I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Colton’s POV “Do you need my assistance at the police station?” Beta Ethan asked over the phone.

I was in the car, heading to the station, as we spoke. | couldnt get the look Ella had givenout of my head.

She was so certain that Scott was innocent and oddly enough, as much as | hated Scott, I believed her. | don’t think the son of Alpha Emmet would be capable of cold-blooded murder.

Especially of an innocent girl.

But | also didn’t understand why he would confess to such a crime. | had a feeling that Alpha Emmet would also be at the police station wanting to get answers as well and | needed to be prepared for that.

“No,” | finally said, sighing. “I need you to remain at the pack and make sure everything is okay there. Is Alpha Bastien still there?” “Yes; he's still trying to get answers from Xander,” Ethan said, sounding annoyed. “I keep saying it might be tto transfer him to the prison so he can get sentenced for his crimes.” “He kidnapped Ella,” | reminded my Beta. “Prison would be too good for him.” “That's what Alpha Bastien said too. I'm just saying, he’s not talking, and | doubt he’s going to in the future.” | was starting to have an even weirder feeling about Xander, but | wasn’t going to tell Ethan that. | wondered who he was protecting so much that he’d risk his life over it. No amount of torture was worth it.

“If he doesn't talk, he will die a slow and painful death,” I said in return.

“Indeed, he will,” Ethan agreed. “Keepupdated on what you find out.” “I will,” I said. “Talk soon.” | hung up on that note and threw my phone on my passenger seat. | pressed the gas even harder and made my car go even faster to get there quicker.

Once | pulled into the parking lot, | recognized Emmet’s red Porsche very quickly. | knew he would be here when | arrived; | could only imagine how angry he was over all of this.

| parked the car and walked across the lot until | reached the front entrance. | could almost feel his wrath before entering the police station.

As predicted, Emmet was growling and snarling at one of the front dispatchers.

“I want to see my son, NOW!” Emmet growled, the fur of his wolf breaking through his flesh like razor blades.

He was trying and failing at keeping his wolf under control. The head of his wolf was practically completely formed, and his claws were out, ready to scratch the dispatcher’s eyes out.

“I have orders to keep all visitors away for right now,” the dispatcher said, not looking the least bit phased by Emmet’s outburst.

Probably because he was used to Alpha Jonathan, and nobody could compare to Jonathan's outbursts.

“He’s my SON!!” Emmet growled fiercely.

“He’s a dangerous criminal who murdered numerous people at a college,” the dispatcher argued back.

Emmet balled his fist and looked as if he was about to punch the class that separated them. The glass was unbreakable, even for wolves, so | knew it would only result in a broken hand.

| rushed toward him and grabbed his arm before he could complete the punch. He struggled against my hold, but | wasn’t going to let him go.

“Letgo, Colton,” he hissed through his teeth.

“No,” | said simply. “This isn’t going to solve anything.” “He’s my son,” Emmet repeated, but this tturning to face me.

His wolf was glowing in his eyes, pulsating with anger.

“I know,” | said, trying to remain calm. “And we are going to figure this out, but you need to calm down.” “He didn’t kill anyone,” Emmet said, lowering his fist. He now sounded defeated and drained. “I know him... he wouldn’t—" His voice broke off.

“Emmet, listen to me; | know he didn’t kill anyone,” | said, lowering my tone so only he could hear me. He looked atsurprised.

“You do?” I nodded once.

“Ella believes it too and soon so will Alpha Bastien. We don’t believe that Scott is capable of such a thing.” “What am | going to do?” Emmet asked. “He’s my son... he can’t be in prison for something he didn’t do...” “The problem is he confessed to the crime,” | said, pulling him away from the dispatcher so we could talk more privately. “Do you have any idea why he would do such a thing?” “I don’t fucking know,” Emmet said through his teeth. “It doesn’t make sense to me...” “Has he ever expressed to you feeling angry or rage he can’t explain?” Emmet snappeda look and | worried he would strike at me; | prepared myself in case he did.

“I thought you said you believed he didn’t do this,” he said, trying hard to control his temper.

“I'do,” | assured him. “But | need to know the full story in order to help him. | need to know if he’s felt angry or seemed different.” Emmet took a deep breath, lowering his gaze.

“No,” he finally said, shaking his head. “He seemed normal the last twe spoke. But it's been a couple of weeks since we last spoke. | should have been more present in his life...” “This isn’t your fault,” | made sure to say, keeping my eyes locked on him.

“I was so hard on him about everything.” “You wanted him to be his best self,” | said, putting my hand firmly on his shoulder and squeezing it. “He's going to be the Alpha soon; nobody thinks you were too hard.” “Yeah, well now the future Alpha is rotting in jail and about to be transported to the wolf Prison up North.” The Wolf Prison was where the most dangerous wolf criminals were stored. | shuddered at the thought; that Scott would never survive there.

“It's a death sentence,” Emmet continued, mimicking my thoughts.

| looked at the dispatcher who seemed to be watching us from behind the glass screen.

“Givea minute,” | said to Emmet as | walked over to the dispatcher. “I'm with the school and I'm here per orders of Alpha Bastien, head of the Alpha committee. | have a few questions with the suspect, and | need to speak with him right away.” The dispatcher narrowed his eyes at me.

“I can’t—" He began to say.

“I'm aware this is Alpha Jonathan's territory; | can call him as well and let him know that his police dispatcher isn’t cooperating with this investigation. I'm sure he’d have a field day.” The dispatcher’s jaw clenched, and | saw his entire body tensing. He looked atand then over at Emmet who stayed a far distance away.

“I have orders to keep him out specifically,” the dispatcher murmured, looking back at me. “But you can enter.” “Thank you,” bowing my head to him.

| squared my shoulders and looked at Emmet.

“Stay here; I'll be right back,” | said, stepping in front of the door that led to the jail cells. | heard a light buzzing and then the door opened slightly forto enter.

“Just...” Emmet began, makingpause at the door and turning back to him. “Just tell him I’m here for him and that | believe he’s innocent. Tell him I'm not mad at him.” | nodded; it was strange to see Emmet so broken and lost.

“I will,” I assured him before disappearing through the door.

It was a long walk to the area where they were keeping Scott. He was kept away from the other jailers and in a secluded section of the jail. He wasn’t kept in an open cell jail, he was kept in a room with a metal door and a small window for the guards to see into the cell, but no one inside the cell could see out.

The officer escortingto the jail cell had the set of keys dangling in his hands and we stood outside the jail cell as he unlocked the door. Then he turned to me.

“You have 10 minutes; don't try anything funny, Alpha.” “I wouldn't dream of it,” | said in return.

The door opened and | stepped inside.

Scott was curled up on the small cot on the far side of the room; his hands and feet were shackled. He sat up when he sawstanding beforeand then his eyes widened in shock.

“Alpha?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

Ella was right; his eyes were off yesterday when he was taken away. Now they seemed to be back to normal and he was sounding like his normal self again. Yesterday he sounded animalistic and unlike himself.

“What are you doing here? Didn't you hear? I'm a horrific criminal... you shouldn't be here.” “What happened to you, Scott?” | asked, keeping my eyes locked on his. “Why did you confess to murdering those people?” He was quiet for a moment; at first, | thought he wasn’t going to answer but then he met my eyes and | saw the pain and remorse that filled them.

“Because it was the truth...” he murmured. “I did kill them.”