I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

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.
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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.