Taming the Hybrid Mate: Desired by Five Alphas-Chapter 117: The Election’s Result

Andria’s POV

The weekend had passed by, and another week had come. Mel had not fully recovered, but she was able to attend classes. The student council elections were over, and the Headmistress would announce the results today.

The academy’s auditorium buzzed with anticipation, the hall was charged with anticipation, whispers bouncing off almost every corner of the auditorium.

There were mixed feelings of anxiety, excitement and even sadness in the air, especially for Tracy’s loyalists.

Every single student sat shoulder to shoulder, craning their necks, waiting for one voice, which was the headmistress’s voice.

My stomach knotted tighter than I wanted to admit. I tried to look calm, but Becca, sitting next to me, must have seen my fingers digging so hard into my notebook.

She nudged me lightly. "You’re pale," she whispered.

"I’m fine," I lied, though Athena chuckled in my head. "Fine? You look like you’ll faint if the headmistress takes another step."

"Shut up," I hissed under my breath.

Becca gave me a curious glance. "But you already know that no other candidate rivals you. You had more voters, so you don’t have to worry about the results," Becca assured

"It’s ok for a candidate to worry, but just know that you won already," Liara added.

Before I could answer, the heavy doors swung open, and silence fell over the hall; the whispers quietened until I could hear a pin drop.

Headmistress, Luna Lydia, strode onto the stage, her posture straight as always, but her expression was unreadable, making my heart pound faster. Couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or anticipation.

She held a single envelope in her hand, which I felt could be the results of the elections as promised.

"Students of Ashwood Academy," she began, her voice sharp and commanding, "this election marks another moment in our academy’s history. You have chosen leaders who will stand for you, guide you, and represent your voices."

Whispers rippled through the crowd. My throat felt dry. I stared straight ahead, refusing to glance at Tristan, Damon, or Aven, where they sat two rows over.

Of course, they were the judges for the election; that’s probably why I had mixed feelings about the output.

Luna Lydia slit open the envelope. The paper rustled, and the entire hall seemed to lean forward.

"The next Student Council President is..." she paused, and the anxiety in the air rose. Many started whispering amongst themselves, trying to predict the results.

"Quiet," Luna Lydia shouted, and everywhere grew quiet at once. "Your student council president is Aria Wolfsburn."

For a split second, I thought I misheard. However, I had partly expected the election results. If it hadn’t gone that way, I would have been very disappointed.

Then the hall erupted. Cheers, stomps, whistles, and howls - the students making sure their approval was heard. Some students rushed to where I was to congratulate me before I could stand.

Becca screamed beside me, grabbing my arm so tightly I thought she might pull it off. I took a glance towards Alexa and Tricia, smirking at them.

They looked like they had swum in a pool full of dirt. I tried to control the laughter forming in my throat, but nudged Becca to look at them.

"Aria! You did it!" she shrieked. "I told you so." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Liara, on the other hand, was so happy that she smiled at me, but she wasn’t as boisterous as Becca, and I could see that she was just as delighted.

I stood up and headed to the stage to collect the student council president’s badge of authority. That was the first step to taking my revenge on the Falcons.

I was so excited that I felt that I couldn’t even express it enough.

Headmistress, Luna Lydia, raised her hand for silence. "For the position of Secretary..." Another pause. "Allison Spade."

A murmur swept through the crowd, and I turned my head. That name was new, but I could recognize her face. She was Aven’s twin sister that Aven never talked about. She was in the same class as we were before I changed classes.

Allison walked with deliberate grace down the aisle, every step calculated, just like her brother Aven. Every eye followed her until she reached the stage.

Her brunette hair, just like Aven’s, shimmered under the lights, and her piercing gaze dared anyone to look away.

Becca gasped beside me. "Wait, that’s Aven’s twin."

She joined me on stage, her lips curving into a smirk that made my stomach twist.

"Congratulations, President," she said sweetly, though her tone dripped with venom. "Looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together."

I forced a polite smile, but inside, Athena growled. "This one reeks of competition. She doesn’t want to stand by you; she wants to outshine you."

There was an ovation, and shortly after, the headmistress dismissed us to our various classes.

We shuffled back into our classes still buzzing from the announcement. Becca wouldn’t stop talking.

"I can’t believe it! You’re the President! That speech you gave at the hospital yesterday must have worked wonders."

"It wasn’t a speech, Becca. I wasn’t campaigning," I muttered.

"You’re too modest," Liara teased.

But I wasn’t being modest, I was just being blunt. But I wouldn’t push the talk any further.

Professor Garicch’s arrival cut her off. His heavy steps boomed as he entered the classroom, his arms full of papers. He slammed them onto his desk, and the chatter died instantly.

I couldn’t forget any of my encounters with him, especially the last one. He doesn’t seem to like me even the slightest.

"Now that elections are done," he barked, "back to reality. Exams are next week.

Economics will be your first paper, and let me be clear, your titles won’t excuse you from failing. President or pauper, it makes no difference to me."

Of course, he was referring to me. He wasn’t happy with the turn of events. He would always choose Tracy over me.

I wondered if he was either Tracy’s secret lover or secret uncle.

Groans filled the room. Damon exaggerated his misery, slumping across his desk. "Why do they always remind us of exams when we’re in our happiest moments?"

Tristan smirked at him. "Maybe because your happiest moments need to be cut short."

Aven didn’t join the banter. He calmly opened his notebook, scribbling something. His silence was louder than Damon’s whining.

I opened mine too, but my mind wasn’t on supply or demand curves. I constantly remembered Mel, who hadn’t recovered, and Allison’s silent threat.

After school, the corridors filled with chatter and the rush of feet. Becca, Liara, Arlo and I walked side by side toward the exit, but then I froze.

There they were.

Tricia. Alexa. And now Allison?.