My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 246 Darkness

Third Person POV

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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

allowed him to do it. She wanted him to have a little taste of what he was missing, and she wanted it as well. He was rather good–looking, and she liked his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from her mouth and ran his

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 musical heart that she’d come to love so much. It continued to beat in her grip. His entire body began to tremble violently as horror and realization of what was happening surfaced in his mind. He didn’t have much longer to think though, because soon she was ripping her hand out of his chest. He stared down at her hand, only a couple of seconds of life left in him. The last thing he saw before meeting his fatal end, was the rest his beating heart, still beating, and out separate from his body. He first fell to his knees, covering of his body in blood, and then he fell face–first to the ground. Dying. A smile gleamed on her lips as she turned to the cauldron; she could already see the darkness luring around it, eager to be set free. She smiled at it; welcoming it back to the land of the living. She had missed it and longed to see it again. Jazzy watched as this darkness slithered out of the cauldron, taking the form of the familiar snake that had come to her days after her parent’s death. It had golden eyes and venomous fangs, poisonous to the touch. It looked at her

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