My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 297

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Scott lay on the small cot, staring at the ceiling as he’d done for the past few days. There wasn’t much to do in the jail cell; there wasn’t much he could do. Had visited him and he was pleasantly surprised by how concerned and caring he seemed.

According to Alpha Enzo, his father hasn’t left the waiting room and is giving the dispatchers a hard time. That was the first time Scott had cracked a smile in what felt like an eternity.

As he lay on the cot, he thought about all the wrongs he had done in his life and all the people he had hurt. Of course, a lot of the wrongdoing was because of Sarah and the hold she had on his mind. But there were some things she didn’t manipulate; some things that he lied about.

That kiss that broke him and Lila up, wasn’t because Sarah manipulated him into it. He got lost in that moment and couldn’t help himself. He’s always felt an attraction toward Sarah, but he’s always loved Lila. There was never a question about it.

But kissing Sarah was something he had to do to get it out of his system. He told Lila it was because of Sarah’s manipulation, but that was a lie.

He just hoped that Lila would visit him someday so he could tell her the entire truth.

Not that it matters anymore; she found her mate; but his conscience is unclean, and he doesn’t want to get locked up forever until she knows the truth.

He’s surprised that Lila’s father is actually willing to investigate these murders a little bit more. Remembering the events that had happened, Scott was so sure that he was the one who killed those people.

That poor girl Merida was so frightened, and she cried while she begged for her life. But all Scott remembered was wanting her blood and needing to taste her pure beating heart. Though, he had no idea why.

It wasn’t until Alpha Enzo visited him and made him really think about the situation that he started to recognize that he had the same empty feeling he had when Sarah manipulated his mind. Once he came to terms with that fact, his mind began to clear, and he realized it wasn’t him that killed those people.

They were memories that were placed in his mind.

He just wished he knew who had done that to him.

His first thought was Sarah, but Alpha Enzo was positive that it wasn’t her. Actually, it was Lila that was positive and Alpha Enzo was just relaying the message.

Scott shook his mind clear as he sat up on the cot; why couldn’t he remember a face that stood in front of him and manipulated him?

He was so lost in his mind that the sound of the little window on his door opening startled him. He saw an officer peering through the window.

“Your father is here to visit again,” the officer muttered.

Chapter 297 Scott’s Memory

“Okay,” Scott managed to say, quickly recovering himself.

He hated that his father had to see him like this.

A second later, the door was opened, and his father rushed into the small cell. He had an expression on his face that Scott couldn’t read, but it was making him nervous.

“You are going to be released by the end of today!” His father said the expression that Scott couldn’t read was happiness.

Scott stood to his feet, not sure what his father was talking about. He must have gone mad or something.

“What?” Scott asked, mimicking his thoughts.

“They found the real killer; he tried to kill again, and he was caught. He admitted to the whole thing. Including framing you.”

“Who was it?” An unease filled Scott’s stomach and filled his throat like a nasty bile.

“One of the vampire professors, Roderick I think his name was,” his father said, shaking his head to remember the details.

Scott’s heart fell into his stomach as he stared at his father in disbelief. He knew Rod well; the two often spoke sports. Scott was one of the few that Rod actually cooperated with when he wasn’t hiding in the vampire den with the others.

He was the vampire dorm advisor and the bloodlust professor; one of the youngest professors at this school. He was also a hybrid, half werewolf, half vampire. It made him mysterious, and girls loved him.

Scott always found himself to be a little jealous of Rod, but he liked the guy just the same. It was difficult not to like him.

He never took him as a killer though, no. He couldn’t have been the killer.

He wondered if the same thing happened to Rod; did someone manipulate his mind as well?

But why?

“Alpha B astien and Alpha Jonathan are trying to find out more information and investigate a bit further, But they said you should be released by the end of the night,” his father continued. “You are getting out of here, son!”

Scott wanted to be happy about the news, but he wasn’t.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Rod; he found it to be unreal. That is until the officer who remained at the door chimed in.

“He’s telling the truth. I spoke to Alpha Jonathan myself.”

Scott snapped a look at the officer who had his arms folded across his chest.

“I guess it’s your lucky day,” he continued, narrowing his eyes at Scott as if he didn’t believe Scott to be

innocent.

Scott swallowed a lump in his throat and forced a smile to please his father.

“That’s wonderful news,” he said.

His father patted him on the back before turning to the officer.

“Can we uncuff him now?” His father asked..

“He still hasn’t been officially released yet,” the officer said, pressing his lips firmly together.

“But he will be and he’s going to need his wolf to be strong,” his father argued. “Let his wolf breathe.”

It would be nice to speak to Allister, his wolf, again.

“I promise I won’t break out of here,” Scott said, eyeing the officer carefully.

“It’s not like you could,” the officer scoffed. “These doors are made to keep wolves in.”

But on that note, he walked toward Scott with a set of keys, unlocked the cuffs around his arms, and unshackled his legs.

Scott had never felt freer.

Now that he could move his arms again, he took it upon himself to hug his father. He was surprised that his father returned the hug.

“I never doubted you for a second,” his father whispered to him.

“I know,” Scott said in return, and he truly did know.

His father was there from the very beginning telling people that he was innocent; he was grateful for that. But now they had to do the same for Rod; he couldn’t go down for this. Scott knew in his gut that Rod was innocent and that his mind was also manipulated.

“I’m going to the school to meet with Alpha B astien. Then we will be back this evening to get you out of here.”

Scott nodded.

His father turned with the officer and they both left the cell, shutting and locking the door once again.

Even though Scott was innocent, he was still locked in here like an animal. He sat back on the cot and buried his face in his hands, letting out a frustrated grunt.

“Is that any way to greet me?” A familiar voice roamed through his head, making him lift his gaze,

“Allister!” He breathed.

“Of course, it’s me,” his wolf said in return. “Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to rip all of those officer’s throats out? The way they manhandled us like were rabid beasts.”

“They thought we were killers,” Scott said. “I don’t blame them for how they treated us.”

“I wanted to show them what a real killer was like,” Allister muttered. “But I was locked away.”

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“Then it’s a good thing you were,” Scott said, trying not to cr ack a smile at his wolf’s antics.

He had missed Allister while he’d been locked in this cell; it felt good to have him back again.

“I can’t wait to shift and be able to run free again,” Allister sighed. “I don’t like this cell.”

“Soon, old wolf. Soon,” Scott assured him.

As Scott closed his eyes, he imagined Allister’s dark grey fur and piercing green eyes roaming through the forest grounds. Allister was a large wolf, just like his father’s wolf.

“And what’s this nonsense about you not remembering what happened?” Allister asked, sounding annoyed.

“What do you mean?”

“How can you not remember what that b itch did to us?”

Scott’s eyes popped open.

“Are you saying you remember what happened?”

“Of course, I do. I was there,” Allister quipped. “A wolf’s mind isn’t easily manipulated like a human’s.”

“Tell me what happened!” Scott said, his heart racing against his chest.

Before Allister could speak another word, a splitting headache formed at Scott’s temple and he closed his eyes, wincing in pain. He groaned miserably as the headache only intensified. He buckled over; feeling that bile returning to his throat; he was about to vomit from the pain.

Flashes and images appeared in the darkness of his closed eyes. At first, they were like pictures. They were memories of Merida and those officers dying. But then they faded away and Scott was standing at the open doorway of his dorm room, staring into space.

“You are the one who killed Merida and those guards downstairs,” her voice was clear in her mind. “You remember everything so vividly.”

“I remember everything so vividly,” Scott repeated like he was in a trance.

“You are a wild beast, and you are angry.”

Scott growled though he could hear Allister in the back of his mind telling Scott to hold on tighter and not give in to this mind manipulation. But Scott pushed Allister even further into his mind, making his voice small and inaudible.

Anger coursed through Scott and all he wanted was to hurt someone.

In the memory, Scott tried to focus his attention on the girl that stood before him. He tried to make his past self look at this girl’s face and identify her.

He started with her shoes; they were sneakers with bright green laces. Then he trialed up her fishnet leggings and to her short black skirt with a black belt which had little white skulls on it. His eyes trailed up her thin tank top and rested on her breasts for a moment.

“Focus,” Allister hissed; his voice coming louder.

Scott shook his head and continued to trail up her narrow neckline and saw the gold studded piercing in the girl’s nose.

He didn’t have to look into her eyes to know who it was.

Just as their eyes locked, Scott returned to the present moment where he sat in the jail cell. Sweat poured off the side of his face and he quickly stood to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest.

He needed to call B astien; he knew who manipulated his mind.

He knew who killed those people!