I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Colton’s POV Alpha Bastien was already at the school when we arrived. As soon as we got to campus, we went straight to Tiffany Prescott’s office.

Bastien was there reading through sreports while Prescott stood behind him. She had a worried look in her eyes and | could feel her anxieties before she even spoke.

“Do | need to enforce another lockdown?” She asked, staring up atand then at Alpha Emmet.

Her face dropped slightly as she straightened her body to face him.

“Hello, Alpha,” she said to him, bowing her head slightly in respect and remorse. “I’m so sorry about your son—" “I know it’s not your fault, Headmaster. You were just doing your job. My son confessed to the murder, so you had no reason to not believe him.” | was surprised by Emmet’s maturity and telling from Bastien’s raised brows, he was also surprised.

Prescott’s face reddened.

“If I thought for a second, he was lying...” “That's the thing, we don’t think he is lying,” | said, cutting her off.

She snappeda look, surprised by my words.

“Oh, I thought—" “We think it was mind manipulation,” | said, cutting her off again. “That's why we need to investigate students with abilities.” Her face paled at my words as she looked at Alpha Bastien and then back at me.

“The only student who has that ability at his school is Sarah... it’s a very rare ability...” Prescott said hesitantly.

“You don’t think she’d do something like this, do you?” “No,” both Bastien and I said at the stime.

“It wasn't Sarah,” | said, shaking my head.

“She’s also not the only one with that ability,” Bastien, who was sitting at her desk, said while looking up at her.

“My daughter is a Volana, which means she also has that ability. However, that’s not listed on her reports.” “Well, that's because the Volana abilities are very mysterious to the board and we aren't sure all the abilities they have,” Prescott explained.

“You should have done more research. | would have been happy to fill you in, as would my wife and Luna, who is also a Volana.” “My mother is a Volana,” | admitted, getting her attention. “I was also aware of her abilities. I've researched and studied under them for a long time.” Tiffany Prescott’s jaw dropped as she looked at me.

“I wasn’t aware of that, Professor,” she said, swallowing audibly. “I guess it was never a thought to ask you about it. But please, keep in mind that I’m only the headmaster starting this year. All the reports from last year were created by the former headmaster.” “As the new headmaster it was your responsibility to make sure all the paperwork and information was up to date,” Bastien said firmly.

He used a harsh tone that made her flinch. But | knew he hadn’t meant to sound harsh. He was only trying to get his point across.

“Yes, sir,” she said lowering her gaze.

“So, if my own daughters are going under the radar, I'm sure other students’ abilities are also going under the radar,” Bastien continued as he went through the paperwork and then glanced at her computer to look at transcripts.

“It's a possibility,” she admitted, sheepishly.

“Get your board members together and have them speak with each of the students to find out what exactly they can do. We need to get in contact with all wolves, bears, vampires, and witches,” Bastien ordered. “I also hear there’s a fairy that’s now at this school. We will need to speak with her as well.” “Yes, sir,” she said, nodding her head.

Just as she was about to leave her office, the door opened, and Alpha Jonathan stepped inside.

“Did I miss anything?” He asked, looking between all of us.

| couldn’t have been the only one feeling annoyed that he was there.

Headmaster Prescott quickly bowed her head to him.

“Hello, Alpha,” she said to him, sounding all sorts of nervous. “I was just stepping out to speak with the board.” “What for?” “We need updated information,” Bastien explained, peering over at him from the desk. “Sarah can’t be the only one with the ability to manipulate minds at this school. My daughter also has that ability being a Volana and that’s not reported in any of these documents. Makeswonder what else is flying under the radar.” | saw a flash of red in Alpha Jonatha'’s eyes as he glared at Prescott.

“Why are these documents not updated, Headmaster?” He asked through his teeth. “If someone else is manipulating minds, why is my daughter the only suspect when things like that happen?” “I will get to the bottom of it, Alpha,” she said, lowering her gaze.

“I want everything to be looked into. Including the election,” Jonathan said through gritted teeth.

| couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Sarah admitted to messing with minds,” | reminded him. “That was definitely her.” “Just like she admitted to manipulating Scott's mind last year when he vandalized the art studio,” Bastien chimed in.

“I paid quite the fee to get that sturepaired,” Emmet muttered.

Alpha Jonathan rolled his eyes.

“Your son still did the vandalizing. My daughter got suspended. We are even,” Jonathan said, folding his arms across his chest.

“Hardly,” Emmet said, his jaw clenching.

Jonathan glanced at the headmaster and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Why are you still standing there? You obviously already orders,” he seethed.

She paled.

“Oh, right, sorry,” she said. “I'll be back.” On that note, she left quickly.

I almost felt bad for her; almost.

If Ella wasn’t in danger, then | would have felt worse. But this kind of mistake puts her in danger and like Alpha Bastien, | wasn’t okay with that.

“So, if you don’t think it was my daughter who did this... who are you thinking?” Alpha Jonathan asked, furrowing his brows together.

We all remained silent, staring around at one another.

None of us had an answer; none of us knew.

Ella’s POV “You lost time?” | asked Eileen Carter, trying to keep my mouth from dropping to the floor.

“Yes, | don’t quite remember most of my morning. Except for that letter,” she said, shaking her head at the thought and meeting my eyes. “Was the letter serious?” “It was just an invitation,” | told her, stepping away from her. “Thank you for the information,” | said, just before rushing out of the kitchen.

| ran up the stairs of the dormitory until | reached my dorm room. | went into my bedroom and grabbed the letter that | left on my floor.

| read it again, still feeling all sorts of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach.

| could smell that Colton was on campus; plus, the excitement of my wolf toldthat he was close.

“Colton?” | spoke through our mindlink.

After a moment, he responded.

“I'm here,” he answered. “I'm in Prescott’s office.” “Is my father with you?” | asked.

“Yes,” he answered right away. “As is Emmet and Jonathan.” “Alpha Jonathan is here?” | asked, my stomach clenching.

“Yes,” he answered. “Is everything okay?” “I need to speak with you alone. Can we meet somewhere?” “Where are you right now?” “In my dorm,” | told him. “But you can’t chere; it's too dangerous. “Can you get to the arena?” “Yes; I'll meet you there in 20 minutes. Just givea bit to finish up here and sneak away.” I was relieved to hear that.

“Okay,” | said. “I love you.” “I love you.” | disconnected the mindlink and shoved the note in my back pocket before leaving the dorm and going straight to the arena.

| was glad that the arena was empty; this was practically Colton’s office when he didn’t have to teach any classes. Sometimes students would chere to get sextra practice in, but nobody was here today thankfully.

While | waited for Colton, | decided to do spractice myself. He had a large boxing dummy set up in the middle of the arena that | knew he used to practice by himself often. | imagined him shirtless and boxing with this dummy and my mouth started to water and heat formed around my lower abdomen.

| could feel Val’s high emotions as she too thought about our mate.

| started to kick and punch the dummy; it would move backward and then back at me, makingkick it again. | was always a good fighter but working with Colton in class and even since working with Xander, | had gotten a lot stronger and fighter.

| didn’t even realize that 20 minutes had gone by until Colton walked into the arena. He looked amused for a moment as he watchedfight the dummy.

By the t| decided to stop, | was panting and sweaty from the workout.

“Nice form,” he said stepping behind me. He placed his hands on my hips to steady me. “Punch it again.” | punched it and it cback at me, Colton liftedin the air, and | kicked it with as much force as | could.

When he released me, | jumped out of the way before it cback at me, Colton was the one who punched it that tand then he kicked it nearly knocking its head off.

“You've gotten better,” he laughed.

“I learned from the best,” | said in return.

| wanted to run into his arms, but | was afraid that someone would walk in at any moment.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, his face growing serious. “You sounded agent.” | frowned, my heart beating heavily in my chest again as | pulled out the note from my back pocket.

“I found this in my room earlier,” | told him, handing him the note.

He now looked worried.

“What is it?” He asked, unfolding the note.

“It was from Alpha Jonathan...” | told him. “He’s invitingto a banquet in my honor on Saturday.” He furrowed his brows together.

“I was just with him in Prescott’s office; he didn’t mention this at all,” Colton said as he read the note. “You said you found it in your room?” “Yeah,” | told him. “He had my dorm advisor, Eilleen Carter, put the note on my bed.” “That's weird,” he said, meeting my eyes.

“That's not the weirdest part though,” | said, folding my arms across my chest. “Miss Carter doesn’t remember anything that happened this morning. She lost time, Colton.” “She lost time?” “That's what she’s saying,” | explained. “The only thing she remembers from this morning was being given this letter and being told to place it on my bed.”