Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
“I promise I won’t break out of here,”
Scott said, eyeing the officer carefully.
“It’s not like you could,”
the officer scoffed. “These doors are made to keep wolves in.”
But on that note, he walked toward Scott with a set of keys, unlocked the cuffs around his arms, and unshackled his legs.
Scott had never felt freer.
Now that he could move his arms again, he took it upon himself to hug his father. He was surprised that his father returned the hug.
“I never doubted you for a second,”
his father whispered to him.
“I know,”
Scott said in return, and he truly did know.
His father was there from the very beginning telling people that he was innocent; he was grateful for that. But now they had to do the same for Rod; he couldn’t go down for this. Scott knew in his gut that Rod was innocent and that his mind was also manipulated.
“I’m going to the school to meet with Alpha Bastien. Then we will be back this evening to get you out of here.”
Scott nodded.
His father turned with the officer and they both left the cell, shutting and locking the door once again.
Even though Scott was innocent, he was still locked in here like an animal. He sat back on the cot and buried his face in his hands, letting out a frustrated grunt.
“Is that any way to greet me?”
A familiar voice roamed through his head, making him lift his gaze.
“Allister!”
He breathed.
“Of course, it’s me,”
his wolf said in return. “Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to rip all of those officer’s throats out? The way they manhandled us like were rabid beasts.”
“They thought we were killers,”
Scott said. “I don’t blame them for how they treated us.”
“I wanted to show them what a real killer was like,”
Allister muttered. “But I was locked away.”
“Then it’s a good thing you were,”
Scott said, trying not to crack a smile at his wolf’s antics.
He had missed Allister while he’d been locked in this cell; it felt good to have him back again.
“I can’t wait to shift and be able to run free again,”
Allister sighed. “I don’t like this cell.”
“Soon, old wolf. Soon,”
Scott assured him.
As Scott closed his eyes, he imagined Allister’s dark grey fur and piercing green eyes roaming through the forest grounds. Allister was a large wolf, just like his father’s wolf.
“And what’s this nonsense about you not remembering what happened?”
Allister asked, sounding annoyed.
“What do you mean?”
“How can you not remember what that bitch did to us?”
Scott’s eyes popped open.
“Are you saying you remember what happened?”
“Of course, I do. I was there,”
Allister quipped. “A wolf’s mind isn’t easily manipulated like a human’s.”
“Tell me what happened!”
Scott said, his heart racing against his chest.
Before Allister could speak another word, a splitting headache formed at Scott’s temple and he closed his eyes, wincing in pain. He groaned miserably as the headache only intensified. He buckled over; feeling that bile returning to his throat; he was about to vomit from the pain.
Flashes and images appeared in the darkness of his closed eyes. At first, they were like pictures. They were memories of Merida and those officers dying. But then they faded away and Scott was standing at the open doorway of his dorm room, staring into space.
“You are the one who killed Merida and those guards downstairs,”
her voice was clear in her mind. “You remember everything so vividly.”
“I remember everything so vividly,”
Scott repeated like he was in a trance.
“You are a wild beast, and you are angry.”
Scott growled though he could hear Allister in the back of his mind telling Scott to hold on tighter and not give in to this mind manipulation. But Scott pushed Allister even further into his mind, making his voice small and inaudible.
Anger coursed through Scott and all he wanted was to hurt someone.
In the memory, Scott tried to focus his attention on the girl that stood before him. He tried to make his past self look at this girl’s face and identify her.
He started with her shoes; they were sneakers with bright green laces. Then he trialed up her fishnet leggings and to her short black skirt with a black belt which had little white skulls on it. His eyes trailed up her thin tank top and rested on her breasts for a moment.
“Focus,”
Allister hissed; his voice coming louder.
Scott shook his head and continued to trail up her narrow neckline and saw the gold studded piercing in the girl’s nose.
He didn’t have to look into her eyes to know who it was.
Just as their eyes locked, Scott returned to the present moment where he sat in the jail cell. Sweat poured off the side of his face and he quickly stood to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest.
He needed to call Bastien; he knew who manipulated his mind.
He knew who killed those people!
Lila’s POV
The drive to the Calypso packhouse was fairly quiet. We had to take two separate cars. Alex took Sarah and Brody; and Enzo took Kayla, Becca, Luis, and me. The three of them squeezed into the backseat.
It wouldn’t be long before Scott was released from jail. Apparently, he called my father and told him that he needed us all something, especially me.
I wondered what it could have been; I hoped it had to do with who manipulated his mind. If so, we could probably clear Rod’s name too.
I refused to believe that Rod had anything to do with these murders. His mind must have been manipulated as well.
When we got to the packhouse, we piled out of the car. Ethan was quick to greet us at the door; he gave me a lighthearted smile and I returned it.
“Good evening, Lila,”
he said, bowing his head slightly at me. “Allow me to grab your luggage.”
“Thank you,”
I said, jokingly curtseying him.
We both chuckled and he went to help Alex grab everybody’s stuff.
We followed everybody into the packhouse and went into the living room area; I always liked this packhouse living room. It was quiet and cozy; Dee and her workers kept it clean, and the fireplace was on, giving the room a warm and inviting aura.
Brody and Sarah occupied the loveseat. Becca sat beside me on the long couch and Luis sat beside her. Kayla stood awkwardly near the large bookcase, pretending to gaze at the books while tugging nervously at her fingers.