Mated To The Blood Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Esmeralda Shoulders relaxed, chin raised high, hands balled into a fist, and darkened eyes darted in our direction, he took long strides, placing one foot after another slowly and steadily with his gaze pinned on mine. My breath hitched as his footsteps became loud and clear, indicating his closeness to us. With widened eyes and dropped jaws, I watched him strode majestically toward us, with a powerful aura oozing out of him. A gasp rolled from my lips as he came into view and my eyes met my feet once more, not daring to lock my gaze with his. My hands clipped behind me and my head bowed in submission. What was he doing here? Did he hear our misunderstanding? My heart beat uncontrollably at the thousands of questions in my head. What would he do to me now? Would he continue from where his Beta stopped? Silvius' jaws hung in the air in surprise. I knew that was the last person he wanted to see "Alpha," He bowed for a few seconds before lifting his eyes to meet Alpha Kad

SeleneYawning tiredly and rubbing my sleepy eyes, I folded the last piece of clothing, carefully placing it in the laundry basket and locking the laundry room. Work was hectic, and the exercises sapped every ounce of my energy, leaving me exhausted. I craved a bath. A long one.One filled with lavender, essential oils and scented candles. A bath so relaxing and energy-refilling. A warm bath that would be so peaceful, away from the distraction in this house.A giggle rolled off my lips at the imagination, making me hasten my steps as I drew nearer and nearer to my bedroom.I just couldn't wait. Maybe I could do some chants, meditate and awaken my powers, which could help me master them while I was in the bathtub. Urgh! Disappointment hit me like a ton of bricks at the realization. I was a powerless witch.What a shame!Nothing screams pathetic like a witch without powers. How could I even claim I was a witch without being able to perform some magic? Fortunately, the members of

Selene "Burn her!" "Kill her!" Those cruel words filled the air as I laid on the dusty floor, centred by people of my kind. Witches and wizards. Witches and wizards that gathered around me for a common interest. To have me dead. "Set her ablaze!" "Murderer! "What an abomination!" "Outcast!" They chanted angrily, tossing my toddler figure around as people scratched and hit me to their satisfaction. "Such evil!" "Disgusting!" A woman screamed, scrunching up her nose in disgust like I was thrash. "Hypocrite!" Another tossed me aside, making me fall to the ground, wearily. I sat on the cold floor, watching the angry mob that was ready to lynch me in confusion. Why did they want me dead? I have been a good witch. What did I do wrong? I racked my toddler brain, but answers eluded it. Afraid of their incessant chants and angry faces, I scurried to my feet, about to run away from it, to end it all but a kick sent me crashing to the cold floor, kissing the dust.

Kade "What do you think, Kade?" Amelia's tiny voice brought me back to reality. I watched her hands carefully caressing the puffball of a bouquet of dandelions in a flower vase. The smile on her face won't stop spreading as she glared at the dandelions like they were her babies. I swallowed before clearing the lump stuck in my throat, "The sight grabs attention and they are beautiful" I said, watching the dandelion as they held me spellbound. "They are beautiful, just like you, Amelia," My hand reached her face, tucking the stray hair that dangled on her face to have an unobstructed view of it, "Very beautiful," A smile played on my face as the afternoon sun shone brightly on Amelia's face, causing a beautiful glow. The gentle breeze tousled her hair in different directions, leaving it in a mess. A beautiful mess. The smile on my face faded as it appeared when the realization hit me. My little sister was growing up. She was growing so fucking fast that I wondered if she had

Kade Surprise swept me off my feet as I stared at Amelia's face. Her words threw me off balance. Mate? I think I needed one. One who was paired with me by the Moon goddess. One who could understand and share my feelings, pains, and happiness. The one I would love to call mine, forever. But I think the Moon goddess hated me for depriving me of a mate when I turned eighteen. I could still remember the night of my birthday party and the Moonball ceremony where I had practically sniffed the hell out of the unmated females, but none sent my wolf into a state of frenzy with her scent, not even nearly. Was it my nose? Was my sense of smell not activated? It had to be my nose. I had kept my hope alive, hoping my nineteenth birthday would be different, but the Moon goddess crushed my feelings again, making my expectations dash against the hard rock of pain and bitterness. How could I not find my mate out of thousands of people in attendance? Who was she? Where was she hiding?