I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 298

Ella’s POV

The drive to the Calypso packhouse was fairly quiet. We had to take two separate cars. Alex took Sarah and Brody; and Colton took Kayla, Becca, Luis, and me. The three of them squeezed into the backseat.

It wouldn’t be long before Scott was released from jail. Apparently, he called my father and told him that he needed us all something, especially me.

I wondered what it could have been; I hoped it had to do with who manipulated his mind. If so, we could probably clear Rod’s name too.

I refused to believe that Rod had anything to do with these murders. His mind must have been manipulated as well.

When we got to the packhouse, we piled out of the car. Ethan was quick to greet us at the door; he gave me a lighthearted smile and I returned it.

“Good evening, Ella,” he said, bowing his head slightly at me. “Allow me to grab your luggage.”

“Thank you,” I said, jokingly curtseying him.

We both chuckled and he went to help Alex grab everybody’s stuff.

We followed everybody into the packhouse and went into the living room area; I always liked this packhouse living room. It was quiet and cozy; Dee and her workers kept it clean, and the fireplace was on, giving the room a warm and inviting aura.

Brody and Sarah occupied the loveseat. Becca sat beside me on the long couch and Luis sat beside her. Kayla stood awkwardly near the large bookcase, pretending to gaze at the books while tugging nervously at her fingers.

I frowned at her, though she wasn’t looking at me.

“Are you okay, Kay?” I asked, furrowing my brows at her.

“It’s just weird being in a wolf’s packhouse,” she admitted, turning to face me. “Faires tend to not go near wolf packs. It’s all very new for me.”

With all that’s been happening, I kind of forgot that Kay was a fairy and the fact that she had a whole family that could be worried about her right now.

Actually, all of them have families. I’m sure all the families besides mine and Sarah’s were worried and wondering where all their kids had gone off to.

“Do you guys need to call your families?” I asked, looking around at the group of people around me. Then my eyes landed on Kay. “If you need to call your family, you can, Kay.”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I probably should,” she said, giving me a small smile as she grabbed her phone out of her purse. “I haven’t talked to them in a while.”

“My dad already knows I’m here,” Sarah muttered. “Not that he would care regardless.”

I somehow doubted that he wouldn’t care where Sarah ran off to, but I decided not to say anything.

“I’ve been texting with my mom this entire time,” Becca said, showing me her phone. “She’s worried, but she’s glad I’m safe.”

“My parents hardly notice when I’m there; I doubt they’d notice or care that I’ve disappeared,” Brody said, wrapping an arm around Sarah.

I was never going to get used to that relationship.

I looked at Luis who was staring at his hands, almost sadly.

“It’s okay,” Becca said softly. “Tell them.”

Luis sighed and met my eyes.

“I’m an orphan,” he said in a breath. “My foster family weren’t good people when I turned 18 I cut contact with them.”

My heart shattered for him.

“I’m so sorry,” I breathed.

He gave me a small and sad smile.

“It’s fine,” he said in return.

The door of the living room opened, and I was pleased to see Dee walking in with a tray of cheese and crackers, along with a pot of tea.

“I thought I’d bring some snacks,” Dee said kindly, winking at me as she placed the tray on the coffee table.

She began to set up the mugs and poured some tea into each of them.

“I’m not sure how you like your tea, so I also brought some sweeteners, honey, and milk,” she continued as she placed all the stuff on the table for us to grab.

“Thanks, Dee,” I said kindly. “Oh, everybody. This is Deanna; the packhouse mother,” I introduced.

“But everybody calls me, Dee,” she added, her smile widening.

“You’re Alpha Colton’s mother?” Becca asked, raising her brows.

Dee chuckled and shook her head.

“Not technically,” she answered. “I have raised him since he came here at 9 years old. It’s kind of a long story. But no, I’m not his birth mother.”

“Oh, I see,” Becca said, her face reddening. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, dear. I get it a lot,” Dee said kindly, giving Becca a warm smile.

“Dee is the head worker,” I explained. “She’s basically the entire pack’s mother. She makes sure all their basic needs are met. Every worker in this packhouse answers to her. She’s also the head chef and cooks amazing food.”

“You flatter me,” Dee chuckled, waving her hand at me almost dismissively, but from her chuckle, I knew she was joking.

“Thank you, Miss Dee,” Kay said as she joined the group around the coffee table.

She picked up one of the mugs of tea and began to put some sugar inside the cup.

“Did you get a hold of your parents?” I asked her, noticing that she appeared to be happier.

She nodded as she ate a cracker.

“They aren’t as worried as I thought they’d be,” she shrugged. “They were very worried when they found out about the killings. The board had called all family members to alert them about it; they made sure to inform my parents that I wasn’t hurt, and our cell service wasn’t great during lockdown.”