Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
I frowned at her, though she wasn’t looking at me.
“Are you okay, Kay?”
I asked, furrowing my brows at her.
“It’s just weird being in a wolf’s packhouse,”
she admitted, turning to face me. “Faires tend to not go near wolf packs. It’s all very new for me.”
With all that’s been happening, I kind of forgot that Kay was a fairy and the fact that she had a whole family that could be worried about her right now.
Actually, all of them have families. I’m sure all the families besides mine and Sarah’s were worried and wondering where all their kids had gone off to.
“Do you guys need to call your families?”
I asked, looking around at the group of people around me. Then my eyes landed on Kay. “If you need to call your family, you can, Kay.”
She nodded.
“Yeah, I probably should,”
she said, giving me a small smile as she grabbed her phone out of her purse. “I haven’t talked to them in a while.”
“My dad already knows I’m here,”
Sarah muttered. “Not that he would care regardless.”
I somehow doubted that he wouldn’t care where Sarah ran off to, but I decided not to say anything.
“I’ve been texting with my mom this entire time,”
Becca said, showing me her phone. “She’s worried, but she’s glad I’m safe.”
“My parents hardly notice when I’m there; I doubt they’d notice or care that I’ve disappeared,”
Brody said, wrapping an arm around Sarah.
I was never going to get used to that relationship.
I looked at Luis who was staring at his hands, almost sadly.
“It’s okay,”
Becca said softly. “Tell them.”
Luis sighed and met my eyes.
“I’m an orphan,”
he said in a breath. “My foster family weren’t good people when I turned 18 I cut contact with them.”
My heart shattered for him.
“I’m so sorry,”
I breathed.
He gave me a small and sad smile.
“It’s fine,”
he said in return.
The door of the living room opened, and I was pleased to see Dee walking in with a tray of cheese and crackers, along with a pot of tea.
“I thought I’d bring some snacks,”
Dee said kindly, winking at me as she placed the tray on the coffee table.
She began to set up the mugs and poured some tea into each of them.
“I’m not sure how you like your tea, so I also brought some sweeteners, honey, and milk,”
she continued as she placed all the stuff on the table for us to grab.
“Thanks, Dee,”
I said kindly. “Oh, everybody. This is Deanna; the packhouse mother,”
I introduced.
“But everybody calls me, Dee,”
she added, her smile widening.
“You’re Alpha Enzo’s mother?”
Becca asked, raising her brows.
Dee chuckled and shook her head.
“Not technically,”
she answered. “I have raised him since he came here at 9 years old. It’s kind of a long story. But no, I’m not his birth mother.”
“Oh, I see,”
Becca said, her face reddening. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, dear. I get it a lot,”
Dee said kindly, giving Becca a warm smile.
“Dee is the head worker,”
I explained. “She’s basically the entire pack’s mother. She makes sure all their basic needs are met. Every worker in this packhouse answers to her. She’s also the head chef and cooks amazing food.”
“You flatter me,”
Dee chuckled, waving her hand at me almost dismissively, but from her chuckle, I knew she was joking.
“Thank you, Miss Dee,”
Kay said as she joined the group around the coffee table.
She picked up one of the mugs of tea and began to put some sugar inside the cup.
“Did you get a hold of your parents?”
I asked her, noticing that she appeared to be happier.
She nodded as she ate a cracker.
“They aren’t as worried as I thought they’d be,”
she shrugged. “They were very worried when they found out about the killings. The board had called all family members to alert them about it; they made sure to inform my parents that I wasn’t hurt, and our cell service wasn’t great during lockdown.”
This was true; a lot of students were complaining that their phones weren’t working. It made the entire ordeal that much scarier.
“But they were relieved I called and that I truly am safe; even if I’m in a wolf’s pack,”
she said, a faint smile on her lips. “They figured I’d make wolf friends, so they weren’t surprised.”
“I’m glad to hear that,”
I said gently.
“We’ve prepared some bedrooms for each of you,”
Dee shared, looking at them. “I’ll have one of my maids escort you in a little bit.”
“Miss Dee, would it be possible to share a room with Sarah?”
Brody asked; Sarah leaned against him automatically.
Dee raised her brows and looked at me.
“They’re mates,”