My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Chapter 246 Darkness

Third Person POV

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she ordered of him. He was no older than 18; a freshly new gamma warrior, and perfect for what she needed. She could smell his innocence from miles away and that pleased her very much. The Alpha did say that she could help herself to 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

he was missing, and she wanted it as well. He was rather good–looking, and she liked his innocence. Douglas

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 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 with recognition in its eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it; she would never be afraid of

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