My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 0523 The shadows emerged from the ground and covered my body, allowing me to blend in with the night and hide me from any onlookers. I was sure that there were a bunch of students and faculty that were watching.

I ran toward the direction of the parking lot; tears threatening to spill from my eyes. Enzo came into view and as he continued walking in the direction of the police officers and Scott, he froze.

He knew I was approaching; he could feel me nearby. But I didn’t stop near him; I ran past him and toward Scott who hadn’t noticed me yet. I couldn’t see his face, only the back of his head as the detective read him his rights and Headmaster Prescott stared down at him with such disappointment on her face.

It hurt my heart.

Scott might have done a lot of wrong in his life, but he wasn’t capable of something like this. I knew in my heart that he wasn’t.

“Lila!” I heard Enzo shouting as he ran after me.

Prescott turned her attention to me, and her eyes widened in shock.

“Lila, what are you doing—" “Stop, you can’t arrest him,” I panted, stopping beside the cop who had his hold on Scott's arms.

Scott turned to me and I saw this void in his eyes; it was a darkness that gave me a chill and made me freeze. It was unrecognizable and he looked back at me like he didn’t know who I was.

“Scott here just admitted to the murder of Merida,” Detective Sanchez told me; my heart fell deep into my stomach, and I suddenly felt like I was about to be sick. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

1 didn’t bother looking at Sanchez; my eyes remained on Scott.

“you didn’t kill anyone,” I told him, reaching my hand out to him, but he coiled away from me, making me drop my hand to my side. “Scott...” “We need to take him to the station,” one of the officers said, opening the back waiting police car. “It’s not safe for him to be here. He's a dangerous criminal.” “No, he’s not,” I said through my teeth, laring up at the officer. “He didn’tKkill g g Uf anybody.” “Lila, he confessed—" Prescott tried to say.

«I don’t care; he’s lying,” I quipped.

«1et them take him,” Enzo said from behind me; I turned to look at him through my unshed tears.

He looked stern and very mature, but I couldn’t believe what he was saying right

now. Was he really going to take their side over mine? He kept his eyes locked on mine; unwilling to break the eye contact.

“1 don’t know what's going on, but I know in my heart that he didn’t do this to her. He wouldn’t have...” I said, hating that my tears were no longer hiding behind my eyes, but now spilling across my cheeks.

He opened his mouth to say something but then Scott spoke first.

“Let them take me,” Scott said through his teeth, making me turn to face him.

“I'm a cold-blooded killer and I'll do it again. I killed that girl, and I killed those gammas too.” “What gammas?” I asked, furrowing my brows.

“There were a couple of gamma warriors found dead in the boy's dormitory,”

Detective Sanchez explained. “Scott confessed to killing them as well.” “It’s a lie,” I said, shaking my head. “It has to be.” “Why would he lie about something like that?” Headmaster Prescott asked; I could tell from her voice that she was trying to be reasonable.A growl escaped Scott as he struggled to break free from the cuffs that bound him; he was animalistic and unlike himself. Instinctly, Enzo grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him and away from Scott’s reach.

The officers surrounded him, trying to get him to calm down enough to get into the cop car. Detective Sanchez just shook his head while Headmaster Prescott looked remorseful.

Just as the door of the cop car opened, I stepped out of Enzo’s hold.

“Scott, wait,” I said, rushing toward him.

They all froze, and Scott looked at me; he

was breathing heavily through his nose like a bull. I stepped close to him and looked deep into his unnaturally dark eyes.

Something was seriously there. He wasn’t himself. He wasn’t there.

I remembered that Sarah had manipulated his mind in the past, but had never seen him like this before.

The more I looked into his eyes, the more he seemed to have relaxed, and I saw a flash of his normal eye color as if he was fighting against whatever was claiming stake to his mind.

I whispered in a voice that only he could hear, “What has she done to you?”