Lilaâs POV
âLila, what happened?â Becca asked as soon as I ran into the dorm room.
My heart was racing, and I was on the verge of tears; I couldnât believe what just happened.
âI think I messed up,â I said as I took a deep breath, trying to steady my rapid heartbeat.
âMessed up how exactly?â Becca asked, standing to her feet like she was going to rush over to me, but
she kept her ground and just stared at me.
âAlpha Jonathan caught Enzo and me in the arena,â I said, biting onto my bottom lip once I got the
sentence out.
Becca gasped loudly.
âWere you doing it?â She asked.
âWhat? No! Of course, not,â I said a little too quickly, feeling my face growing hot as she raised her
brows.
âKissing?â
âNoâ¦â I said, staring down at my hands. âWe were just talking, and he went to touch my face when
Alpha Jonathan cleared his throat.â
âLila, you were practically doing nothing for him to catch. What were you talking about?â
I opened my mouth to answer her, but I had a nasty gut feeling to keep this information to myself. Jazzy
escaping from Enzoâs dungeon was a really bad thing and it could be dangerous for anyone who gets
involved. The less Becca knows the better.
âWe were talking about an assignment,â I lied. I hated lying; I wasnât even good at it. But in this case,
she didnât have a reason to suspect that I was lying so she just smiled and walked over to me.
âYouâre going to be fine,â she said in a calm tone. âIâm sure Professor Enzo will take care of it.â
She wrapped me in a tight hug.
I felt a bit calmer; despite what we were talking about, we werenât doing anything wrong. She was right
when she said Enzo would have it handled. I just had to trust him.
âDonât you have Math class around now? Itâs almost 1,â Becca said, glancing at the clock that sat on
the table next to the couch.
I shook my head.
âShe canceled class today for personal reasons,â I answered. My next class isnât
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until 2. Werewolf History. But I do need to go to Headmaster Prescottâs office to speak with her about
something.â
âI have to finish studying for my science exam,â Becca said as she went back to the couch. I noticed
the coffee table was covered in math books and notebooks.
âGood luck,â I said, waving at her as I turned to leave the room.
As I walked across campus to the board membersâ building, I tried to brush the thought of Alpha
Jonathan out of my mind. However, that was proving to be quite difficult. As soon as I got to the top
floor of the building, I froze when I saw Sarah sitting in one of the seats outside the headmasterâs
office.
She didnât look pleased, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach at the very sight of her. I couldnât
believe someone as hateful and cruel as Sarah was mates with someone as gentle and sweet as
Brody.
I shuddered at the very thought.
I could have ignored her as I walked by, but that wasnât something Iâd do.
âWhat are you doing here?â I asked as I approached the office door.
âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â She shot back, her eyes turning into small slits as she glared at me.
âAre you waiting to see Headmaster Prescott? Is she busy?â
âSheâs too busy for me. But Iâm sure sheâll welcome you with open arms,â she said bitterly.
My face warmed at her remark.
âSarah, you know I donât favor my students,â I heard the voice of Tiffany Prescott coming from her office
door. I looked up to see her leaning against the door frame and glaring at Sarah. âYouâre staying right
there until your father is here per his request.â
âWhatever,â she muttered, staring down at her phone and not giving us a second look.
Headmaster Prescott rolled her eyes and glanced at me.
âYou can come in, Lila,â she said, stepping aside for me to enter her office.
I smiled my thanks to her and walked into her office.
âWhat can I do for you?â She asked as she shut the door.
I sat in one of the seats in front of her desk as she walked around her desk and sat in her chair. She
peered at me with such kind eyes I instantly felt my body relaxing.
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âI wanted to talk to you about that new student, Kayla,â I said; her brows rose. âSheâs a sweet girl; she
transferred from Emerson. 4.0 GPA at her old school; I heard nothing but good things from her former
instructors. Is everything okay?â âYes, I met her earlier today and sheâs very nice. Iâm going to help her
get caught
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up in classes. Transferring in the middle of the school year is a little overwhelming for her and sheâs
already behind,â I explained.
Headmaster Prescott gave me a fond smile.
âI think thatâs a wonderful idea,â she agreed. âIs that what you came here to tell me?â
âNo; actually, I came here to say that I think itâs unfair that she must live off campus. Sheâd be able to
get the best schoolwork done if she were here full-time. Sheâs already behind and she needs every
advantage she can get.â
Headmaster Prescott leaned back in her seat and took me in with her eyes. I couldnât read the
expression on her face, but she was quiet for a long moment. âYou know sheâs a fairy, right?â She
finally asked, keeping her tone even. âSince when does a student species matter?â I asked, furrowing
my brows together. âItâs the 21(st) century, Headmaster. If we can welcome vampires, bears, and even
some witches, we can welcome fairies as well.â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean, Lila,â she said, sighing. âIâve tried to get her a room but unfortunately
no student wants to room with her.â
âThen make them-
âI canât force them to room with someone they donât want to room with; especially when they were there
first,â she said, stopping my words. She didnât raise her voice, but her tone was powerful enough to
silence me.
âItâs just not fair,â I murmured, staring down at my hands.
âI know you want to help, and you are. By tutoring her and catching her up on her assignments, you are
helping her a lot. She still has access to everything a regular student has access to. The only difference
is she wonât be sleeping here. It wonât affect her work if she doesnât let it.â
I opened my mouth to say more, but the office door swung open and a dark and familiar sense washed
over me. Telling from how tense Headmaster Prescott just got, I knew exactly who was standing behind
me.
âSorry, I didnât realize you were having a student meeting,â Alpha Jonathan said. from behind me.
I turned slightly and peered up at him; his eyes flashed with recognition as he glared at me.
âOh, hello, Lila,â he said with such a fake kindness I had to stifle an eye roll.
âHello, Alpha,â I said to him, proud that my voice came out stronger than I felt. I turned back to
Headmaster Prescott and forced a smile. âIâll leave so you can talk.â âActually, you can stay, Lila,â Alpha
Jonathan surprised me by saying. âIâm glad you are here; this concerns you as well.â
My heart fell deep into my stomach. He was going to tell the headmaster about what he saw in the
arena. I knew it.
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It took everything I had not to jump up and run from the room.
âGo on,â Headmaster Prescott urged.
Alpha Jonathan stepped further into the room, keeping the door open, probably so Sarah could listen
as well. I felt my face getting warmer with each passing second.
âI wanted to speak to you about this mural that is being created under my nose without my consent,â he
said through his teeth and as soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself sighing in relief.
But then his words registered, and I tensed again. Was he going to forbid the mural from happening?
We were already collecting photos from students; they were going to be so disappointed.
âWeâve been meaning to speak about it with
you-
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âWhen? After itâs already been created?â Jonathan asked, raising his brows. I had never seen Tiffany
Prescott look so small as she does at this very moment. I felt bad she was getting in trouble because of
an idea that I had.
âMy board members were supposed to send an emailââ
âThey didnât,â he said sharply, cutting her off. âI had to find out from a student.â âIâm so sorry, Alphaâ¦â
âIf it were to be run by me, Iâd express my concerns about having my campus graffitied.â
âItâs not graffiti,â I found myself saying quickly. âItâs a mural for students. Itâll give the campus more life
and color.â
âItâs a school; it doesnât need life or color,â he said through his teeth.
âItâs a school that most of us live in,â I said in return, narrowing my eyes at him. âThe students are
lacking in motivation and 60% of it is because of the
environment they work in.â
âAnd graffiti is going to change that?â He asked, raising his brows.
âItâll help,â I said, not bothering him to correct him again. âThe colors will make it livelier, and the
students will feel seen.â
âAlpha, the mural is going to be a bunch of pictures that the students submit to the art department that
will-
âIâm aware of what this project is, Miss Prescott. No thanks to you and the board that I pay,â Alpha
Jonathan sneered, making her flinch and silence. He then turned to me, narrowing his eyes at me. âIâll
tell you what. You win this election, and you can continue with this project. If my daughter wins then this
project is being thrown out. Until then, itâs on hold. End of story.â