Chapter 57 – Falling for the Alpha As a Student Novel

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I nodded, standing to my feet as well.

What was that?

Did I just imagine that?

…

Enzo’s POV

Her body was vulnerable to me, and I could have had her if I wanted her. She wore a tight tank top and leggings that shaped her body perfectly.

Pressing myself into her backend caused me to be hard and I wonder if she could feel it.

I wanted to have my way with her, but we were in the middle of class.

“What the hell was that?” Connie asked as soon as class ended, and we were alone. “You were nearly having sex in front of everybody.”

“It wasn’t like that,” I said in return as I packed up my belongings. “I was teaching her—”

“How to have sex?”

“Stop that,” I said, shaking my head in disgust. “You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“I have eyes Enzo. Are you fucking her?”

“Don’t be stupid, Connie,” I muttered. “She’s my student.”

“Exactly,” she said in return. “You could get into so much trouble if the board found out that you are—”

“The board isn’t going to find out anything because nothing is happening. I give you my word. I’m not having sex with any of my students. You should know me better than that.”

“I thought I did…” she said, taking a step away. “But after seeing that… I’m not sure what to think.”

She turned away and left before I could say anything more.

I shook my head; there was nothing going on with Layla and me. There couldn’t be.

But still, Connie was right. I nearly took Layla’s clothing off.

What had come over me? And why?

   “I can tell you why…” Max said, teasingly. “You’re attracted to our mate.”

Layla’s POV

“Why are you spending the weekend at the Calypso pack?” Rachel asked from across our dorm as she watched me pack some of my belongings into my weekend bag.

“I told some of the children that I would help them with their combat,” I explained to her.

“And Professor Enzo is okay with that?” She asked, raising her brows.

“It took a little convincing. But eventually, he came around,” I told her.

This much was true.

Enzo was against it at first, but I asked him again the other day if I could go to his pack and train some of the local children and he finally agreed.

Rachel looked questionably at me for a few moments before shrugging and plopping down on her bed.

“Well, I’ll be here. Being bored out of my mind,” she said, grabbing one of her old magazines to flip through.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” I chuckled. “I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

I gave her a quick hug before leaving.

…

“I’m so happy that you are here!” Dee said as soon as I walked into the packhouse.

She greeted with me wide open arms and I couldn’t help but laugh as she wrapped me in her tight embrace.

“You have been missed, Layla dear,” she breathed. “Have you eaten? I can make you something delicious.”

“I ate not long ago,” I told her. “Thank you though.”

“Enzo is in his office if you want to say hi,” she said, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

My face warmed and I shook my head.

“I don’t think he wants to see me,” I told her. “It’s okay though. I’d rather just get to one of the guest rooms and get some rest.”

“Of course,” she breathed, running the palm of her hand down my narrow features. “I’ll bring you up some tea in a little bit.”

“Thank you,” I said, hugging her again.

I turned to walk up the stairs, but just as I was about to take that first step, I saw someone at the top of the stairs.

My heart fell deep into my stomach at the sight of her. A smile plays on her lips as she folds her arms across her chest.

“Well, isn’t it funny to see you here,” Bethany said coolly. “I must say, I’m a little surprised. Does your professor know you’ve followed him to his home?”

“He knows I’m here,” I told her, trying to keep my voice even. “I’m training some of the local children tomorrow on combat.”

“Combat?” Bethany said, raising her brows. “You?”

She scanned my body briefly before meeting my eyes.

“Yes,” I answered as I began walking up the stairs. “I’m actually quite good,” I added.

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” she nearly laughed.

I wasn’t going to entertain her with any more than that, so I walked past her and toward my room. I wondered what she was doing here but it wasn’t something I wanted to find out right now.

My heart remained heavy in my chest, and I kept my eyes on the ground as I walked.

“Oh, hello, Layla,” Laura, one of the pack workers, said as I walked by.

“Hello, Laura,” I said in return. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Layla?” I heard Bethany say from behind me. She sounded shocked for a moment but then came to a realization. “So, it’s true… you’re the same Layla after all.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked. “We’ve met before,” I reminded her.”

“Yes… but I didn’t know you were that Layla.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Well… anyways. I’ll be staying here for a little while. I hope you don’t mind,” she said coolly, flipping her long hair behind her shoulder.

“Why would I mind? It’s not my packhouse,” I told her, trying not to sound bothered.

“Right, but I’ve heard you are here often and well… as you know… Enzo and I are kind of making things happen between us. He invited me to stay with him until the next unforeseen fortune. I was quite shocked by that.”

My heart fell into my stomach at her words and this time, I was sure she could tell I was in pain.

“I see,” I managed to say. “It’s nice here… I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will too. I’ll especially enjoy Enzo.”

I didn’t say anything in response to that, I turned away and went to the guest bedroom.

…

Later in the evening, after successfully avoiding Enzo and Bethany, I went into the kitchen to find Dee preparing the packhouse dinner.

She smiled when she saw me entering because she knew I wanted to help her.

“Where are we?” I asked as I washed my hands.

“I’m really glad you’re here, Layla,” she breathed fondly. “You can cut those vegetables. I’m making stir-fry.”

“Sounds delicious,” I told her. “My mother always puts a little sugar in it for sweetness.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Then we shall put sugar in it,” she said happily.

I chuckled at her eagerness.

“How have things been at school? How was the dance? The bake sale was so fun. We’ll have to do that again soon.”

“Everything is great. Thank you again for helping me with the bake sale. I couldn’t have done that without your help.”

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