I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Colton’s POV It was a long drive back to the jail; most of the drive was silent which was to be expected. Alpha Emmet was upset about his son being falsely accused of something he didn’t do.

Murder.

The problem was that Scott confessed to the crime. But it’s cto our realization that he was given false memories from someone else at this school.

Alpha Bastien mindlinkeda few minutes ago to tellthat he was heading to the school in a few minutes to find out what students have abilities other than Sarah and who could have committed that horrific crand framed Scott for it.

| was going to go to the school with Emmet later to help him with that investigation, but for right now, Scott really needed to see his son. | couldn’t blhim; if | had a son, | would stop at nothing to see him if he was put in this position.

“Keep an eye on Emmet. I'm worried he will do something stupid if given the chance,” Bastien said through our mindlink.

| glanced over at Emmet who was staring out the window; there was a void in his eyes, and he looked drained. It was obvious that he hadn't slept a wink last night; not that | could blhim. But Alpha Bastien was right; under his mental capacity, he wasn't in the right frof mind to be making any decisions and he needed to be monitored closely.

“I will,” I assured him. “We won't be long. | don’t want Ella at that school alone for long.” “Gamma Alex is still there,” Bastien reminded me, makingroll my eyes and clutch the steering wheel tightly.

“I don’t trust him,” | said in return, trying not to make any sounds of distress and alerting Alpha Emmet that | was mindlinking.

“He’s good at his job,” Bastien assured me. “He might be an asshole, but he follows orders, and he won't let us down. He will keep her safe until you get there.” | said nothing more as | disconnected the mindlink. | really couldn't stand Alex and | knew Ella couldn't either. He couldn’t be trusted, even if he was good at his job.

As soon as | parked the car in the front parking lot of the station, Emmet was quickly getting out of the car and rushing toward the front door. | quickly followed after him, trying to get him to slow down.

“They aren't going to let you in if you approach them with aggression,” | scolded.

“I need to see my son,” he muttered, pulling open the doors and storming inside the waiting room.

The dispatcher looked up from his computer and instantly rolled his eyes upon seeing Alpha Emmet stalking toward him.

“Alpha—" “Letin to see my son,” Emmet said through his teeth.

“You know | can’t do that,” the dispatcher said, sighing and shaking his head. “I'm sorry, but—" “Sorry isn’t good enough,” Emmet growled. “I need to see him. It's right to keep a father from seeing his child.” | stepped beside Emmet, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him. When Emmet relaxed slightly, | looked at the dispatcher who met my eyes.

“Look, he’s right. This is his son; he deserves to be able to talk to him,” I said calmly.

The dispatcher's face softened.

“It's not up to me, Alpha Colton,” he said, glancing at Emmet. “It's Alpha Jonathan's orders.” | nodded in understanding.

“I will get a hold of him then. Thank you. | know you are just doing your job,” | said simply.

The dispatcher relaxed in his seat and gavea tired smile with a head nod.

Emmet was murmuring sprofanities under his breath as he turned away to sit down. | pulled my cell phone out and called Alpha Jonathan right away.

He answered on the 4(th) ring.

“Alpha Colton; what honor do | have for this phone call?” “I need a favor and only you can do this,” | said firmly, stepping out of earshot so Emmet wouldn't listen, but | knew he still would.

“And what favor would that be?” Jonathan asked with curiosity in his tone.“You’ll let Alpha Emmet see his son,” | said simply.

There was a moment of pause on the other end.

“And why would | do that?” Jonathan asked, sounding annoyed by my request.

“Because it's his son, Alpha,” | said in return. “He has a right to speak to his son.” “His son is a murderer,” Alpha Jonathan said through his teeth; I could feel his growing anger from through the phone.

“Even so, that’s still his son,” | said in return. “How would you feel if it were your daughter?” “It’s not my daughter—" “But if it was and you weren't able to see her,” | said, cutting off his words. “You wouldn't like that very much, would you?” He was quiet for a moment.

“No, | wouldn't,” he said in return. “Bastien seems to think that the boy is innocent and delayed his transport to the prison. You wouldn't happen to know what that’s about, would you?” “We think he was manipulated into confessing,” | explained.

“What are you getting at?” Jonathan seethed and | knew exactly what he was thinking.

“We don’t think it was your daughter, so calm down,” | said to him.

“Then, who do you think it is? Her ability is rare and nobody at that school has it.” “We don’t know that for sure; we are investigating,” | told him.

“Not withoutyou aren't. It’s my school; | need to be a part of any investigations,” he growled.

“Bastien is in charge of the committee which means he’s the one in charge of this investigation. But seeing it is your school I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you helped him. He'll be at the school later today. You can meet him there; Emmet and | will be joining him as well.” “Do we need my officers and warriors?” Jonathan asked.

“No, not yet,” | answered. “For right now it’s just going to be us. But that’s not why I'm calling you, Alpha. | need your permission to allow Alpha Emmet in to see his son. The dispatcher refuses to let him pass. It’s his son; he deserves the chance to speak to him.” There was silence on the other end; the silence becso loud that | thought that he hung up for a moment.

But then he spoke in a low and seemingly annoyed tone.

“Put the dispatcher on the phone.” | sighed, relieved, as | went to the dispatcher. He sat on his desk behind an unbreakable class, peering up atwith a curious look.

“He wants to speak with you,” | said; he looked surprised, but he nodded and opened the metal box forto place my phone inside.

Once he had my phone, he began talking to Alpha Jonathan. Or more that Alpha Jonathan was talking to him, and the dispatcher made a bunch of agreeing sounds.

Then the dispatcher finally said, “Okay, sounds good.” He hung up the phone and placed it back in the metal box so | could take it back.

“He has 10 minutes to speak to his son,” the dispatcher said to me.

Emmet quickly stood to his feet, his face appearing shocked.

| gave him a nod and he gavea relieved and faint smile.

Ella’s POV | sat on my bed, staring at the envelope that was in my hands. There wasn’t a stamp or any other words on the front of the envelope other than my name. It was written in handwriting that | didn’t recognize and for sreason, | had an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Somebody cinto my room and placed this on my bed.

My first assumption was either Rachel or Becca, but for sreason, neither of those options seemed right to me.

| took a steady deep breath and opened the envelope, uncovering a thick off-white paper.

It was a handwritten note.

My heart fell into my stomach when | scanned the letter and saw who it was from.

Dear Ella, This is my official congratulations on winning the Election this year. | know you are going to do sgreat things with the student committee, and | know you are going to take this school far. On behalf ofand my family, I'd like to invite you to a dinner in your honor on Saturday at 6 pm.

You, your friends, and your family are all invited. It will be a banquet at my packhouse, and we are preparing all your favorite foods, cooked by sof the best chefs in Higala.

Once again, I'd like to personally thank you and congratulate you for a job well done and for winning the election fairly.

Best, Alpha Jonathan.