Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
“They aren’t going to let you in if you approach them with aggression,”
I scolded.
“I need to see my son,”
he muttered, pulling open the doors and storming inside the waiting room.
The dispatcher looked up from his computer and instantly rolled his eyes upon seeing Alpha Emmet stalking toward him.
“Alpha—”
“Let me in to see my son,”
Emmet said through his teeth.
“You know I can’t do that,”
the dispatcher said, sighing and shaking his head. “I’m sorry, but—”
“Sorry isn’t good enough,”
Emmet growled. “I need to see him. It’s right to keep a father from seeing his child.”
I stepped beside Emmet, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him. When Emmet relaxed slightly, I looked at the dispatcher who met my eyes.
“Look, he’s right. This is his son; he deserves to be able to talk to him,”
I said calmly.
The dispatcher’s face softened.
“It’s not up to me, Alpha Enzo,”
he said, glancing at Emmet. “It’s Alpha Jonathan’s orders.”
I nodded in understanding.
“I will get a hold of him then. Thank you. I know you are just doing your job,”
I said simply.
The dispatcher relaxed in his seat and gave me a tired smile with a head nod.
Emmet was murmuring some profanities under his breath as he turned away to sit down. I pulled my cell phone out and called Alpha Jonathan right away.
He answered on the 4(th) ring.
“Alpha Enzo; what honor do I have for this phone call?”
“I need a favor and only you can do this,”
I said firmly, stepping out of earshot so Emmet wouldn’t listen, but I knew he still would.
“And what favor would that be?”
Jonathan asked with curiosity in his tone.“You’ll let Alpha Emmet see his son,”
I said simply.
There was a moment of pause on the other end.
“And why would I do that?”
Jonathan asked, sounding annoyed by my request.
“Because it’s his son, Alpha,”
I said in return. “He has a right to speak to his son.”
“His son is a murderer,”
Alpha Jonathan said through his teeth; I could feel his growing anger from through the phone.
“Even so, that’s still his son,”
I said in return. “How would you feel if it were your daughter?”
“It’s not my daughter—”
“But if it was and you weren’t able to see her,”
I said, cutting off his words. “You wouldn’t like that very much, would you?”
He was quiet for a moment.
“No, I wouldn’t,”
he said in return. “Bastien seems to think that the boy is innocent and delayed his transport to the prison. You wouldn’t happen to know what that’s about, would you?”
“We think he was manipulated into confessing,”
I explained.
“What are you getting at?”
Jonathan seethed and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
“We don’t think it was your daughter, so calm down,”
I said to him.
“Then, who do you think it is? Her ability is rare and nobody at that school has it.”
“We don’t know that for sure; we are investigating,”
I told him.
“Not without me you aren’t. It’s my school; I need to be a part of any investigations,”
he growled.
“Bastien is in charge of the committee which means he’s the one in charge of this investigation. But seeing it is your school I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you helped him. He’ll be at the school later today. You can meet him there; Emmet and I will be joining him as well.”
“Do we need my officers and warriors?”
Jonathan asked.
“No, not yet,”
I answered. “For right now it’s just going to be us. But that’s not why I’m calling you, Alpha. I need your permission to allow Alpha Emmet in to see his son. The dispatcher refuses to let him pass. It’s his son; he deserves the chance to speak to him.”
There was silence on the other end; the silence became so loud that I thought that he hung up for a moment. But then he spoke in a low and seemingly annoyed tone.
“Put the dispatcher on the phone.”
I sighed, relieved, as I went to the dispatcher. He sat on his desk behind an unbreakable class, peering up at me with a curious look.
“He wants to speak with you,”
I said; he looked surprised, but he nodded and opened the metal box for me to place my phone inside.
Once he had my phone, he began talking to Alpha Jonathan. Or more that Alpha Jonathan was talking to him, and the dispatcher made a bunch of agreeing sounds.
Then the dispatcher finally said, “Okay, sounds good.”
He hung up the phone and placed it back in the metal box so I could take it back.
“He has 10 minutes to speak to his son,”
the dispatcher said to me.
Emmet quickly stood to his feet, his face appearing shocked.
I gave him a nod and he gave me a relieved and faint smile.
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Lila’s POV