MY PROFESSOR IS MY ALPHA MATE - Season 3 Episode 92

Lila’s POV

“Good evening, students. This is Alpha Jonathan. I know you’re not used to hearing me on the

intercom, but Headmaster Prescott is a little busy right now. Unfortunately, with new facts and evidence

we are reopening the murder cases and I’m enforcing another lockdown until further notice. But the

good news you will not be missing out on any classes. I have purchased enough laptops for every

student at this school and starting Wednesday you will be doing online courses until this lockdown is

over. We are hoping by next week you will be back to in-person classes. Only authorized officials will

be allowed to roam the campus and if any students for whatever reason need to leave their dormitories,

I ask that the dorm advisors make sure that a ga mma warrior accompanies them. As we know more

information, we will update you. Until then, I thank you for your understanding and apologize for any

inconvenience.”

As Alpha Jonathan’s voice faded away, leaving the cr ackling of the speakers, the entire campus had

fallen silent. Rachel and I still stood outside staring up at the sky as if the voice came from the heavens

above.

I knew this lockdown was approaching, but it didn’t make this announcement any less hard to hear.

“Get to your dorms,” I heard the gruff sounds of a ga mma warrior saying as he walked outside of the

student lounge. “Nobody should be outside right now. You heard the Alpha. Let’s go.”

He motioned for us to go with him to the dorms.

I glanced at Rachel who looked pale but neither of us argued with the warrior. We went directly to the

dorm and once we got into the living quarters of our section, a bunch of other girls were scrambling

around in a panic.

Some were curled up on the couch and crying.

Eileen Carter was trying her best to calm everyone down, but to no prevail.

She looked stressed too.

I walked over to her, leaving Rachel’s side.

“Can I help?” I asked, peering at Miss Carter with a compassionate gaze.

She sighed and nodded.

“I just need them to relax,” she said, sounding just as exhausted as she looked.

I nodded in understanding and closed my eyes. I wasn’t used to this ability yet; I hadn’t practiced with it

often. But I knew I could manipulate their minds and spread my own aura to those around me. I’ve

never tried to do this at the same time though.

I imagined each student in this dormitory to calm down and relax. I imagined that they stopped crying and felt at ease. My bright aura shined even brighter and expanded from my body to touch each of

them.

Without opening my eyes, I knew it was working. Their crying seemed to have lessened, and I heard

some sighing in relief as their bodies relaxed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that they were looking a lot more at case, though they still had worry in

their eyes and they appeared to be pale.

I looked at Miss Carter who seemed surprised but then she looked at me incredibly pleased.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

I nodded, giving her a faint smile.

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I looked at Rachel who stood frozen, she still looked incredibly pale, and it didn’t seem my abilities had

worked on her. She was very tense, and her body trembled slightly. I furrowed my brows at her;

something was seriously off with her.

Enzo was right.

She wasn’t acting like herself, and I needed to be wary of her. This pained me to think because Rachel

had been my best friend from my very first day at this school.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I walked toward her.

She blinked a few times as if she was in some kind of trance and then she nodded, forcing a smile.

“Yes,” she answered. “I’m going to get some rest.”

On that note, she turned and ran up the stairs and toward our dorm room.

Third Person POV

“You were careless when you chose to murder at my school,” Alpha Jonathan growled; his ember eyes.

glowing as his wolf fought to take control.

He stalked toward Jazzy and Zagreus who stood near the cage that would soon trap that Volana wolf.

“We took care of it,” Jazzy said, folding her arms across her chest. “That nobody boy took the fall

thanks to my love.”

She gave Zagreus a pointed look who only grinned in return.

“Yeah, well it wasn’t good enough,” he growled. “They are reopening the investigation because they

refuse to believe he did it.”

That got Jazzy’s attention: she straightened her stance as she stared at the Alpha.

“What are you talking about? He confessed,” she said through her teeth. “Why would they reopen

this?”

“Because you chose to frame a boy that was once close to Lila,” Jonathan said through his teeth. “She

knows him well and knows he isn’t capable of murder. Not to mention his father is an Alpha and refuses

to believe it as well. I’m forced to investigate this murder and put the students on another lockdown

until we have answers.”

“Then frame another student,” she said, feeling a wave of fury flashing through her.

“I’m not going down for this Jasmine,” he said in return, a low and angry growl emerging from his

throat.

“Fine,” she muttered turning to walk toward her dark purple glowing orb that sat on a pedestal she set

up for it.

She ran her fingers over the orb to make it glow even brighter as Zagreus and the Alpha watched in

pure fascination. This never got old for her either.

“Tell me, girl. What is going on at the school, right now,” she spoke in a nearly unrecognizable tone.

There was a beat of silence, and then the small and frightened voice of Rachel, Jazzy’s recent vessel

who has been taken over by Zagreus’s darkness, sounded from the purple orb.

“T…they are investigating the murders….” she whispered, and Jazzy could tell the girl had been crying.

“What is that sign of weakness I’m getting from you?” Jazzy asked, obvious annoyance in her tone.

“I’m frightened….” She whispered. “They were going to find out it was me…. why did you make me do

that?”

Jazzy rolled her eyes.

“Because if you didn’t, the darkness inside of you would have needed to feed off you,” Jazzy told her

for the hundredth time. “It needs the sacrifice to survive. If it killed you, then it would have needed to

find a new vessel. You either eat or be eaten.”

“What am I going to do?” Rachel whimpered. “I’m so scared….”

“You are going to trust me, for starters,” Jazzy said, glancing over her shoulder at the very curious

Alpha before turning back to the orb. And I’m going to need you to do me another favor.”

Tears flooded Rachel’s face as she stood outside the vampire den. It was technically the dormitory that

the vampires lived in because it was a vast space with limited windows to keep the sunlight out. But the

students around the school, including the vampires, call it the vampire den.

It was a small attachment to the dormitory building, so Rachel didn’t need to go outside to access the

entrance. But it did take her quite a bit to be able to sneak over to his section of the dormitory

undetected.

Her entire body shook as she held the dagger that darkness had formatted and provided for her. It was

a silver dagger with dark swirls like waves going across the blade. It wasn’t a dagger she had ever

seen before, and she wondered where the darkness had got it from.

She raised her hand to knock on the door knowing that the dorm advisor would be the one to answer.

The dorm advisors for both the boys’ and girls’ sections were both vampires.

Rachel stood outside the boy’s dormitory, and she knew the boy’s advisor’s name was Rodrick, or as

most refer to him, Rod.

Rod was the only hybrid at this school who was both a vampire and a werewolf. His mother was a

werewolf, and his father was a vampire, hence forming a hybrid son. Rod mainly followed the vampire

schedule and became one of the youngest dorm advisors and professors. He was only 18 when he first

became the dorm advisor, which was odd because he was the age of most of the students.

Though students were able to attend this school as early as 17, Rod was always gifted growing up and

attended this school at the age of 15.

Rachel only met him a couple of times when she was 17, last year, because he mainly kept to himself

with- the other vampires, despite also having werewolf genes. He became the bloodlust professor once

he reached age 19.

She hasn’t seen him at all this new semester though.

Skylar speaks of him often during their student committee meetings; she finds him incredibly attractive

as does most of his female students.

Rod was kind to her when they met last year and knowing what Rachel was about to do was destroying

the bear inside of her. But she had no choice; she felt the claws of darkness digging into her brain and

forcing her to do its bidding.

She had to fulfill her orders.

She rose her first and knocked on the door; her entire body trembled as she waited for the door to

open. The wait felt like it lasted forever, but then she heard movement.

The smell of pine and vanilla filled her nose making her entire body freeze. The scent was glorious and

made her entire heart s kip a beat. This was a feeling that didn’t come familiar to her, but she was

eager to find out what it meant.

She felt the excitement bubbling inside of her, making her bear come alive and alert. Bears don’t often

speak to their humans like wolves do, but they could during high-intensity moments or whenever bears.

were shifted into their full form.

The k nob of the door began to turn, and Rachel stared with fascination as the door was pulled open

and Rod stood in front of her. His eyes were dark with a golden tint but he stared back at him with

shock and curiosity.

His voice came out low and shook Rachel to the core.

“Mate…” he whispered, staring directly at her.

“Mate…” Rachel’s bear whispered, leaving Rachel’s lips as she stared up at him.

But then the darkness gripped her brain even harder, fading Rachel out of the moment as she captured

his eyes and placed him in a dark trance.

She spoke in a firm voice, watching as his eyes darkened along with hers.

“It was you that murdered those people and framed Scott,” she said to him, placing the thoughts in his

mind. He stood frozen, taking in the information. “And now you are trying to murder me…” She

continued, handing him the dagger. “Stab me.”