The Alpha King and The Witch Supreme

Aminda.

I flinched when I heard the sound of crystal shattering on the floor. My stepfather's voice was thunderous, and I remained hidden. I wasn't in the mood to argue with Alister and my mother.

"Where is your daughter at this hour, Coraline?!" he was angrier than ever. I peeked from behind a flower vase in the hallway. My mother looked really nervous. It was a shame how her confidence dwindled after marrying that man two years ago.

"Alister, please calm down, dear. I keep calling her, but she’s not answering. She must be on her way home,” Mother's voice trembled.

"Do you know what’s at stake, Coraline?! Think!"

Alister poked my mother's forehead with his finger as he spoke.

“She is a responsible kid; I’m sure she is fine,” she pleaded.

“She is next in line to become Witch Supreme, Coraline. Not even you could become one. Your sister is the one sitting on the throne at this moment. Giving birth to Aminda has to be your only accomplishment in life!”

My mother lowered her head. She is a beauty with long blond hair and is slender and youthful. If my father were still alive, this man would never have had a chance with her.

“Go to your quarters, Coraline. I’ll wait for her. She can not keep ditching her security. We can not risk anything bad happening to her.”

This power-hungry scoundrel thinks he can stick around after I become Queen. I waited until my mom left to come out. I knew what was coming. I put my long platinum hair over my shoulders and adopted a straight posture. I hated that I was still wearing my school uniform's skirt. I had gone to the Abyss Forest after school with Deandra and Bessa. We liked to spend time there, practicing our magic and admiring the bodies of the young werewolves when they came for runs during full moons. Thanks to our abilities, we could hide our scents and become invisible. That was our little secret.

“I’m back, Alister. You don’t need to disrespect my mother that way.”

Alister was next to me in seconds, grabbing me painfully by my forearm. He was still seething. I had to tilt my head back to look him in the eye. He was over six feet tall, and his long hair looked disheveled from running his fingers through it several times. When he spoke to me, he got awfully close for my liking.

“Where were you, rabbit?” His breath caressed my face, smelling of whisky and tobacco.

“I was with my friends. It’s Friday; it’s not even that late!”

He grabbed my other arm and pulled me closer. I wished I had all my powers now. I hated the rituals and technicalities I needed to go through to access them.

I pulled my head back, trying to escape him, but it was fruitless. His mouth was almost touching my neck as he spoke huskily. I felt nauseous, and my skin crawled.

“Tell me, rabbit, were you a good little girl today?” He touched the crook of my neck with his nose and inhaled deeply.

“Get off of me, Alister.” I tried to kick him, but it was useless. He turned me around forcefully, and one of his clammy hands crawled under my skirt along my thigh.

“Tell me, Aminda. If I touch you there, will I still find you intact?” My breath hitched. He had done this on other occasions, checking if my virginity was still intact. His fingers snaked along the line of my panties, and he ran his nose up and down my neck.

“Aminda, are you back?” My mother’s voice came from the corridor. Alister pulled his hand away just in time, threatening me with his gaze.

“The day I don’t find you intact, Aminda, you’re free game.”

With that, he stormed off, leaving me enraged.

“Aminda? Are you okay, honey?” My mother tried to touch my pale face, but I stepped back.

“Mother, why did you have to marry him? Why?” I looked at her accusingly.

“He just worries about you, honey. After all, your aunt Marilla appointed him as your guardian. Me marrying him was just a formality. Don’t forget, you will soon be our Witch Supreme.”

“Oh, how can I ever forget? That’s all I’ve ever heard about. But I’ll be damned if I let Alister or Aunt Marilla manipulate me once I come to power.”

I ran to my room and took a shower. Alister always made me feel dirty. I towel-dried my hair and put on a robe. I study myself in the mirror. My hair is platinum blonde, and I have violet eyes. I'm 5'7" with a slender but curvy figure. In a few weeks, I'll turn 18. Some rituals have to be performed to awaken the rest of my powers. One of them is to lose my virginity. I can not be sure if I want to get access to the black side of magic. Aunt Marilla doesn't care who pops my cherry as long as it's done. Alister is panting to get the chance to do it himself. I will choose who will be the one.

My mind drifted to the werewolf I saw a few hours ago. Tonight was a full moon. My friends and I went early to Abyss Forest to watch the werewolves run. They couldn't see us, but we got the eye treat of our lives. The strongest and tallest of them was leading the pack. They stopped at a clearance, shifting to their human forms. His body was chiseled with muscles and abs. The shewolves surrounded him, trying to get lucky with him tonight. I drifted my eyes down south, and his semi-hard erection was long and thick. I salivated, thinking about how it would look tough. Suddenly, his eyes met mine, or it seemed like it. We decided to leave before we were discovered. At least I found the guy I will lose my virginity to.

I was at the Hendrix Institute of Witchcraft a few weeks later with my friends. Deandra, Besa, and I were planning my birthday shenanigans.

"Are you sure you can sneak away from Alister?"

Deandra questioned me as she munched on her sliced cucumbers. Her hair was black with blue streaks on the sides. Our uniforms consisted of a black blazer with the school's crest. A white shirt and a black plated skirt. We all put our personal touches, though. Deandra was wearing maroon and black striped long stockings that matched our ties. Besa had knee-high black boots and fishnet stockings. Mary Jane, I prefer a garter belt with black thigh highs and stiletto heels.

" I always do. I'm an expert now," I said confidently. I sipped my strawberry banana smoothie just as Lance and his goonies approached us. Lance ran a hand through his sleek blond hair as he focused on me.

"Hey, Mindy." He said huskily. Tristan and Cyrus snickered.

I rolled my eyes, already bored.

"May I help you, Lance? Oh, and please call me Aminda."

"Yes, respect our future Supreme, Lance." Besa chastised him.

"I come in peace. On your birthday, a party in town will be at the Wicked Cauldron. Do you want to come?"

"Really? How come on my birthday?"

"You didn't know? The High Court Coven declared the whole week a holiday for your birthday. There will be celebrations everywhere. How come they're not throwing you a party at your house?"

Oh, they are, but I will ditch it. There's no way I'm spending my birthday with centuries-old witches turning up their noses at each other.

"I could make it to both if you do me a favor." I pouted.

Lance's face lighted up. He was always so eager to please me.

"Anything, Mind... Aminda."

"Make sure all supernaturals hear of this party. The werewolves must come." Deandra and Bessa smirked knowingly. The boys looked confused

"The werewolves? But why?!

"I want my birthday to be interesting. Or don't you want me to have fun?" I asked as I touched his chin with my hot pink manicured finger. Lance gulped.

"I... I do. Your wishes are my orders."

"Good boy, now go on. Do your part. All of you."

The boys ran along, almost tripping with each other. Lance, I could stand, but not Specter. He was Alister's nephew. He firmly believes his uncle would make me marry him. The fool doesn't know his uncle wants me for himself. Talking about the moron, he walked toward us.

"I regret coming to the garden for lunch." The girls rolled their eyes, too.

Specter's big frame shadows over me.

Hey, Aminda. If you ever need help tapping into the rest of your powers, I'm more than willing to help. That's what family is for. He looks me over and licks his lips.

"I'm done," I said, getting up and going to the building.

The night of my birthday finally came. Mother, Alister, Aunt Marilla, my cousin Alana, and the high coven of witches were all present for a lavished dinner in my honor. Awesome! I tolled my eyes.

Alister kept staring at me the whole night. Thankfully, Aunt Marilla took him to the studio for a 'private conversation,' when I excused myself and went to my room to change.

I put shimmering powder all over my body, a short golden dress that clung to my boobs, and jimmy choo shoes. I let my long hair down and applied some lip gloss. I really didn't need that much makeup to emphasize my features. Today was a full moon again. Hopefully, the wolves will go to the Wicked Cauldron after their run. They always get so horney, I've seen it. I have dreamed of that muscular wolf mercilessly pounding inside me.

The mansion had guards everywhere, but Alister didn't know that I had learned how to teleport long ago. With a puff, I disappeared and appeared inside my friend's car, which was waiting for me nearby

"Motherf... You scared us, Aminda!" Besa yelped.

"Well, time to get us some werewolves!" I chirped.