I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Ella’s POV “Connie!?” | exclaimed, staring wide-eyed as Connie walked into the kitchen.

| was utterly shocked to see her standing in front of me.“Seriously?” She asked, furrowing her brows together.

“You forgot | was coming here too?” “Too?” | asked, confused by her question.

She rolled her eyes.

“I just saw Colton,” she explained, pointing to the door behind her. “He was just as surprised. | told him weeks ago that we were coming.” “We?” | found myself asking.

She curled her lip up as she scanned my face with her deep blue eyes.

“Are you only capable of one word at a tnow?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “Did you hit your head or something?” | stared at her dumbfounded, and then she winced as if she regretted her choice of words.

“Sorry,” she murmured. “Old habits. Do | not get a hug?” She held out her arms and without any more hesitation, | went to her and hugged her. Connie and | weren't ever really friends. In fact, | couldn't stand her for most of the tshe was here. She has been Colton’s best friend growing up and she’s had this massive crush on him.

She threatened my position as his mate and future Luna.

It didn’t help that she was drop-dead gorgeous and tough as hell. She’s a great fighter and they looked good together when she helped him teach the shifting and combat class.

But all of that changed after she followed us to Monstro and met her mate, Tyler. Connie didn’t want Tyler at first because he was a male nurse and not up to her standards, but after a little time, she began to open up to the idea of taking Tyler as her mate. Colton and | planned a date night for them and afterward, Connie decided to stay with him in Monstro.

| know Colton has been keeping in touch with her periodically and that things were going great for Connie, but | haven't spoken to Connie myself since Monstro.

Colton mentioned a few weeks ago that Connie was thinking about coming to visit, but when we didn’t hear anything more from her, we figured she changed her mind.

“What are you doing here?” | asked, trying to sound happy to see her, but I'd be lying if | said | wasn’t a bit nervous.

She held up her hand and showed off a giant and gorgeous diamond ring! “Check it out, bitches! I'm getting married!!!!” She squealed.

By reflex, Brianna jumped to her feet and squealed as well, joining us in a small huddle.

“Oh, my goddess!” Bri gasped, grabbing Connie's hand. “It's beautiful!” “I know, right?” Connie said, pulling her hand away so she lifted it upward and allowed her diamond ring to shine under the illuminating light of the kitchen. “Tyler did good, didn’t he?” She walked further into the kitchen and waved thoughtfully at Dee who returned her gesture with a smile.

“Congratulations, Connie,” Dee said lovingly. “I'll make pasta for dinner tonight; your favorite meal.” “With meatballs?” Connie asked, excitedly.

Dee chuckled.

“Homemade, just for you,” Dee winked before turning away to grab her recipe book.

Connie clapped her hands together happily before turning to face me.

“We are planning on getting married in a couple of weeks and we'd like it to be here,” she said, drawing my attention to her.

“Here?” | asked, my mouth hanging open in shock. “Like in the packhouse?” She nodded.

“The gardens specifically,” she said, gesturing to the back of the packhouse. “I love the roses and there's plenty of room out there.” “Is Colton okay with that?” | asked, raising my brows.

He didn’t mention having a wedding here and | wasn’t the Luna yet, so | didn’t have much say in what events happened at this house.

She shrugged casually.

“He’s going to have to be,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I have a wedding planner coming later today to go over all the details. I'd like you to meet her. Her nis Natalie Anderson. One of the best wedding planners in the world and | got her to plan MY wedding.” “That's amazing,” | breathed. “I would love to meet her.” I've heard of Natalie Anderson and admittedly I've read her bridal magazines in the past. Not that I'd ever tell Colton that information. He'd get ideas that I'm not ready for.

“I'm going to my room to freshen up,” she said turning away. “It’s so good to be back.” She soon left the kitchen, leaving us standing and staring after her with wide eyes.

“She seems... Interesting,” Bri said, glancing at me.

| forgot they hadn't even met yet, but Bri knew all about Connie from my stories.

“She sure is,” | murmured.

Colton cinto the kitchen a few minutes later and he looked like something was wrong.

“What is it?” | asked, stepping toward him, and wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I just got off the phone with Headmaster Prescott,” he said, making my entire body freeze.

| looked up at him and saw that he was staring down atwith dismay written all over his face.

“And?” | urged.

“She knows that you're my mate,” he said slowly. “I'm assuming Alpha Jonathan said something.” | released him and stood before him, feeling a wave of dizziness. “Why would he do that?” “I'm not sure,” Colton said, shaking his head. “But she wants to have a meeting with us on Monday morning.” My heart fell into my stomach.

This couldn't be good.

“Maybe it’s not a big deal,” Brianna said, shrugging. “I mean, Alpha Jonathan owns the school. So, if he’s okay with it... then maybe she will be too.” “We don’t know if Jonathan is okay with it,” Colton said, shaking his head at her. “He's still professional and continuing to be Ella’s professor is against school policy.” | swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

“Colton,” Beta Ethan said as he walked into the kitchen. “I just got word from sof the pack members.

There's a flood at the butcher shop. The meat has been contaminated.” “I'll head there now and assess the situation,” Colton said, nodding to his Beta. “Appoint swarriors to do shunting so we can restock the butcher shop once the flooding is stopped.” “On it,” Ethan said, turning away and leaving.

Colton turned toand gavea gentle kiss on my lips.

“I have to take care of pack business. But I'll be back in tfor dinner,” he promised.

“I love you,” | said, kissing him again.

He winked atbefore turning and following Ethan out of the kitchen.

Natalie Anderson arrived at the packhouse within a few hours of Connie's initial arrival. We sat in the parlor where sof the packhouse maids finished cleaning and making the area suitable for important guests.

Allie, one of Dee’s kitchen workers, finished placing a tray of tea on the coffee table and setting small mugs in front of each of us.

| wasn’t sure what to wear for this type of meeting; it's not like it was for me, but I still wanted to look nice in front of Natalie Anderson. So, | wore a simple pink dress that rested just above my knees and hugged my body perfectly. It dipped between my cleavage and the straps were thin and resting on my shoulders. | wore a white cardigan and kept my dark curly hair down, so they flowed crazily around my shoulders.

Connie was dressed like she was about to attend a business meeting. She wore a tight black skirt that rested at her knees and black-studded heels. She wore a white blouse that hugged her curves beautifully and made her boobs look huge. She also wore a black blazer that matched the skirt with golden buttons down the middle.

Her sleek blond hair was put in a tight and neatly done bun at the nape of her neck. She wore makeup that brought out her natural features and jewelry that wasn’t too flashy but also complimented her professional look.

Brianna also attended the meeting and, like me, she also wore a dress. Her dress was dark blue and ended a little bit shorter than mine. The noodle straps went around her neck as did the big flashy necklace she wore. Her auburn hair was pulled upward into a high ponytail and decorated with dark blue ribbons that dangled around the sides of her head.

As always, she wore a lot of jewelry which was mainly made up of gemstones and crystals, not to mention large black heeled boots that went up to her knees.

Bri always had a wild style like that, and | couldn’t help but smile at my friend. She looked like she was ready to go clubbing.

I'm sure, to Natalie Anderson, we looked like an interesting group.

Natalie Anderson was even more beautiful in person. She had fair and flawless skin, remindingof a porcelain doll. She was probably about the age of my mother, but she looked so much younger. She had long curly blond hair that she kept flowing around her shoulders and down her back. She wore a white skirt that revealed her long and slender legs and a pink blouse that hung loosely off her thin and perfect figure.

She wore only a few pieces of expensive-looking jewelry and only had a little makeup that brightened her natural features.

When she walked into the packhouse, she held a pink briefcase in one hand, and a pink-studded cellphone in her other hand.

The three of us sat on the sofa in the parlor and Natalie sat in one of the reclining seats, but she kept the recliner down and her leg crossed over the other as she rummaged through her briefcase, uncovering a bunch of documents and placed them on the coffee table in front of us.

“You didn’t givea lot of tto properly plan out this wedding. But | do have sideas that can make your wedding seriously pop,” she said as she handed Connie a piece of paper. “Obviously we won't need a florist if you are having your wedding in a garden. | already got in touch with the best chef in Higala and they are going to senda menu via my email later today.” Connie nodded as she looked over the notes Natalie had handed her.

“What about Dee?” | found myself asking. “Wouldn't you want her to cook for your wedding? She's a great chef and you know it.” Connie looked at me, surprised by my words.

“And who exactly are you?” Natalie asked, raising her brows at me.

| felt my face flushing in embarrassment.

“Sorry. | didn’t mean to interrupt. I'm Ella. I'm—" “Oh, you're the future Luna of this pack,” she said, leaning back in her seat and narrowing her eyes at me.

My eyes widened.

How did she know that? “Yes...” | answered, uncertainty clear in my voice.

“I'm sure I'll be back here soon when it’s tforto plan your wedding. But considering this isn’t your wedding, you don’t have any say,” she quipped as she leaned forward and toward me. “So, stay out of my hair, little girl.”