I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 339

Ella’s POV

I flew out of bed before Colton could say anything or attempt to stop me. I quickly got dressed, putting on a comfortable blouse and skirt instead of that dress and then I threw my dark curls not a bun.

“What time are they going to be here?” I asked as I quickly adjusted myself and made myself look decent in his long-standing mirror.

Colton was almost fully dressed as he cautiously watched me.

“In a few minutes. He didn’t want me to refuse him, so he didn’t tell me until he was almost here,” Colton said shaking his head with dismay written all over his face.

I could tell he was nervous about my reaction, but my heart was racing rapidly against my chest and my brain was running at lightning speed. I couldn’t even think straight; all I could think about was that Rachel, the girl who nearly got me killed, and killed so many others, was coming to this packhouse.

I had no idea what I was going to say to her.

Was she coming here to see me?

“Can we talk about this before you go downstairs?” Colton asked, stepping toward me once he was fully dressed.

“Did he say why he was bringing her here?” I asked, turning to face him.

“Only that she wanted to see you,” Colton said. “Apparently she’s been self-isolating, and you are the first one she wanted to see.”

My head was swimming with this information.

Before he could say anything more, I turned and quickly ran toward the door.

“Ella!” He tried to call after me, but to no prevail; I was already out of the room.I ran down the long hallway until I reached the grand staircase.

I heard Beta Ethan walking across the front foyer and the sounds of an engine outside.

“Ella?” Bri asked as I ran past her on the staircase. She was in the process of walking upstairs when she saw me running down them. She paused and watched me with such concern on her face. “Are you okay?” She called after me.

“No time to talk!” I told her over my shoulder.

Ethan was about to open the door, but then he froze when he saw me, and his eyes narrowed.

“Open the door,” I urged as I stepped closer to him, trying to steady my rapidly beating heart, I placed my hand over my chest.

I knew my father was there; I could hear his car and I sensed his presence.

I soon realized how rude I sounded, so I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Please, open the door,” I said, much more relaxed and offering him a simple smile.

I heard Colton walking down the steps behind me and Bri asking him what was going on. I ignored them as Colton explained to her what was happening.Ethan grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open, allowing the bright rays of sunlight to flood into the packhouse.

I thanked him and ran past him as Colton shouted for me to slow down.

My father’s familiar car sat in front of the packhouse, and my father got out first. He gave me a wary look and then he glanced at everyone who stood at the doorway behind me.

I was completely shaking.

“Where is she?” I demand to know, trying to keep my voice calm and my wolf under control.

My father met my eyes, and I knew he had concerns and questions, but as he continued to assess my face his expression softened, he turned toward the car, motioning with his head for her to exit the car.

Slowly, the door opened, and Rachel’s familiar fishnet stalking was seen as she stepped out of the car. She wrapped her arms around her body like she was trying to hold herself together.

Her face was bright red as she lifted her gaze and met my eyes.Colton was walking toward me, and I knew he was about to grab me and hold me back. I knew he was worried about my reaction and what I might do. But I knew he was also worried about what Rachel might do.

We didn’t know for certain whether she was safe or not and I knew that scared him.

But I trusted that my father wouldn’t bring her here without knowing for certain if it was safe.

Before Colton could reach me, I began to run toward Rachel, watching as her entire body froze.

Just as I reached her, I lunged at her. At first, she looked surprised, and I heard gasps from around me, but with one look at my face, her body relaxed, and her arms opened as I threw myself into them.

Everybody was stunned and silent as I hugged Rachel tightly, the two of us sobbing into one another.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried at the same time as I said, “This wasn’t your fault.”

“I almost got you killed,” she sobbed, tears soaking into my blouse, which was fine because I was getting tears and snot all over her as well.

“You were possessed by darkness. Anybody in their right mind could see that,” I cried in return. “None of this was your fault.”

“I killed so many people…” she sobbed, her entire body trembling and shivering. “I killed my own father!”

“Everybody knows it wasn’t you. None of this is your fault…” I repeated.

“I was so scared,” she sobbed.