My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Enzo’s POV

Jazzy was put in the holding cell, just underneath the Calypso packhouse, until further notice. We kept

her shackled with cuffs that kept her powers locked away and to our surprise, she told her coven to let

her go. It made me think she had other things planned and it worried me.

There were guards keeping their eyes on her 24/7; she wasn’t to be alone. Not even for a second.

When we first brought her to the holding cell, Alpha Bastien and I took turns asking her a series of

questions.

“Why were you working with Paul?”

“How did you meet Paul?”

“What was it that Paul was after?”

“Why didn’t you fight us when we took you away from your coven?”

She only sat there and stared at us with an expression that could only be described as amusement.

She

liked watching us squirm for answers and it was seriously pissing me off.

“Why does it matter?” She said, staring between the two of us. “You have me in your custody and Paul

is

dead. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Why did you take Hazel?” Bastien asked, narrowing his eyes at her. “What issues do you have with

her?”

This made her laugh, and her laugh sent a chill down my spine.

“She’s a traitor to her kind. She deserved everything that came to her,” Jazzy said and there wasn’t an

ounce of pity in her voice.

“How is she a traitor?” Bastien asked, glancing at me briefly before looking back at Jazzy who only

rolled her eyes.

“How is she not?!” Jazzy spat. “She’s on the side of those wretched Volana wolves.”

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“Is that why you were siding with Paul?” I asked, stepping toward her cell. “Because you wanted to get

rid of them.”

“That pathetic rogue wanted to become one,” she said, rolling her eyes again. “It was quite sad. He

was

obsessed. He thought if he became one, he’d be the strongest being to ever exist. I went along with it

because I had him under my complete control. Whether he knew it or not. I was going to use him to

take out the rest of the Volana population.”

“We would never let that happen,” Bastien said, shaking his head at her with disgust written all over his

face.

“You wouldn’t have had a choice,” she said, a smile appearing on her lips.

“He was going to turn himself into a Volana?” I asked, confused by the statement. “How is that

possible?”

“You need a witch and a Volana sacrifice,” she said, shrugging. “Of course, he wants to be the

strongest,

so a simple Volana wouldn’t work. He needed the strongest Volana to ever exist if he wanted to harvest

the strongest power.”

My heart fell into my stomach; the strongest Volana to ever exist?

I could tell Bastien was equally confused because he had a void look in his eyes as he glanced at me.

“Who is the strongest Volana?” I found myself asking.

I feared I already knew the answer.

But how could it be possible? How had we not known? She just learned how to control her abilities. It

wasn’t possible that Lila was the strongest Volana to ever exist. There was no hint of any indication that

Jazzy was talking about Paul, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Lila was indeed different than the

others even if she was young.

Jazzy kept her eyes locked on mine and I saw the answers written in them.

“I’m bored of this conversation, Alphas,” she said, looking away from me. “I won’t tell you anything

more.”

“Tell me who the strongest Volana is!” I growled.

Bastien held his hand up to keep from going any closer.

“Oh, but Alpha. You already know,” she said, that humor back in her eyes.

“We need to get her away from here,” Bastien said to me in a low tone. “Now.”

I nodded and turned away and as we started walking, I heard Jazzy’s chilling words from her cell.

“The product of true love between a Volana wolf and an Alpha will become the strongest Volana to ever

exist. As long as she survives… the Volana population with rise. If she ceases to exist, the population

will

fall.”

I only froze for a moment; Bastien grabbed my arm and pulled me further away. Jazzy’s words

completed and only the echoes of her laughter could be heard.

Bastien was right; we had to get Lila out of here.

…

Lila’s POV

Enzo wouldn’t let me see Jazzy for myself, despite the fact that I had questions as well. I felt useless

staying in the kitchen with Dee while the men were downstairs questioning their new prisoner.

“Have you heard from your mother?” Dee asked after I finished filling her in on everything that had

happened.

I nodded, taking a cookie off the plate on the counter.

“She’s still with Diana in her village. The shield is still intact and there are a lot more survivors than they

initially thought. They are in the process of healing and things are looking okay,” I answered, taking a

bite of the warm chocolate chip cookie.

Dee made the best cookies; I realized I hadn’t eaten all day, and it was almost nightfall.

“Are they going to be able to repair the village?” Dee asked and I could hear the worry behind her

words.

“I hope so,” I said in return. “I wish I could have seen it before it was destroyed. From what I saw, it was

beautiful.”

“It was,” Dee said, a faint smile on her lips.

“You’ve seen it?”

“I’ve visited in the past with some baked goods,” she admitted. “I tried to keep in touch with Diana while

Enzo was growing up, so she’d know he was.”

I frowned, confused.

“I thought only Volana wolves could access that village while the shield was up?”

“Hazel was able to grant certain wolves access to the village; she did it with very limited people, but I

was lucky enough to be granted that access. Considering I was the one taking care of Enzo and all.

She

didn’t know Enzo well, but she knew Diana would want to make sure her son was well while she

couldn’t

be there,” Dee explained.

I took another big bite of the cookie.

“I get it,” I said. “These are so good by the way.”

She chuckled.

“I put a little cinnamon in it as a secret ingredient,” she told me proudly. “How is Hazel by the way?

Enzo

told me she was in the hospital.”

“I’m not really sure,” I admitted. “I hope I’ll know more information soon though.”

“Keep me updated if you find out anything before, I do. I kind of want to pay her a visit for myself.”

I nodded in agreement.

“We could go together,” I said and before she could respond, the kitchen door opened.

Enzo and my father came into the kitchen and they both had identical worried expressions.

“Hey,” I said, shoving the last of the cookie into my mouth. “Everything okay?”

“I need you to go back to the school,” Enzo said, his voice grim.

I frowned at him.

“Now?” I asked. “Why?”

“Well, for starters you have class tomorrow. It’s Monday,” my father answered him. “Secondly, it’s safer

for you there than it is here.”

“I don’t understand… why isn’t it safe for me here?” I asked, standing to my feet.

Enzo came over to me and I saw the compassion lingering in his eyes as he placed his hands on my

shoulders.

“Because there’s a witch here and we are suspicious of her. We don’t know what she’s planning but

capturing her was way too easy. Especially considering she is the strongest dark witch to ever exist,”

Enzo explained. “I don’t want you both in the same area.”

“But she has shackles that keep her powers locked away,” I told them.

“It’s still dangerous. Those aren’t guaranteed.”

I pouted at him.

“But what about you? Are you going to be safe here?” I asked.

Enzo gave me a small smile and leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips. I knew he was only being

gentle because my father and Dee were watching us, but the strength of our mate bond was making

me want him so much at that moment and I knew he felt the same way.

“I’ll be safe,” he breathed against my lips. “I’ll take you back to the school myself though considering

your car is there.”

I nodded and kissed him again.

When we parted, I went to my father to hug him.

“Keep me updated on Hazel and Mom, okay?” I asked him.

“Of course, Lila Bean. Just focus on staying safe… and your studies.”

“I will,” I said, pulling away from him.

I hugged Dee next.

“Be safe too,” I whispered to her.

She nodded and grabbed some Tupperware.

“Take some cookies to go,” she ordered, winking at me as she piled the entire plate of cookies in the

Tupperware.

I laughed.

“I won’t argue with that,” I chuckled.

…

Third Person POV

“Alpha… they took the dark witch,” one of Jonahan’s spies had said through a mindlink. “That witch is

the one you wanted right? The one who was helping Paul?”

“Yes,” Jonathan answered. “You did well by staying by his side and keeping watching over him. You

can

return here to your home.”

“Thank you, Alpha… but what are you planning next? Alpha Bastien and Alpha Enzo have the witch

now.”

“Don’t worry about that. They won’t have her for long…