I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Ella’s POV My heart was racing in my chest to the point where | thought it was going to explode from my flesh. | got up from my bed quickly and stopped the note on the ground, not wanting to touch it.

I'm not sure why | had such an uneasy feeling about this note; how did it even get into my room? | looked around my room, biting my bottom lip nervously.

Was Alpha Jonathan in my bedroom? If he had given it to one of my friends to give to me, they would have textedand letknow that they were putting a note on my bed. Or they would have toldthat Alpha Jonathan gave them a note for me.

I knew | had to get to the student lounge and find my friends; maybe they saw Alpha Jonathan or one of his pack members wandering around.

“Could it have been Sarah?” Val asked, sounding as worried as | felt.

“That's also a possibility,” | agreed, trying to keep my composure as | rushed from the dorm room.

There were only a couple of girls in the living quarters. They were curled up on the community couch and watching Gossip Girl on one of the TVs. They only glanced up in my direction as | rushed past them.

They murmured their hellos, and | returned it with a wave before leaving the dormitory. | ran as fast as | could to the student lounge. As soon as | entered, | saw Becca, Brody, Kayla, and strangely Sarah, sitting in our usual spot.

It was weird seeing Sarah hanging out with my friends, especially when her own friends were sitting on the couches, they'd named their own. They were glancing in Sarah’s direction, giving her dirty looks behind her back.

I'm assuming they still haven't forgiven her for messing with their minds.

Not that | could blthem; it was pretty fucked up that Sarah did that to her own friends. If they were ever truly friends. Sarah could have manipulated them into thinking they were her friends.

| never actually got the full story from Sarah.

Sarah was sitting close to Brody though so I'm assuming she was only sitting with my friends because her mate was there.

| rushed toward them; Becca looked up atfrom the book she was reading, and she gavea joyful smile.

She fixed her bright purple glasses and put her book down.

“Hey, Ella!” She said brightly. “When did you get back?” “Just a little bit ago,” | said, sliding into the seat beside her. “Did any of you notice anything weird last night or this morning?” They all looked at one another curiously before looking at me.

“Like what?” Brody asked.

“Like Alpha Jonathan,” | said, lowering my voice.

Sarah tensed.

“My father has been hfor a couple of days,” she said, glancing at Brody briefly before looking at me. “He hasn't been here.” | furrowed my brows together.

“I found a note on my bed when | got back to campus a little bit ago,” | explained. “it was a letter from your father invitingand my friends to a banquet.” She raised her brows, obviously surprised.

“He never mentioned it to me,” she said, and | saw a flash of hurt in her eyes.

“Wait, did you say it was on your bed?” Becca asked, staring atpointedly.

| nodded, looking at her.

“You didn’t put it there?” | asked.

She shook her head.

“Nobody else has been in our dorm,” she said in return.

“That's freaky,” Kay breathed. “It was just sitting on your bed?” “Yes,” | answered, leaning back in my seat.

| was feeling very uneasy over this.

“Where's the note?” Brody asked, his brows knitting together.

“I dropped it in my room,” | admitted. “It’s still there.” “A banquet, huh?” Sarah asked, stuck on that fact. “How could he not tellabout it.” “Maybe you should call him,” Brody suggested. “He can probably explain how the note got on Ella’s bed.” “Okay,” she said, grabbing her pink dazzled phone out of her handbag. “Givea few minutes.” She stood and walked further away so she could talk to her father in private.

“Are we sure it wasn’t Sarah?” Becca asked, folding her arms across her chest and narrowing her eyes at Brody.

He scowled at her, angry and annoyed by the accusation.

“If she says it wasn’t her, it wasn’t her,” Brody said through his teeth.

“Look, | know she’s your mate, but I still don’t trust her,” Becca said, rolling her eyes.

Before Brody could growl loudly and protectively at her, | spoke, stopping them both.

“Has anyone seen Rachel? It could have been her,” | said, glancing at Becca.

She frowned and shook her head.

“I haven't seen her all morning. She said she had a lot of homework to do and was going to the library,” she answered. “I doubt it was her.” I still had an unsettled feeling; | made a mental note to speak with Rachel later and find out if she was truly okay.

A few minutes later, Sarah returned and sat back down.

“Okay, so my father said that he is having a banquet for you tomorrow and he stopped by the morning. He gave the letter to the dorm advisor,” she said; | noticed she looked a little sad. “He didn’t tellhe was here this morning, and he didn’t tellabout the banquet.” Brody wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

“Maybe it slipped his mind?” Brody suggested.

“Maybe...” she muttered.

“That's a relief,” Becca breathed, looking at me. “It was Eilleen that put it on your bed. That would explain it, right?” | nodded, also feeling a bit relieved knowing that no creepy men or anyone was in my bedroom.

“Ill talk to Eileen,” | said softly. “Thank you for calling him, Sarah.” She nodded but said nothing.

“The letter said that | can invite my family and friends. So, | guess you guys are all invited,” | said to them. “I'd feel a little better if others were there with me.” “I'll definitely be there,” Becca said with a fond smile. “Can | bring Luis?” | raised my brows at her.

“You and Luis have gotten close, huh?” | asked, a little teasingly.

Her face grew red, but she smiled atas she nodded, looking a little sheepish.

“Neither of us have found our mates,” she admitted. “He thinks his mate might have died. He can’t explain it, but he can feel that she’s not around anymore.” “What about your mate?” | asked, frowning. “Do you feel he’s still alive?” “I'm not really sure,” she admitted. “But | really like Luis. There's no shin having a chosen mate, right?” “Of course, not,” | said, draping my arm through hers. “There's no shin that at all.” “But what if you find your mate?” Kay asked.

Becca shrugged.

“Then we will figure it out | guess,” Becca said, also shrugging. “Luis agreed to wait until graduation. If | don’t find my mate by the t| graduate, he will markand then it won't matter.” She was right; once she’s marked by another wolf, and she finds her true mate, the mate pull won't be as strong.

She will still recognize her fated mate, but she won't have that strong desire to be with him.

“My wolf really likes Luis too,” she continued. “I think we could be happy.” “I'm happy if you're happy,” | said to her, leaning my head against her shoulder.

“So, are you going to invite your professor mate?” Sarah asked, keeping her tone low and secretive.

| lifted my head off Becca's shoulder to look at her, surprised. | hadn't even thought about that. | guess | could, but it might be a little weird to just invite another Alpha to this banquet. But | don’t think Colton would wantto go without him.

“Your father might be suspicious if | did,” | said, uncertainty clear in my voice. “I guess | should talk to him about it. He will be here later today. My father and Scott's father will be here too. They are investigating the murder.” “None of them think that Scott, did it?” Sarah asked, raising her brows. “Even Alpha Emmet?” “Especially Alpha Emmet,” | said, recalling how upset Emmet has been since yesterday. “He’s determined to prove his son’s innocence.” “Well, if they need our help, we will be around,” Becca said, picking up her book again. “Not sure what we can do, but we will be here.” “| appreciate you all,” | said to them as | stood to my feet. “I'm going to talk to Eilleen. I'll see you later.” “Bye!” They all said at the stime.

| waved and left the student lounge. | went straight to the dormitory and saw Eilleen sitting in our shared kitchen sipping on stea. She looked up atand gavea faint smile; she looked exhausted.

“Hello,” she said toas | approached.

“Hey, Miss Carter,” | said to her. “I have a quick question.” “Go on,” she said, placing her mug of tea down on the table.

“Did Alpha Jonathan give you a letter this morning?” She thought about it for a moment; it was as if the thought was straining her. She was quiet for a long while before answering.

“Yes...” she answered. “It's strange because | don’t remember much about this morning. But | remember being given a letter and placing it on your bed.” “You don’t remember much about this morning?” | asked, raising my brows. “What do you mean?” She was quiet again before looking down at her mug.

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “This morning's foggy. It’s like... | had lost time.”