MY ALPHA, MY WITCH

Seraphina's PovThe moment I walked into the house, I felt the tension radiating from my mother. Her fierce gaze burned into me. She didn’t need to speak; the tension crackled in the air. I hesitated, my pulse quickening, but I knew better than to ask questions just yet.“Sit,” she ordered, her voice cold and sharp. It sent a chill down my spine. I quietly took a seat, my heart racing, waiting for her to explode. “Why didn’t you attend the coven’s meeting?” she asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “I... I was with Aiden.” The words had barely left my mouth before her fury erupted. She stood abruptly, pacing across the room, her fists clenched.“With that monster again?” Her voice was louder now, filled with venom. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing, Seraphina? Do you even understand the consequences?”I couldn’t see her eyes, but I felt her anger scorching through the air. I knew she was right to be upset, but I couldn’

Austin’s POVThe sun was setting over the McKenna mansion, everyone was having all the fun they could and I just gave a random smile, not like I knew them.But you know, when you’re handsome and fit, you get eyes on you wherever you walk in. Music pulsed through the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of high school seniors eager to celebrate Amy’s birthday.I walked in, feeling slightly out of place, but determined to enjoy the evening. “Hey Mel” A young lady waved towards two ladies sitting by the pool, and I looked towards them.I couldn’t pick who the ‘Mel’ was but I knew it wasn’t the lady that gave an answer.“Stop it, Amy. I’m not in the mood for that.” I smiled as I watched the two dramatic ladies, and took a seat right behind them waiting to see Jackson around somewhere.I knew who Amy was instantly, no wonder everyone was drooling over her.Her blonde hair caught the last rays of sunlight. She looked radiant in a light blue sundress that swayed with the breeze.Jackso

Amy’s POVThe clinking of cutlery against porcelain echoed through the dining room, but it all felt distant, like I was underwater, detached from everything around me. I sat at the table, staring blankly at my plate as the events of last night replayed in my mind.The party was supposed to be perfect, well, maybe it was. I had fun but I was worried about who the new guy was. He was going to throw me off balance."Amy, how was your party last night?" My mother’s voice pierced through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.I hadn’t even realized she’d spoken until the butler appeared beside me, holding a plate of roasted chicken. I jumped, startled, and the fork in my hand clattered to the floor.My mother’s brow furrowed as she looked at me, concern etched on her face. “Amy, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been quiet all morning.”I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat.All I could think about was the new guy. the one who had fallen into the pool with me, the

Amy’s POVI can't say why the house was really quiet, but I hoped it wasn't something bad. I took my chances and stepped into the house, looking around for anything that seemed unusual. “Ah, there she is!” My mother’s voice was bright, too bright. “Amy, come join us. We’re just about to sit down for dinner.”I forced a smile, already feeling the weight of expectation settling on my shoulders. “I’ve got a lot of homework to catch up on,” I said, trying to keep my tone polite but firm. “I think I’ll just head upstairs.”“Nonsense,” my mother replied, her smile never faltering. “You can do your homework later. Come and have dinner with us.”Before I could argue further, my dad’s voice cut through the tension. “Let her go, Helena,” he said, his tone gentle but authoritative. “If Amy says she has work to do, let her be.”My mother hesitated, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at me, but she finally nodded. “Fine. But don’t stay up too late, Amy.”“Thanks, Dad,” I said, flashing him

Amy’s POVThe broken doorknob still bothered me. How did it snap off with just a simple pull? I kept replaying the moment in my head, and it nagged at me all the way to the restaurant.I stayed quiet the whole drive, too distracted to make small talk with David. Not that he noticed much, or maybe he did, but he just wanted to leave me alone to my own world, smiling to himself as if nothing could ever go wrong.When we arrived, I could already feel the familiar sense of discomfort creeping in. This place, the restaurant, the staff, the way people whispered as we walked in, everything reminded me of the status we carried. The Brassfields and the Wesleys were household names in Berkeley City.Everyone knew we were wealthy, practically royalty around here. It wasn’t a new rumor, but somehow, as I got older, the weight of it all became suffocating. The attention, the expectations, it made my skin crawl.I could feel the eyes on me. They probably thought I was the luckiest girl in the world