I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 300

Ella’s POV

I woke up on the couch in Colton’s packhouse.

I don’t even remember how I got there, but Dee was placing a cold cloth on my forehead when I finally came through. She looked worried, but when she saw that my eyes had fluttered open, she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank goddess,” she said lovingly before standing to her feet. “Colton, she’s awake.”

Colton rushed toward me and sat on the edge of the couch, running his fingers down the side of my face.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he said gently; I saw sadness in his eyes, and it hurt my heart to see him like this. “I’m glad you came back to me.”

His image became distorted as tears filled my eyes.

“Please tell me it’s not true,” I croaked, not wanting to remember what I was just told. I didn’t want to relive the moment my father told me that Scott was dead.

“I’m so sorry…” he breathed, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips.

My heart shattered and crumbled inside of me. Scott had done a lot of wrong in his life and we might not have been together anymore, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to die. He was never supposed to die.

He was supposed to be the Alpha of his pack and live a long and healthy life.

“Ella!” I heard my name from the doorway as Becca rushed into the living room.

When I looked at her face, I saw that she had been crying. Her entire body trembled as she threw herself at me, wrapping her arm around me.

“This can’t be happening. How did this happen?!” She sobbed.

I looked at Colton through my tear-filled eyes.

“How did this happen?” I asked; glad my voice came out stronger than I felt.

“I’ll get your father,” he said, kissing my forehead gently before standing and running out of the room.

Moments later we were joined by Kay and Luis. Kay had bloodshot eyes, so I knew she’d been crying too. Luis looked sad, but he wasn’t crying.

“I didn’t know him…” Kay admitted softly. “But I know he didn’t deserve this. Nobody does.”

“Why does everybody keep dying?” Becca cried as Luis wrapped his arms around her.My father soon walked into the living room, his face pale and grim. Colton was behind him and returned to my side. He wrapped me in his arms and held me tightly; I was content basking in his warmth, but my heart hurt so much that I could hardly think about anything else.

“I’m glad you came back to us, Ella Bean,” my father said, approaching me. “I am so sorry I had to be the one to bear this news.”

“What happened?” I asked again, wiping the tears off my face.

My father sighed and looked around at my friends before his eyes landed on me.

“He was ripped apart from the inside out,” my father explained, making me wince at his words. Colton held me tighter as if he was afraid, I was going to crumble to the ground. He held me like he was holding me together. “They aren’t sure what caused it. But his heart was ripped out.”

“Do they have any leads?” Colton asked.

“They are looking into all the officers,” my father answered. “They are the only ones that had access to him. Oddly, none of them saw what happened.”

“They should all get fired,” Becca sobbed.

“Isn’t it weird that Scott dies as soon he wants to talk to us about something?” I asked, drawing everyone’s attention to me. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”

“You think whoever killed him was trying to keep him quiet?” Colton asked.

I didn’t have to say anything for him to understand what I was saying.

“The chief is looking at security footage to see who entered Scott’s cell,” my father explained. “Hopefully we will know more information soon.”

“How’s Alpha Emmet?” I asked; remembering that Emmet was here as well.

“Not good,” my father said, sighing. “I’m not sure he will recover from this. I know I wouldn’t be able to if something like this happened to you or your siblings.”

He shook his head with sadness written all over his face.

“Where is he?” I asked, my voice was barely audible now.

“We set him up in one of the guest rooms,” Colton explained. “We gave him sleep meds to help him rest. He’s not going to be any good to anyone wound up like he was.”

I nodded, not realizing that it was late in the evening.

Brody entered the room and he looked drained.

“Sarah’s not doing so good, you guys,” he said, looking at my father and then at Colton. “She wasn’t feeling well before this. She was pale and tired; when she left the bathroom earlier, she had some blood on her shirt. She told me it was from a bloody nose, but I think she was lying. I think she’s really sick.”

My heart fell into my stomach; I knew something had been wrong with Sarah since I saw her in that closet at school. She wasn’t well then, I knew she wasn’t well now. But she seemed to be managing since then.

“Where is she?” I asked, standing to my feet.

“In our room,” he answered.

Colton kept a hold of my hand as we made our way out of the living room. My father and Brody followed us as we went up the stairs and toward the guest room that Brody shared with Sarah. I could hear her crying from outside the door, which broke my heart even more. But her crying soon turned to distress and sounds of pain, which made a knot form in the pit of my stomach.

I quickly rushed into the room to see her holding onto her stomach. She was sweating profusely, and her entire body was trembling.

She groaned out in pain; Brody rushed to her bedside, sitting beside her.

“Hey, I’m here. It’s okay…” he whispered to her, running his fingers down the side of her face.

“What’s happening to her?” I asked, staring at Brody and then up at my father who was staring at Sarah with furrowed brows, confusion in his eyes.

“After the news about Scott, she started to cry and then she started having all this pain in her body. It was so bad that she ended up passing out. When she woke up she had a fever and the pain got worse,” Brody explained.

“I’ll call the pack doctor,” Colton said, grabbing his phone and rushing out of the room.

“I’ll call her father,” my father said grabbing his phone and following Colton out of the room.

I went to Sarah’s bedside and sat with her, holding onto her hands, I asked, “Sarah, tell me what hurts.”