My Professor Is My Alpha Mate
He glanced at Hazel who had a glimmer of humor in her bloody eyes and a small chuckle escaped her lips without her meaning it to.
This infuriated Jazzy.
She marched over to Hazel and grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her air supply. As Hazle struggled for breath, Jazzy tightened her grip and peered deep into her red eyes.
“Why the hell would these wolves be searching for a nobody like you if you truly don’t know anything?” Jazzy asked through her teeth.
Hazel couldn’t speak; she could only gasp for breath and focus on not dying. After another second, Jazzy released her throat and stepped away, turning back to Paul.