My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Lila’s POV

My alarm went off at 7 a.m. on the dot. I almost took it and threw it across the room, but I knew today

was a very important day and I needed to be up early to prepare for it.

I certainly wasn’t prepared already despite Rachel and Becca hassling me about it.

“Wake up, sleepy head!” I heard Rachel say as she swung my bedroom door open and went to open

the

curtains, allowing the bright rays of the sun to enter the dimly lit room. “We have a lot to do before the

elections this afternoon and we can’t waste any more time!”

I slid out of bed and went with her to the living room where Becca sat curled up on the couch. She had

a notebook and a pen on her lap, and she stared up at me eagerly.

Alex, who spent the night on the couch, sat on the island stool near the kitchen area, watching us like

he

had better things to do with his time.

“We have to start thinking about your speech now. We literally have no more time,” Becca said as I sat

beside her, and Rachel sat on the other side of her.

“I’ve just been so busy with other things, the speech didn’t seem to matter much,” I said with a shrug,

and I wasn’t sorry.

I’ve been busy with fundraisers, tutoring, and event/project planning. I barely had any time to think

about my speech. I did this all for the school and I wasn’t going to be made to feel sorry for that.

“Okay, so what kind of things should I talk about for this election?” I asked, staring at the blank

notebook.

“Well, we know Sarah is going to pretty much buy her way through this. Her speech is going to be

about all the things she can buy for the school. She’s going to flaunt her daddy’s money in everyone’s

faces and they are going to feed into it. So, you need to talk about something that money can’t buy,”

Rachel explained.

“Lila cares so much about this school and the little activities she does to make it better is proof of that,”

Becca said in return. “Everyone already knows that.”

“That won’t be a match for the shit Sarah buys them,” Rachel murmurs. “You said something about a

back-to-school dance. How’s that going?”

“We haven’t really done any planning for it yet,” I admitted; it was something I wanted to do, but I

haven’t really had a lot of time since returning to school and dealing with the whole Xander thing, which

they still had no idea about.

“Then maybe you can talk about that,” Becca said, writing it down in the notebook. “You can talk about

all the great things you envision for this school, including the mural.”

Ê Categories Search…

¨ : ©

“A mural that might not happen if I don’t win,” I muttered, leaning back on the couch.

“I thought it was already approved?” Becca asked.

“I thought so too, but apparently it wasn’t run by Alpha Jonathan first and he doesn’t want the mural.

But he said if I win then we can do the mural,” I explained.

Both Becca and Rachel groaned miserably.

“Of course, he said that,” Rachel muttered. “What other things did you want to do for the school?”

“Well, I was thinking about starting a school community service program,” I said, looking between the

both of them.

That was something I hadn’t told them yet, but it was on my mind.

“That’s a great idea,” Becca said as she wrote that out.

“You’ve been tutoring a lot; how about we start a tutoring program too? I mean, you can’t tutor

everyone,” Rachel said with a shrug.

I liked that idea as well and I nodded in response as Becca wrote that down as well.

We went through a few more ideas and after a couple of hours of writing out a semi-decent speech, we

were running even shorter on time, and I needed to get dressed.

Rachel insisted on giving me a makeover; while she rummaged through all our clothes to find

something for me to wear, I went to take a shower.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous about this election. Maybe I haven’t focused too much

on it because I didn’t really want to think about it. Everything could change after today. If I lose, I give

control over Sarah and her father. Not that Alpha Jonathan doesn’t already have control, but now his

daughter will have it as well.

I allowed the hot water to relax my body as I closed my eyes and took in the sweet scent of the soapy

steam that filled the bathroom. I let the water run through my hair and massage my scalp.

Lathering my body in soap, I rehearsed my speech mentally. I thought about all the points I was going

to make and how I was going to persuade everyone to vote for me.

Once I was done in the shower, I stepped out of the tub and wrapped my body in a warm towel. I stared

at myself in the mirror with a frown; I looked tired and worn out. My hair lay soaked across my

shoulders and down my back and my face was a bit paler than usual.

It was probably because of the wolfsbane that was still in my system.

I sighed and brushed my teeth. Once I was finished, I left the bathroom only to be met by Rachel who

stood in the living room holding up a cute pink blouse and a black skirt that looked like it would rest

right above my knees.

“I found an outfit for you,” she said excitedly.

I chuckled and took the outfit from her and went into my room to get dressed. It wasn’t my clothes, so,

I’m assuming it was either Rachel’s or Becca’s. But they fit me perfectly; the blouse rested just above

my

belly button and pushed my breasts up to make them appear a little bigger. But I was tasteful at the

same time; the V-neck of the blouse showed off my cleavage, but it also made the necklace that

dangled against my chest more evident. It was a long-sleeved blouse and at the ends they were frilly.

The blouse might have rested above my belly button, but the skirt, which ended just above my knees,

was a high-waisted skirt that covered the rest of my stomach. It was a simple black skirt with a built-in

black belt that had silver buckles.

I looked extremely professional.

Rachel also gave me a pair of black heels that would match the black skirt; I was thankful I recently

painted my toenails because those could also be seen from the open-toed heels.

When I walked out of my room both Rachel and Becca gasped in amazement; Alex just rolled his eyes.

“Do you have a problem, Alex?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Nope,” he muttered, turning away to continue reading the book he was holding.

“Remind me again why that jerk is here?” Rachel said, folding her arms across her chest.

“My father sent him here as a bodyguard because one of his prisoners escaped and he’s worried for

my

safety,” I told her and that was all I was going to tell her right now.

“Sit down; we have to do your hair and makeup,” Rachel said as Becca went to grab all the makeup

supplies. I sat in a chair that Rachel had set up and she started blow-drying my hair. Then she used a

curling iron to curl it a little, allowing the soft curls to fall around my shoulders.

Rachel excelled with hair and makeup, so I knew I was in good hands.

She braided a portion of my hair and then pinned it back, so my long hair still fell down my back and

bounced around as I walked. Then she got to work with my makeup; I told her I wanted it light because

I enjoyed a more natural look.

“Trust me,” she had said.

By the time she finished, and I was able to look at my appearance as a whole, I was astonished by how

beautiful I looked. I no longer looked exhausted and worn out; she managed to make me look livelier

and alert. I was also very professional-looking.

“You look beautiful, Lila,” Becca beathed.

I smiled at her, and I turned to Rachel.

“You’re a miracle worker,” I said as I hugged her.

“No way, you are already beautiful,” she said hugging me back. “I just made you presentable for an

election.”

“It’s 12:30 and the election starts at 1,” Becca said, glancing at the clock. “We should get to the

Assembly Hall.”

“Are you sure you’re prepared enough?” Rachel asked me, eyeing me carefully.

I took a steady deep breath and I nodded, though I felt very uncertain, I wasn’t going to tell them that.

As we left the dorm room, I was shocked to see that Sarah was standing in the hallway pacing back

and

forth and taking deep breaths.

She was also nicely dressed in a black dress that showed a lot of her cleavage as well and her long

dark

hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. She also wore heels, but hers were huge and made her at

least

an entire inch taller.

“What are you still doing here?” Rachel asked before I could say anything.

She froze when she saw me, seemingly shocked at first but then her lip curled up when she saw me.

“Came here to wish you luck,” she said bitterly. “Because you are going to need it. Losing for me, isn’t

an

option. I will do whatever I can to win.”