MY PROFESSOR IS MY ALPHA MATE - Season 3 Episode 11

Third Person POV

Jazzy looked herself over in the mirror that sat above her vanity. She brushed her slender fingers

through her long, curly dark locks of hair, allowing it to fall back in place around her narrow features.

She’s always been told she was pretty, and it wasn’t until recently that she started to feel as if she truly

was.

Growing up she had always been told that shifters were the enemy. She didn’t know how true that was

until a shifter killed her parents. This shifter happened to be a Volana wolf.

She was only 10 years old at the time and her sister was 20 years old. Since then, it’s just been Jazzy

and

her sister.

Until it wasn’t.

Her sister betrayed her trust and befriended a wolf; but not just any wolf… a Volana wolf. The most

powerful of the wolf clan and the vein of Jazzy’s existence.

Jazzy hasn’t seen eye-to-eye with her sister in a long time. But since her sister befriended the very

breed

that took their parents away, she despised her sister more than anything.

She moved to Starcove and started a new life with witches and other sorcerers who understood her.

She

studied the art of dark magic and throughout the many centuries she’s been alive, she became one of

the best dark witches to ever exist.

Her coven and all Starcove belong to her, and she will never allow anyone to take what is hers.

Not again.

A prophet had come to her from one of her elder witches stating that a Volana she-wolf will rise from

the product of love and become the most powerful Volana to ever exist. She will be the rise of the

Volana population and restore the nation.

The thought of a Volana wolf that powerful walking these lands royally pissed Jazzy off. They didn’t

deserve to live in this world after the torment they had caused throughout the centuries.

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She needs to find out who this Volana is and put an end to her. But the only way to get rid of this wolf

is to drain her of everything she is and then end her miserable little life.

Jazzy met Paul when he came to her seeking a favor. Everybody in the world knows of the dark witch

so

she wasn’t surprised when she was seeked out. But she was amazed that Paul, being a wolf, had

enough

balls to come to Starcove knowing that it’s made of witches that don’t particularly welcome wolves with

open arms. But Paul walked through like he owned the goddamn place and found Jazzy in her witchery

shop.

“You reek of mutt,” Jazzy pointed out, curling her top lip as she stared at Paul’s disgusting dog-like

face.

Even in his human form, he looked like a dog. His stench alone made her want to throw up.

“Are you the dark witch, Jasmine?” Paul asked, ignoring her insult.

She narrowed her emerald eyes at him.

“Who wants to know?” She asked, giving him no signs of emotions.

“The name is Paul; I was the Delta of the Calypso pack, just north of here,” he explained.

Jazzy had heard of the Calypso pack and the fall of their leader; seeing the third in command standing

before her was surprising to her.

“I thought you would have been dead like the rest,” Jazzy said through her teeth.

“I fled with some others,” he admitted. “I’ve been for the past year, waiting for things to calm down so I

can return to take over as Alpha. That title belonged to me, but it was taken by someone who doesn’t

even belong to our pack. Someone who lived his life as a rogue. He’s not even old enough to take over

yet.”

“Then why not just take it?” She asked, folding her arms across her chest. “Surely it can’t be difficult if

he’s just a kid.”

“He has a lot of warriors on his side. I’m afraid I don’t have much of anything and I don’t have a chance

against them on my own,” he said. “I’ve been in hiding for so long that I don’t have an army or anyone

on my side.”

“And you still feel you deserve to be Alpha of that pack?” Jazzy asked, slightly amused now. “After you

fled for the past year? What makes you so deserving?”

“I did everything for that pack for years. I fled to save my own life. Our old Alpha was the reason for the

fall, and I wasn’t going to go down with him and his beta. I did what I could to survive, but I’m back

now…” he paused for a moment, and Jazzy waited for him to continue. “I returned to the pack, and

they

banished me.”

“Banished you?” Jazzy asked, raising her perfectly trimmed brows. “You’re a rogue now?”

Shame crossed Paul’s face, but he nodded his head once.

“How delicious,” Jazzy smirked, leaning across her counter in a cat-like pose. “So, tell me, Rogue.

What

do you want from me?”

“I want your help to get rid of this new Alpha and make them see me as their new Alpha,” he finally said

in one breath.

This made Jazzy laugh.

“And why the hell would I help a wolf?” She asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

“I can give you whatever you want,” he said, bowing his head to her. “I’m yours to command. Just tell

me what you want and it’s yours.”

“You can’t possibly have anything I want,” she said rolling her eyes.

But then, she froze.

“Your former Alpha, his name was Blaise, correct?” She asked.

He lifted his gaze to hers and nodded slowly.

“That’s correct,” he answered.

“Who’s this new Alpha?”

His aura darkened and a growl escaped from his throat, showing just how pissed he was.

“His name is Enzo. Blaies’s son,” he seethed.

“If I remember the stories correctly, Blaise was on the hunt for Volana wolves?”

Paul nodded but this time, he added an eye roll.

“Yes,” he answered. “And get this… Enzo’s mother is a Volana wolf. But somehow the gene skipped

him.

Blaise banished her a long time ago after she got rid of her abilities. They’ve been hiding somewhere in

the rogue territory with other Volanas and now he’s taking over the pack.”

Her eyes widened.

“There are others?” She asked.

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“Yes, a lot of them,” he answered. “But they are in hiding. I hear they have some kind of witch barrier

around their village.”

Jazzy’s heart fell into her stomach, a witch barrier?

She only knew of one witch who would be stupid enough to help the Volana wolves. Even more fury

rose through her as she clenched her fists.

Paul was her gateway to finding that Volana and ending them once and for all; once she ends that

Volana, all the others will fall with it. Jazzy knew she wasn’t powerful enough to defeat this Volana on

her own, but maybe if Paul somehow obtained her abilities, they could work together to conquer this

nation. Paul could get what he wants, and she would get what she wants.

She looked up at Paul, a sly smile appearing on her lips.

“Maybe we can help each other after all,” she finally said.

Back in the present moment, Jazzy finished dressing and gave herself one last look in the mirror before

smiling with satisfaction and leaving her room. She went downstairs of her Coven house, ignoring

those

who greeted her on the way down.

She made her way down to the basement where their dungeon was placed. She heard the screaming

and agonizing pains of her captor. Someone who had once gotten away from her when she was so

close to finding this Volana wolf; someone she knew had the information she sought.

She opened the rooms to the dungeon and paused when she saw one of her guards shackling Hazel.

Hazel struggled against the chains, but they burned her flesh being poisonous to sorcerers.

Tears stained her face as she screamed for mercy, but mercy doesn’t live here.

Hazel’s pale green eyes shifted upward as Jazzy stood over her and Jazzy swore Hazel stopped

breathing.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to recapture you,” Jazzy said with a grin. “I knew you’d leave your barrier

sooner or later.”

“Why are you doing this?” Hazel gasped between sobs.

“Because I know you know the information I seek. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way,”

Jazzy seethed, lowering herself so she was at eye level with Hazel.

“I’ll never tell you anything!”

“We’ll see about that, now, won’t we?” Jazzy said with a chuckle. She stood to her feet and turned her

back toward her, but just as she started to walk away, she paused. “Welcome back to hell… my dearest

sister.”