Lila’s POV I woke up early the next morning so I could sneak back into my dorm room and change my clothing. I also wanted to shower before my first class. But when I got back into my room, Rachel was sitting cross-legged on the couch and watching reruns of Friends. She frowned at me as I entered,
I was a terrible friend to her, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep the tears from surfacing in my eyes. “How is she doing?” Rachel asked, and now her voice was a lot softer and filled with compassion. “She’s okay…” I lied; I still continue to lie even after how guilty I feel. What w
Lila’s POV It felt like we were staring at one another for what felt like an eternity. I wasn’t really sure what more to say, so I just stared down at my hands and tugged at my fingers nervously. “Mates?” Rachel was the first to speak. I looked up at them and saw that Becca stood frozen, her face
Also, if the board found out that we knew we had been mates since my birthday last year, then Enzo’s reputation would be ruined and everything he worked so hard for would be destroyed. Our relationship had to remain a secret until after I graduated and I’m no longer a student. “Yes,” I finally ans
Lila’s POV “Sarah, what happened? Are you okay?” I asked, wrapping an arm around her to steady her. “Get off me,” she muttered, trying to shove me away, but I was too strong, and she couldn’t make me budge. “Tell me what happened,” I said firmly. “It doesn’t matter,” she muttered. “But my father
I had to pretend he was just my professor. I’m sure it was difficult for him as well considering his wolf was very active. I still couldn’t shift into my wolf, so we mainly stuck with the combat portion of the class. He was a lot gentler toward me than Xander was and part of me felt a bit angered
Lila’s POV “You should be practicing your own speech,” Alpha Jonathan said through his teeth as he stared down at his daughter. “Instead of harassing the very students you are supposed to be representing.” Sarah had gone completely pale and the rest of us wouldn’t dare speak. I don’t think any of
“Because I believe we can help each other,” he said, leaning back in his seat and gazing up at her. She was a pretty little thing with dark swirls of curly hair and emerald eyes. Her cherry red and full lips were pursed like she was kissing something, but her neatly timed eyebrows were furrowed tog