Filed To Story: Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel
“I found this in my room earlier,”
I told him, handing him the note.
He now looked worried.
“What is it?”
He asked, unfolding the note.
“It was from Alpha Jonathan…”
I told him. “He’s inviting me to a banquet in my honor on Saturday.”
He furrowed his brows together.
“I was just with him in Prescott’s office; he didn’t mention this at all,”
Enzo said as he read the note. “You said you found it in your room?”
“Yeah,”
I told him. “He had my dorm advisor, Eilleen Carter, put the note on my bed.”
“That’s weird,”
he said, meeting my eyes.
“That’s not the weirdest part though,”
I said, folding my arms across my chest. “Miss Carter doesn’t remember anything that happened this morning. She lost time, Enzo.”
“She lost time?”
“That’s what she’s saying,”
I explained. “The only thing she remembers from this morning was being given this letter and being told to place it on my bed.”
Lila’s POV
“Do you think she could have been possessed?”
I asked, worried.
Enzo looked at me for a short while before taking another look at the letter. I could see the worry and stress in his eyes, and it took everything I had not to reach out to him and wrap my arms around him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the arena doors opened making me take a lengthy step away from my mate. When I looked at the doorway, I was relieved to see my father standing there.
I sighed.
“Dad…”
I said, running toward him.
He held his arms out for me, and I flew into them. If I couldn’t hug my mate, at least I could hug my father. I felt like I needed a hug after everything that’s been happening. I felt so defeated and confused.
I wasn’t sure who I could trust but I knew one thing for sure, I could always trust my father.
“Hey, Lila Bean,”
he said, patting down my dark curls.
“Is there any news?”
I asked, peering up at him.
“Headmaster Prescott is updating all the student information as we speak. Once we get accurate reports on all students and their abilities, we will be able to go through them,”
he answered. “We might need your help though because you know them better than we do.”
I nodded.
“I’ll do what I can to help,”
I told him. “It’s hard to believe that a student at this school is capable of murder.”
“This school is made up of beings with great power,”
Enzo muttered from behind us. “It doesn’t surprise me at all.”
“We don’t know what happened,”
my father said firmly.
He was right; it could have been darkness. But I didn’t want to say those words out loud; if I said them out loud, it would make it real.
The door of the arena opened again, and Alpha Jonathan walked inside.
“I had to follow the stench of Bastien, what are you doing in the arena—?”
He began to ask but then his eyes landed on me. “Oh, hello, Lila. What are you doing in the arena?”
“I came looking for my professor,”
I told him, glancing at Enzo. “I wanted to show him a move I’ve been working on.”
“I’m enforcing another lockdown for this school until we know for certain who the murderer is,”
Alpha Jonathan stated. “I’ll be making an announcement in a few minutes. But I came to find Alpha Bastien first.”
My stomach clenched.
Another lockdown?
We’ve already missed so much school from the last lockdown.
“Oh, but first; Lila, did you get my letter?”
Alpha Jonathan asked, eyeing me carefully.
My entire body stiffened; Enzo still had the letter. I glanced at him briefly and then looked at Jonathan who directed his narrowed eyes at me.
“Letter?”
My father asked, raising his brows as he looked between the two of us. “What letter?”
“Yes, I received it, Alpha,”
I told him. “I appreciate the invite, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”
His jaw clenched as he looked at me for a moment longer and then he looked at my father.
“I’m having a banquet on Saturday to honor Lila’s victory during the election. Of course, her friends and family are also invited,”
Alpha Jonathan explained.
“That’s kind of you,”
my father said to him, nodding his head before looking at me. “Why are you declining such an invite? This banquet is to honor you. It’s polite to accept the invitation.”
“Because we don’t trust him,”
Val growled from inside me. I knew she was struggling to keep herself under control; I appreciated her attempt though.
I wanted to open my mouth to come up with some kind of excuse, but my father continued.
“What plans do you have for Saturday?”
He asked, folding his arms across his chest.
I sighed.
“I guess I don’t have any plans,”
I admitted; I couldn’t lie to my father.
He’d be able to see right through me.
“Then it’s settled; we’ll be happy to attend the banquet, Alpha Jonathan. Thank you for the invitation,”