Chapter 25 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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“You’re a Volana?” She asked in a whisper.

“Yes,” I managed to answer, staring down at my hands.

What have I done? Where did that even come from?

“Our abilities have been activated once we shifted for the first time,” Val explained. “It’s only going to get stronger unless we learn to control it.”

My mother failed to warn me that it was going to be like this. I could have seriously hurt somebody, and Becca was staring at me like I was some kind of monster.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I say to her in a calm tone. “I don’t know where any of that came from…”

“Are you dangerous like Sarah said?” She asked, searching my face with her eyes.

“I don’t think so,” I told her. “I think I just let my emotions get the best of me. I’ll learn to control it…”

“You didn’t tell me you were a Volana wolf…” Becca said, furrowing her brows again. “How do I know this won’t happen again? How do I know you won’t turn your powers against me? I’m your combat partner.”

“I need you to trust me,” I told her, eyeing her carefully. “I promise, I’ll do everything I can to control these abilities. I think I just need to speak to my mother. She will know what to do.”

“Your mother is also a Volana?”

I nodded once.

“And she’s way more experienced,” I explained. “She can help me.”

Becca seemed to have relaxed.

Before I could grab my phone to call my mom, the arena began to flood with more people.

I completely lost track of time; the class was starting soon. I felt relieved to get a little bit of a distraction.

I wasn’t surprised to see that Sarah wasn’t in class. She was probably on the phone with her father telling him how dangerous I am.

I wondered if he would believe her.

Pretty soon, word would get back to my own father.

I had to brush the thought out of my mind in order to get through the rest of this class though.

Pretty soon I would be able to see Enzo again; admittedly, my wolf was craving Enzo and I was a little excited to see him as well. I wanted to ask him why he disappeared so suddenly yesterday.

However, I was shocked to find someone other than Enzo walking into the arena moments later. She was a young woman with tight clothing and a look of determination on her face as she scanned the students.

“Hello everybody. My name is Professor Connie. I’ll be your substitute teacher for the time being.”

My heart fell into my stomach.

Substitute teacher? Where was Professor Enzo?

Layla’s POV

I was able to get through class without any other issues containing my powers, but I couldn’t help but think about Enzo’s whereabouts the entire time. Even Becca could tell I was distracted because she was able to get a few attacks in.

“Are you okay?” She asked, eyeing me carefully. “Are you worried about Sarah?”

“A little,” I lied. “I just don’t want her to think I’m dangerous.”

Becca went to say something, but we were interrupted by Professor Connie behind us.

“You must be Layla. I’ve heard a lot about you. I look forward to getting to know you a little better,” she said with a fond smile.

I frowned and stared back at her.

“I thought you were only here for a few days,” I say, trying not to sound too rude but I couldn’t help myself.

“I’m not really sure how long I’ll be here for,” she admitted. “He didn’t really specify. But I was told you are one of the best combat students. I’m eager to see what you can really do.”

“I appreciate that,” I said in return. I paused for a moment as I stared around her face. “Do you happen to know where Professor Enzo is? It’s odd that he took off without a word to his students.”

She frowned and shook her head.

“Family issues from my understanding,” she explained with a shrug. “It sounded urgent when he called me on the phone though. He asked if I could take over the class for the time being but didn’t really specify much more.”

A knot formed in my stomach, and I suddenly wasn’t feeling so well.

He called her? Who was this woman to him?

“Thank you,” I said to her, forcing a smile on my lips as I turned away. “I should be going.”

I left without another word.

What kind of family problems would keep Enzo from coming to work? I roamed through the halls, feeling almost like a ghost. I ignored most of those who walked past me; I heard some saying hello to me, but they sounded so distant, and I felt so hollow.

This feeling was unfamiliar and strange to me. Is this what having a mate was like?

Feeling this overwhelming sense of dread whenever I wasn’t around him?

Why couldn’t he just reject me already?

“Do you honestly want him to reject you?” Val purred within me.

“Kind of,” I answered honestly. “Enzo could never love me… it’s foolish to think otherwise.”

“Why do you think so little of him?”

“I don’t think little of him. I respect him very much actually,” I answered. “But the truth of the matter is, he doesn’t want a mate. He certainly wouldn’t want a Volana as a mate. You saw his face when he found out the truth…”

“Aren’t you a little bit curious about him?”

“Of course, I am,” I said in return. “But we are after different things in life. We are very different and that was clear to see. Besides, he’s, my professor. What kind of relationship could we really have?”

“Wouldn’t the board understand that he is your mate?”

I went to answer, but a new voice cut through my thoughts.

“Oh, hello, Layla.”

I turned to see Miss Grace standing at the doorway of her classroom. My art professor and my assigned guidance counselor.

“Hello, Miss Grace,” I say with a kind smile.

“Don’t forget that this semester’s big project is due in a few days. A painting of your inspiration or role model. I can’t wait to see the work you have done.”

I have been working for the last couple of weeks on a family portrait. It’s kept in my dorm room under a silk blanket and ready for viewing. I couldn’t wait for her to see it as well; it counts for half of my grade for this semester.

“You’re going to love it,” I tell her.

I pause before walking away.

“Miss Grace, as my guidance counselor, could you grant me permission to take the next couple of days off from my courses?” I asked, raising my eyes to meet hers.

She frowned for a moment, thinking about my request.

“I could, yes,” she answered with some hesitation. “But why would you want me to do that?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

“There has been an emergency at home that I need to tend to. My family said it was fine if I couldn’t get the time off. But I wanted to ask anyways. I’ll be back before the due date of the project.”

She thought about it for a moment longer before nodding.

“Have one of your peers collect your homework for you in your absence so do you don’t fall behind. Swing by my office later and I’ll get you that permission slip.”

“Thank you,” I say to her before passing her in the halls.

I hated lying to her, but I needed to find out what was going on with Enzo before I completely lost my mind. There was no way I would be able to concentrate on my lessons without knowing the truth.

I had to go to the Calypso pack and find him.

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Enzo’s POV

“You haven’t left my side in over 24 hours, darling,” my mother said, peering up at me from her hospital bed. “You look exhausted. You should go home and get some rest.”

“I’m fine,” I told her, shaking my head. “Not until you are back on your feet.”

“That could take a while; I don’t heal as quickly anymore. Besides, I’m already feeling stronger than I did yesterday,” she assured me. “Don’t you have a job to do? You’re not just an Alpha, you’re also a professor.”

“I asked a friend to take care of the class for me until I return,” I explained.

This was true; I called Connie, a friend of mine, yesterday and asked if she could substitute for me. As long as the class is being taught, it’s not like anyone would notice my absence.

“Are sure nobody would notice your absence?” Max teased. “You can’t think of one person who would care. Perhaps someone you ditched the day prior without saying a word too?”

Per usual, I chose to ignore my wolf.

I wasn’t going to think about Layla right now. I couldn’t.

“What is it?” My mother asked, raising her brows at my expression. She always knew how to read me well. “Something is bothering you.” That wasn’t a question.

“I’m fine,” I assured her, kissing her gently on the forehead. “I just wish you would let me protect you and come home with me to my pack. I can keep you safe.”

“I can’t just abandon the others, Enzo,” she breathed. “They need me, and I need them. They are my family too.”

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