My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 246 Darkness

Third Person POV

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do whatever she needed, and this was exactly what she needed. She stood at the window of the room she was given, staring up at the moonlight and allowing the rays to dance off her bright and radiant features. She closed her eyes and thought about the day her parents died. She had watched with her own eyes as a Volana wolf bit into their raw flesh and tore them both to pieces. Their magic wasn’t strong enough to defend themselves and Jazzy had screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of her parents meeting their fatal end. It was her older sister, Hazel, who had covered Jazzy’s eyes from the gruesome scene and then got her out of there before the Volana wolf turned its attention, and sharp canines, to them. Jazzy had a mixture of emotions running through her, but the one that stuck with her was anger. Of course, at the time, she didn’t want to admit such a thing. While others around their village, including her sister, mourned the death of her beloved parents, Jazzy was stewing in her own anger. Furious that such a thing could happen and not a thing was getting done about it. It was during that time, that Jazzy had wept. The tears that escaped her eyes and soaked over her young features were filled with hatred; they were filled with anger. They were filled with darkness. It was those memories and that hatred that filled the tears she cried while staring up at the moonlight. They were tears that were filled with so much darkness that it was enough to summon the darkest of demons. As she cried and stared the moon through her window, she hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as a child. A tune that stuck with her for all of her life; it was the same time that she hummed the night she summoned him for the first time by accident. “It got cold in here…” the words of that young warrior broke through her thoughts. He was wrapping his arms around his body and shivering, he stared wide–eyed at Jazzy as she turned to him. They were in silence for a long while and she admired that he was bold enough to speak first. “You’re crying.” he said, frowning. There was genuine concern on his face. Men were so easily manipulated; all it took was a pretty face. “Are you okay?” She walked over to the small black cauldron she had set up in the center of her room and allowed a few droplets of her tears to fall inside. She heard it sizzle, though there was no heat applied. She turned to Douglas and gave him a sweet and yet seductive smile. “Tell me Douglas…” she said, stepping closer to him, swaying her hips and drawing his eyes to her lovely curves. “Have you ever felt the touch of a woman?” His brows rose at her question as he scanned her face. “I’m not sure I understand your question, madam,” he said, annoyingly formal. She gave him another smile while biting onto her plump bottom lip, chewing on it as she looked him over. He was a tall boy with large muscles and a nice face. But the scent of purity was evident to her. She placed a hand on his bicep and closed the gap between them. “I mean.” she began, leaning toward his car so she could whisper into him, allowing her breath to tickle the side of his face. “Have you ever made love before?” She could see the hairs on his arms standing and his entire body tensed. Her tongue swept over his earlobe gently and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. She ran her slender fingers up his broad chest through his shirt and gripped his shirt gently. “L.I have not…” he stammered, his voice dropping to a whisper as if he was afraid, they’d be overheard. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but she stifled it. She ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his cheek, making him look at her. His breathing had deepened, as did hers. It was he who had closed the rest of

little taste of what he was missing, and she wanted it as well. He was rather good–looking,

into her chest so he could be buried in her breasts. He kissed and nibbled on her exposed nipples making her throw her head back in pure satisfaction. She ran his fingers through his hair as he kissed up her chest and went back to kissing her lips. She deepened the kiss, allowing her tongue to explore his mouth curiously while running her fingers up his bare chest under his shirt. She pressed her palm to his heart and felt it beating under her touch. It was a rhythmic heartbeat; like it was pumping to the beat of a song. She enjoyed the feeling of it, she enjoyed it a lot. Her fingers had curved as she continued to kiss him; he was completely hooked to her like she was some sort of drug. A smile tugged at her lips at the very thought of it. Just as her fingers had punctured through the flesh of his chest, she heard him gasping with her kiss. But she didn’t stop kissing him, nor did he stop kissing her. She felt the warm pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and soaking to the ground around their feet. He gasped again as pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into him. His shirt was completely red and soaked with his blood. His entire body stilled as she pulled her lips away from his and stared up at his terrified and hollow eyes. He was completely frozen, unable to move a single muscle. Her fingers dug even deeper, eager to get to their destination. He only let out a squeak of pain, but nothing more. Soon, her hand was wrapping around that beating

as it takes to rid this world of Volana wolves. A dream we’ve had for a long time that can now come to reality. We finally have the girl, the strongest Volana to ever exist, in our grasp. With her, we can finally complete our plan. Feed, my love.” She squeezed the heart until blood poured from it, the snake snapped its teeth at the heart and then hissed as it opened its mouth wide, taking in every drop of blood offered. Then, Jazzy dropped to the still heart to the ground and watched as the snake devoured it whole. Soon, the snake was bowing its head at her. Darkness returned to it, covering it and hiding the snake from her viewing. She took a steady step away from it and watched as the darkness only grew to cover what was being born within. She waited with anticipation and a pounding heart until the darkness began to fade away and, in its place, stood a tall, broad, and naked gentleman. He was devilishly handsome with long, sleek, black hair and golden eyes that