faced and wide-eyed, confirming my suspicions. Tiffany Prescott cleared her throat, getting their attention. “Come into my office,”
she ordered them without giving them a second look as she opened her office door. Alpha Jonathan’s gaze found mine. “What is she doing here?”
He asked the headmaster as if I wasn’t standing right there. I felt my face warming. “I asked her to join us,”
she answers. “For what reason?”
“I have my reasons and I’ll explain once you are inside my office, Alpha,”
she said firmly. I was surprised by how assertive she sounded knowing that Alpha Jonathan owned this school. He didn’t argue with her, much to my surprise. He turned away from me and stormed into the office. I glanced at Sarah who also looked up at me; I couldn’t read her expression, but she looked pale. She visibly swallowed and stood to her feet. She didn’t say anything to me as she turned and went into the office. I followed closely after them. Headmaster Prescott had pulled up an extra chair and sat it in front of her desk before taking her seat behind her desk. “Please sit,”
she instructed all of us. We did as she said, only Alpha Jonathan hesitated slightly before sitting beside his daughter who still appeared pale in the face. I’m not sure if that was because she was sick, or because she was terrified. “I need a full explanation of what happened today,”
she said, staring directly at Sarah. She was surprised by the remark and glanced at her father who let a growl emerge from his throat. “Do I need to call my lawyer, Headmaster?”
He asked through his teeth. She looked at him with a frown. “That won’t be necessary, Alpha,”
she assured him. “I just want to get to the bottom of things. The students are very distraught and they seem to believe that your daughter has done something to them. I would like to know exactly what happened.”
“I’ll tell you what happened—”
he began to growl, but Headmaster Prescott held up her hand, stopping his words. “If you don’t mind, Alpha. I’d like to hear it from Sarah,”
she said calmly. “I’m sure you can understand.”
He went to open his mouth again, but this time, Sarah was the one who spoke. “I’m so sorry…”
she croaked and when I looked at her, she had tears pouring out of her eyes. “It’s my fault.”
“How about you start by telling me exactly what happened, Sarah,”
Headmaster Prescott said, giving her a look of remorse, and yet compassion. Sarah swallowed hard and kept her eyes fixed on her fingers which she was tugging nervously. “Sarah…”
Alpha Jonathan spoke her name like a warning as he clenched his jaw. “I can’t keep lying, Father. I could get in even more trouble,”
she said softly, glancing up at him through her tear-filled eyes. “I own this school; nothing is going to happen to you,”
he assured her, but his tone was anything but reassuring. It was hard and sent a chill down my spine. “I just can’t anymore, Father…”
she said in a broken whisper, turning her attention to Headmaster Prescott. “They were telling the truth. I did do this,”
she finally said as more tears fell from her eyes. “I have the ability to manipulate minds and I told them they needed to vote for me. During their campaigning, I kept erasing their memories for different reasons, so they lost a lot of time. I had them do things for me as well…”
I held my breath while Headmaster Prescott stared at her, unmoving. “This is a very situation, Sarah. You do realize that, don’t you?”
Headmaster Prescott said finally after a long silence. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying, my daughter is unwell. Can’t you see how pale and thin she is,”
Alpha Jonathan stated, not even looking at Sarah who had looked up at him with shock. “Enough, Father,”
she said with wide eyes and surprised assertiveness in her tone. “I’m done lying and I’m done cheating. I won’t do it anymore. She needs to know the truth.”
“You will be silent,”
her father said through gritted teeth. Headmaster Prescott sighed and turned to me. “Lila, do you have anything you’d like to say?”
She asked, eyeing me carefully. I felt my cheeks flaring with heat. “Me?”
I asked, lamely. She nodded and kept her eyes locked on mine. “Yes,”
she answered. “You are her opponent, and this affects you just as well as it affects all the other students. I asked you here so you can share your thoughts as well.”
“Oh…”
I breathed, staring down at my hands. “I guess I’m still in shock. I had a feeling Sarah had special abilities, but I really didn’t know she was manipulating everyone to vote for her like that. I didn’t know they were all under her spell for this long. Makes me wonder what else she had done.”
I didn’t say it out loud, but Scott came to mind. He was saying that Sarah was the one who put him up to vandalize the art exhibit. Because of that, he was sent to jail and had to stay there for months until the official trial. The trial was delayed because Cassidy-Ann was in Monstro and plus, she wanted him to rot there and think about what he had done. Then, his family was forced to pay for the repairs of the exhibit along with pain and suffering. He almost got expelled from the school, but they decided that he suffered enough and decided to give him one more chance like they gave Sarah last year. Besides, it’s not like the exhibit had anything to do with the school. But he isn’t a student and student behavior represents the school. Scott faced a lot over these months; people are still looking at him strangely. He was kicked off the football team and lost most of his friends. Sarah dumped him as well, so he lost his girlfriend too. Since he returned to the school this semester, he’s mainly been keeping to himself. I see him occasionally in the halls, but not much. He never talks to me, not since his warnings against Sarah and her abilities. My heart squeezed painfully in my chest at the thought that Sarah could have actually used her abilities and forced him to vandalize the exhibit, ruining his entire life. “Well, Sarah… considering who your father is, it’s not like I can expel you,”
Headmaster Prescott murmured, peering up at Alpha Jonathan who huffed through his nose like a bull. “But even the owner of this school must know that there are consequences to such actions like this.”
“Do what you must, Headmaster,”
he said through his teeth. She cleared her throat and looked back at Sarah. “You are banned from any extra curriculums and school activities. You are hereby grounded for the next 4 months. This means you will not be allowed anywhere on campus besides your classes, the library, the dining hall, and your dorm. I’ll appoint a guard to standby to make sure you stay in those specific areas.”
“That’s a prison!”
Alpha Jonathan protested loudly, shaking the entire room. “That’s punishment for her actions,”
Headmaster Prescott Surprised me by shooting back. “I’m sure the Alpha Committee would love to hear that you stood in the way of my job, Alpha. Isn’t Lila’s father in charge of that committee?”
He swallowed hard and glared at me; suddenly it dawned on me as to why she truly asked me to be here, and I felt my face warming once again. The headmaster looked back at Sarah. “Or, option B is expulsion,”
she said simply, pressing her lips together. “I’ll take option A,”
Sarah said quickly, bowing her head in respect. “Thank you.”
Alpha Jonathan let out a low and threatening growl, which Headmaster Prescott managed to ignore while she glanced at me. Her gaze softened and she even gave me a small smile. “Congratulations, Lila. By default, you are now the President of the Student Committee.”
Lila’s POV