My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
#Chapter 211 Jazzy the Dark Witch

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.

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.

"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.

Enzo could be the ticket to finding the strongest Volana to ever exist. Or at least his mother might be. I need to keep them close...

"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.”

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