My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Lila's POV

"So, you are going to go away all summer?” Becca asked with large eyes as we sat in the student lounge.

“Yes, I think so,” I answered with a head nod. “It'll be a good opportunity for me. Plus, my parent's think it'll be a good idea.”

"What am I going to do all summer without you?” Becca pouted. “Rachel will probably spend the summer at the hospital with Ryan.”

“I'm sure you'll figure something out,” I chuckled, but then I frowned once I thought about Rachel. “Any word on how Ryan is?” I asked, peering over at her.

She frowned as well and shook her head.

“None yet,” she said. “But they are thinking about getting Rachel admitted into a rehab facility. They want to bring her back to the one she was in a few years ago.”

"What?" I gasped, my heart falling into my stomach.

“I had no idea she was even in rehab before. But they say she went to some place in Elysium,” Becca said, thinking more about it. “They want to send her back. I don't think the doctors talked to her about it though.”

My heart was racing against my chest. They couldn't send her back. She nearly died the last time she was there. I still felt sick after learning what happened to her at the facility in the place I love so much.

“I should go and see her,” I said, standing up. “It's been a few days since I saw her and I would like to talk to her about my leaving as well.”

“I can come with you,” Becca said, standing to her feet as well.

“It's okay,” I said, giving her a kind smile. “I'd like to go myself.”

“Have they told her yet?”

“Not yet,” the receptionist said, shaking her head. “They are afraid she will refuse them. They are going to sedate her and then move her there in the morning.”

“They can't just do that against her will,” I argued.

“When she tries to take her own life, they can,” she said in return. “She's a danger to herself and possibly others. We know she’s had a drug problem in the past and—"

"Which she already got help for,” I argued. “She's clean—"

“But she relapsed, Lila,” the receptionist said in a calm tone. “Which means she’s no longer clean. This could be a huge problem for her, and it could become fatal. It will become fatal if she doesn't get the help she needs.”

“I can make sure she stays clean.”

“I know you want to help your friend and keep her close by, but this is what's best for her. This would help her greatly. Also, Lila, you can't save everybody. But you can be there to help her through this,” the receptionist said.

"Can't she go someplace else?” I asked, feeling defeated.

I couldn't let Rachel go back to that awful facility. They took so much from her and nearly killed her the last time she was there. But would the receptionist believe me if I told her this? That place has a great reputation and good reviews from former addicts who went to this facility. However, those reviews were all from those in the wolf population.

It was mainly a wolf facility. But the way they treat other species isn't right.

“I'm afraid all other facilities are filled and that's the closest one in the area. It's a very good one and she’s been there before it won't be hard for her to get used to.”

I needed to speak to my father, but I also had to make sure that they didn't take Rachel away. “Thank you for letting me know,” I said, giving her my best smile. “Would it be okay if I saw her now?"

"Yes, of course,” the receptionist said. “But please keep this conversation to yourself. As I said, they don't want her to know just yet.”

“I won't say anything,” I said as I headed toward Rachel's room.

Rachel was awake when I got there, which was a relief because she was alert.

I grabbed some of Rachel's clothing and started shoving it into her bag that was thrown across the room. Rachel sits up, frowning.

“What are you doing?” She asked, raising her brows.

“We need to get you out of here,” I said, my heart racing against my chest. “They want to send you back to the facility in Elysium.”

Rachel gasped loudly as she scrambled to take her IVs out.

“They can't do that against my willl" She cried, a little too loudly.

I shushed her as I continued to pack her things.

“They can because you tried to take your own life, Rachel,” I said, shaking my head at her. “They want to protect you and I completely agree with them. But I won't let them send you back to that specific facility. I'm going to speak to my father about it, but I need to make sure they don't take you anywhere in the meantime. So, for right now, I'm breaking you out of here.”