My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

o } Chapter 0415 / “And this particular Coven cares because I Jazzy is my sister.” I closed my eyes, allowing her words to settle in. They seemed surreal, but they almost made sense. Just as I finally found words to speak, there was a knock on the door.

“Are you up for another visitor?” I found myself asking instead of the series of questions I wanted to ask.

“It’s the researcher,” she breathed, sounding exhausted. “I asked him to come here with the protein mix. I'd like to help you.” I was surprised by this; I wasn’t going to make her do this here and now, but it seemed he was already here, wasn’t going to argue so I just gave her a faint smile and nodded as I stood to my feet and went to open the door.

\ The researcher stood outside the door } looking a bit worried as he clutched the mix firmly in his hands.

I I greeted himasI normally would and stepped aside for him to enter the room.

] “Hello, Madam Hazel,” the researcher / said, bowing his head. “I brought the sage you requested along with the mix.” “Good,” she said calmly. “I'm alittle too weak, so I'll need your help.” “Of course; what can I do for you?” The researcher asked, approaching her bedside.

“Burn the sage sticks and walk around the room,” she said slowly. “Make sure the smoke of the sage gets in each corner.” ug »n ats : - h Sure,” he said with a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

Alpha, come sit by my bedside and hold the mix. I need it close to me.”

“Okay,” I'said, taking a seat beside her I and taking the mix from the researcher's hands.

- { At that moment, I smelled the sweet and florescent scent of the sage being burned I as the researcher began his journey I around the room, pausing at each corner and making sure the smoke lingered there for each moment before moving on to the next.

In a low and calm tone, Hazel began to speak in a language I didn’t recognize.

But each word she spoke drew me in and caused me to be calmer each second. The scent of the sage grew stronger, and the overall atmosphere felt protected and cared for.

I realized that Hazel’s eyes were closed and she, with great effort, lifted her bruised arms above her head, facing her palms to the ceiling as she spoke a bit louder as if she was speaking to the heavens above.

I felta light gust of wind, which was odd ) because we were inside, and the sweet smell of the earth filled my senses and I calmed my entire body. I felt the troubles I of my mind erasing and for a second, I almost fell asleep.

What brought me back to the present moment was the feeling of her hand on the mixture canteen I held in my hands. I opened my eyes and saw that she was staring at the mixture with such intensity I thought she was going to burn a hole in the canteen.

Her grip was firm and that’s when I realized it was also glowing a light green color. I stared in amazement, shocked at what was happening before my eyes.

I saw the researcher taking quick looks in our direction as well, but he continued to circle the room with the sage while she I continued to speak her enchantment.

I The mixture began to move on its own as I ifit were being mixed with a finger or

something, but none of us were touching ) it.

Soon, the movements of the mixture stopped, and her words died down; the \ sage seemed to have stopped burning on I 3 I its own and all that was left was silence.

I Another smell hit me and it made me almost drop the canteen. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, my goddess...” The researcher said as he approached; the smell must have hit him as well. That familiar and horrid smell made our stomachs turn.

Even Hazel had her nose scrunched as she took in the scent.

“The masking spell has been broken,” she announced, tiredly. “The true mixture is what remains in your hands and now you know the truth.” 7 .

Yeah, we knew the truth all right, and telling from the researcher's face, he knew exactly what this was.

\ He didn’t need to say the words for me to ) know, but he looked up at me anyway, I taking the canteen from my frozen hands. I I and his words brought me to my feet.

“Wolfsbane.”