Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
he whispered for my ears alone, making my body flare with heat.
I slid into the seat as he shut the door and ran around the car and into the driver’s seat.
“Hello Lila,”
I heard a familiar voice coming from the front seat.
I furrowed my brows together and adjusted my body to see who it was that was speaking to me.
“Alpha Emmett?”
I asked, my dropping into my stomach.
Scott’s father was with Enzo?
“I found him at the police station,”
Enzo explained as he threw the car in drive and started to drive away from the school.
“Enzo told me that you believe my son to be innocent,”
Emmet said, staring out his window.
I wanted to just nod, not trusting my voice, but I knew he couldn’t see me.
“Yes,”
I answered out loud. “I don’t think Scott would kill anyone.”
How much did he know? What did Enzo tell him? What did Enzo find out? I had so many questions.
“I agree with you,”
he surprised me by saying. “My son wouldn’t kill anyone. He’s been set up and we need to find out who would do such a thing.”
“I’m with you, Alpha Emmet,”
I said quickly. “And we will.”
“Enzo tells me that it was mind manipulation, but you don’t think it was Sarah, even though she’s done this before.”
“It wasn’t Sarah,”
I was quick to say. “I know it wasn’t.”
“How do you know for sure?”
Emmet asked.
“Because she told me—”
“You are basing this off her word alone?”
Emmet interrupted. “May I remind you what she did to him last year?”
“She learned from that,”
I said, folding my arms across my chest. “This is about murder, Alpha. She wouldn’t do something like that. She might manipulate for selfish reasons, but she wouldn’t murder.”
Alpha Emmett was quiet for a moment as he processed my words.
“I don’t trust her,”
he finally said. “We need to be wary.”
“We will keep all options open,”
Enzo assured him. “We will prove Scott’s innocence.”
I looked at Enzo in his mirror and he returned my look; I needed him to believe me that Sarah was innocent. But I didn’t think mindlinking him right now was a good idea. Alphas could often sense when a mindlink conversation is going on around them and I didn’t want to take that chance.
“How is Scott doing?”
I asked, still looking at Enzo.
“He’s doing okay,”
Enzo said. “He wants to go home.”
“Does he remember anything?”
“He remembers what he was forced to remember. His memories aren’t his own,”
Enzo explained. “Whoever manipulated his mind did more than just convince him to take the fall. They convinced him he did the crime.”
“But he didn’t,”
Emmet was quick to say.
“No, he didn’t,”
Enzo agreed. “I told him to try and focus on his fake memories to see if he can figure out who they belonged to.”
“If he was given fake memories, that means he’s inside the head of the real killer,”
I breathed, realizing where Enzo was going with that.
Enzo gave me a proud look in the mirror and smiled.
“Exactly.”
The rest of the ride was quiet; by the time we got to the Calypso packhouse, my father was waiting in the sitting room with Beta Ethan and Gamma Jack.
“Dad!”
I said, rushing toward him and throwing myself into his arms.
He held me tightly, kissing the top of my head gently.
“Lila, I’m so glad you are safe,”
he breathed. “I’m sorry about your classmate.”
Tears filled my eyes and I tried to keep them away, but I couldn’t any longer.
“She didn’t deserve it,”
I whispered.
“No one ever does,”
he said in return. “I heard that Scott Pierce admitted to the crime.”
“He didn’t do it,”
Alpha Emmet said as he stepped into the room. “He wouldn’t kill anyone.”
“Of course, he wouldn’t,”
my father said, releasing me and stepping toward Emmet.
He offered Emmet his hand and after a short hesitation, Emmet accepted and gripped his hand firmly in a greeting.
“We are behind you, Alpha. We will figure this out,”
my father continued to say.
Emmet seemed to have relaxed some and he nodded in return.
“Enzo how about you take Lila upstairs so she can freshen up? I’d like to speak with Emmett alone for a few,”
my father said, patting Emmet on the back and motioning for him to follow him.
I looked at Enzo and he gave me an identical curious look. But then we both smiled at one another and disappeared from the room without another word. As soon as we were outside the sitting room, he grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him up the stairs and toward his bedroom.
I giggled like a schoolgirl as we rushed into his bedroom and he wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me all over the back of my neck. My back was buried in his tight embrace, and I felt warm and loved wrapped in his arms.
“I’ve missed you,”