I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Ella’s POV “You knew | was going to csee you?” | asked, eyeing him carefully. | tried not to be repulsed by his appearance, but it couldn’t be helped. He looked awful and it turned my stomach.

“I had hope,” he said in a barely audible tone.

| could tell that speaking hurt him; his lungs must have been punctured. My father and Colton seriously did a number on him. | didn’t understand why he couldn't just talk to them and end his misery. All they wanted to know was who sent him and where he cfrom.

“Why did you hope I'd see you?” | found myself asking, completely forgetting about the questions | wanted to ask him.

| needed to get to the point; | only had 5 minutes with him.

“You're a smart girl—" he began to say but was stopped as a gross hacking cough escaped his lips and blood splattered to the ground.

“Did you call forin my sleep?” | asked him, ignoring the pounding of my heart. “Is that why I had that dream?” He narrowed his eyes atand assessed my face for a moment.

“You tell me,” he said in return.

| shook my head at him.

“I don’t have tfor this Xander,” | snapped, growing aggravated. “In my dream, you said | was in danger. My father thought you were threateningbut I'm starting to think it wasn’t a threat, it was an actual warning.

What were you warningabout?” | felt my father tensing from besideand his eyes snapped to the side of my face.

A laugh escaped Xander's lips.

“If I could tell you that, do you think I'd be here right now?” “Why can’t you tell me?” | asked, stepping toward the cell.

Colton grabbed the back of my shirt like | was a child about to run into the middle of the street.

“Because it can get into your mind. If it knows what you know... a lot of people will die,” he said through his teeth.

“Wait, what?” My father asked, now looking at him. “What do you mean by that?” “Exactly what I said, Alpha,” he said, laying his head back on the ground.

“Who sent you?” My father asked, glaring at him.

“I can’t tell you that either. So, you might as well finish the job and kill me.” My stomach clenched as | stared at him.

“I knew it...” | breathed, more to myself than to him. “You were trying to warnabout something. You can’t tell us what it is, but you are trying to preparefor something. What are you trying to preparefor, Xander? Why can’t you tell us so we can be ready?” He pressed his lips firmly together and looked directly at the wall. He wasn’t going to talk, that much was obvious.

“Xander,” | nearly shouted.

“Tis up,” Colton said firmly, grabbing my arm. “That's all the questions.” “I'm not done,” | said, snapping him a look.

“He’s not going to say anything more, Ella. | told you, 5 minutes. It's over. I'm getting you out of here.” | wanted to argue smore, but | knew there was no use so sighed and looked back at Xander.

"f you can tell us anything that'll help...I'll make sure your pain ends,” | told him, lowering my voice.

| stared at him for a moment longer and when | figured he wasn’t going to speak, | sighed again and turned away with Colton and we began to leave the dungeon.

“Ella...” | heard my ncoming from Xander.

| paused at the door and looked at him.

“It gets into your head and if it knows who's an enemy, it won't stop until they are all dead.” His warning sent a chill down my spine; my father stood frozen as well, staring down at Xander with dismay written all over his face and then he met my eyes. | knew my father had questions too but he wasn’t even sure where to begin.

Colton grabbed my arm again and pulledalong with him.

When we got back upstairs and into the front room of the packhouse, I felt like | could finally breathe again.

| took greedy gulps of the clean air and shivered.

“Did you get what you needed?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

| stared up at him and nodded.

“I think 1 did,” I told him honestly. “I was right; Xander was trying to warnabout something without actually warning me. If he toldthe truth, whatever he’s so afraid of will get into my head and kill everyone I love. Or maybe everyone he loves... or both...” | shook my head at the thought.

“It's all very confusing,” | continued. “But it’s a start. Can you tell my father to allow him to heal? | don’t think he’s the enemy we need to watch out for.” “He kidnapped you, Ella,” Colton groaned. “He's still an enemy.” “I don’t think he is,” | said, folding my arms across my chest. “You wantto be your Luna, then letact the part of Luna while I'm here. Doesn't my orders matter at all?” He looked surprised by this but then he gavea small and delighted smile.

“It does,” he said, givinga head nod.

“Then | order that my father allow him to heal fully. Maybe he will talk once he’s not in severe pain and hanging on for dear life,” | said firmly.

After a pause, Colton nodded and stepped away. | knew he was mindlinking my father to tell him about the change of plans.

Once he was done, he looked back at me.

“So, who do you think this enemy is?” Colton asked and | could see the worry in his eyes.

| thought about it for a moment. | knew darkness was still lurking around and we were in danger. Darkness was the reason Scott was sent to jail; Celeste had said that darkness was inside the school even though the barrier was protecting Higala.

Darkness killed those guards and Merida.

Could darkness be the thing that Xander was trying to warn us against? “Ella, are you okay?” Colton asked worriedly.

| realized | had been standing in front of him silently, thinking to myself instead of answering his question.

“Yes,” | said to him, biting my bottom lip. “I think so at least...” Before he could say anything in return, the door of the kitchen opened, and Alpha Emmet walked into the front room with Dee walking behind him. They seemed to be in the middle of a conversation.

“Thank you for breakfast, Madam Deanna,” he said, bowing his head slightly at her. “This pack is lucky to have a house mother like you.” She laughed and swatted his arm playfully.

“Oh please, callDee. Everyone does,” she said in return. “You are quite a gentleman, Alpha. | truly appreciate a kind soul.” “You've certainly made my day a bit more bearable,” he told her.

Her eyes softened as she placed a hand on his upper arm.

“I know your son didn’t do anything wrong,” she breathed. “And soon, so will everyone else.” Emmet looked drained; I could tell he hadn't slept at all. It was strange seeing this side of him; while | was dating Scott, Alpha Emmet was always on him about everything. Scott was certain that his father never loved him and only cared about power and money. He had the smentality as Alpha Jonathan; it was always about what others could do for him and growing his businesses.

He wanted Scott to be prepared to take over as Alpha and was extra hard on him; Scott barely ever had a moment of peace and | always felt bad for him.

But it was clear that Alpha Emmet truly did care for Scott, and he was incredibly worried about his son. | refused to believe he was upset because of his reputation being ruined. | wasn’t getting that sense from him and I'm usually good at reading people that I've known for a while.

“I need to get back to the police station,” Emmet said, running his fingers through his hair. “I need to contact more lawyers and figure out how to get my son out of jail.” “Alpha Bastien is going to be going to the school to do sdigging and figure out which students have abilities,” Colton explained to him. “We should be able to narrow it down by the end of the day.” I knew it wasn’t going to be that simple; | had a feeling that darkness had something to do with this. But I didn’t want to give Alpha Emmet anything more to be afraid of.

“I'll go there and help too. But | need to see if they'll letspeak with my son,” Emmet said, rubbing his temple miserably.

“I'll make a phone call to Alpha Jonathan. He's in charge of that jail so I'm sure he can make an exception,” Colton said, patting him on the back.

“Not likely; he’s the reason I'm not allowed to see him. He gave orders to keepout,” Emmet said, rolling his eyes.

“I'll talk to him and see what | can do,” Colton assured him.

“Thanks,” Alpha Emmet said in return.

“We can take Ella back to campus and then we will head over to the jail,” Colton said, glancing over his shoulder at me.

| nodded to him as | went upstairs to grab the little belongings that | had with me. When | got back downstairs, Dee was waiting forin the front room with a little Tupperware of baked goods.

“Here, Ella. Take these back with you. They are for you and your friends,” she said kindly.

“Thanks, Dee,” | said, hugging her.

Colton and Emmet were waiting outside forwhen | emerged from the packhouse. Once we were all together, we piled into Colton’s car, | sat in the backseat, and then we drove away.

| said quick goodbyes to Colton and Emmet, trying to make my goodbye with Colton to be professional because Alpha Emmet didn’t know that Colton was my mate. Once | waved goodbye | headed into the dormitory.

It was about midafternoon when I arrived, so | was glad | didn’t have to sneak into the dorm room undetected.

| was surprised that both Rachel and Becca weren't in the dorm room when | arrived. Usually at least one of them was around, but in this case, neither was there.

I didn’t think too much about it though; they were probably in the student lounge. | was going to join them there afterward once | finished putting my things in my room and freshening up. But once | got in my room; | froze when | saw a little white on my bed.

On the front of the envelope had my nwritten on it; it wasn’t handwriting that | recognized.

Furrowing my brows together | wondered, “Who could this be from?”