Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
I said in return. “But Enzo calmed him down.”
“Max calmed him down,”
Enzo corrected.
I smiled at him and rubbed the top of Enzo’s head as if he were rubbing his wolf.
“And he did well,”
I said teasingly.
“I’m so relieved,”
Becca said, and I could see the color returning to her face.
I turned to face Enzo wanting to melt back into his arms; as if he could read my mind, he wrapped me in his arms and nuzzled his face in my hair, kissing me gently. I smiled up at him, so pleased that he was with me right now.
He bent down and kissed me gently; I closed my eyes, basking in the incredible scent and feeling of my mate. It was a feeling I never wanted to end; a feeling I was never truly prepared for.
He ran his fingers down my spine, sending chills throughout my body. But it was the good kind of chills; the kind that formed happy goosebumps across my flesh and made me crave his touch even more.
Becca cleared her throat, reminding us that we were still in public.
“I don’t think I want to return to the campus,”
she said, holding her body as if she was afraid she’d fall apart. “I feel uneasy.”
“I agree,”
I said, glancing at Enzo. “We are still in lockdown until the end of the week. Will they let us stay off campus?”
“I’m sure your father can pull some strings,”
Enzo said, nodding. “You can stay at my packhouse.”
He then glanced at Becca who still looked uneasy. “You can both stay at my packhouse.”
“Thank you, Alpha,”
she said, giving him a faint smile.
We were interrupted by the sound of Enzo’s phone ringing; he pulled away from me, leaving me cold and lonely, to answer the call.
“Yes, Alpha Bastien?”
He asked; my eyes widened at the mention of my father’s name.
He paused while my father spoke, but he didn’t look pleased. The longer the silence, the more upset Enzo was looking. Worry built in my stomach as I stared at my mate.
Becca stepped closer to me, also worried.
“Okay, I’ll let them know. Also, I’m bringing Lila to my packhouse for safety reasons. Can you speak to the headmaster about it?”
There was another silence before Enzo nodded, even though my father couldn’t see him.
“Okay, I’ll let them know. Thank you, Alpha.”
He hung up and looked over at me.
“He said he’s going to speak to the headmaster; he said to gather the rest of your friends too. He’s worried those close to Rachel might be in trouble. If she was stabbed, there’s no telling what else could happen and to whom.
I nodded, but my eyes remained on him.
“What else did he say?”
I said, knowing my mate very well.
He was hesitant for a moment but then he met my eyes.
“He said that evidence isn’t looking good in Rod’s favor,”
he said slowly. “However, Scott is going to be released from jail.”
“What?”
I gasped. “Today?”
He nodded, keeping his eyes on mine.
“He’s coming to the packhouse as well,”
Enzo continued. “Bastien said that Scott remembered something. But he won’t talk until everybody is together. Specifically, you, Lila.”
Lila’s POV
What did Scott remember that he wanted to tell all of us? Did he remember who manipulated his mind and tried to frame him for murder?
This could be huge; he could potentially save Rod from a horrific fate if what Enzo suspected was true. I didn’t want to believe that Rod was guilty of murder and truly tried to kill Rachel out of his own free will. The thought didn’t sit right with me. I had a nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach every time I thought about it.
I wished I could talk to Rachel and find out what happened between them earlier. Why was she even there in the first place? She never expressed any interest in vampires before.
None of this made any sense.
I couldn’t help but feel like we were missing huge parts of the puzzle.
The drive back to campus was quiet; I knew we were all thinking the same things. We were wondering what Scott had to tell us and if it would put together the missing pieces.
When we pulled into the parking lot, my father was waiting for us with Alexander. I was glad that it was only the two of them, but I wondered where Alpha Jonathan was.
“Alex is going to take you to your dorm and speak to help you collect your friends,”
my father said. “Make sure they all pack a bag to last them until Sunday. You will be brought back here Sunday evening.”
I nodded, but I didn’t move from in front of him.
“Do you know what Scott wants to talk to us about?”
I asked, my voice coming out unfamiliar.
He shook his head, glancing at me then at Becca, and then back at me.
“I don’t,”
he said gently. “But whatever it is, I’m sure it’s important. Thankfully, he’s being released from jail today so he will be at Enzo’s packhouse this evening.”
The sun was about to go down, so this evening was arriving quickly. The more the sunset, the tighter the knot in my stomach got.
“What’s going to happen to Rod?”
I found myself asking, looking between my father and Alex.
They were both quiet for a moment, each looking at one another.
“We aren’t sure yet. But once we know, we will let you know,”
my father said, giving me a reassuring smile. “In the meantime, the lockdown remains on campus. I already spoke to the board about you and your friends, so you are free to get your things and meet back here in the parking lot.”
I looked up at Enzo, worry clear in his eyes. Or maybe it was my worry reflecting on me.
“I need to speak with Enzo for a few. Alex will take you to your dorm.”
I didn’t want to leave my mate and Val certainly didn’t want to walk away. I could tell from his face that he didn’t want that either.
“Go on,”
he said softly, meeting my eyes. “I’ll see you soon.”
I nodded slowly and turned toward Alex; he said nothing as he turned and led toward the dormitory.
We walked in silence as if we were walking in shame. My heart continued to pound heavily in my chest, even when we were inside our section of the dormitory.
Miss Tinsel, the girl’s dormitory B advisor, sat on the couch reading a book with her legs crossed. She looked tired, yet alert at the same time if that makes sense.
Beckie Tinsel.
I don’t encounter her often, but she’s very stuck up and I don’t really like her that much.
“Miss Tinsel?”