Semua Bab Alpha Ezra’s Little Witch: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Quinn “Nepthar, I’m so sorry,” I sobbed as I reached out to take her hands in mine, but she recoiled. She wouldn’t even look at me. Her fingers clenched in her lap, her shoulders rigid. She just kept her head down, staring at nothing. I felt my chest tighten and my heart crumble. The silence between us was thick, suffocating. Guilt sat heavy on my heart, pressing down until I could barely breathe. I had kept so much from her, thinking it was to protect her, only for everything to blow up in our faces and at this crucial moment. “Nepthar,” Knight, who has been quiet, moved close to wrap an arm around her shoulder. He drew her to relax against him but she didn’t. She remained stiff, her hands still clasped tightly on her lap but did not fight him. At least that was something. “We cannot blame your mother for this,” Knight began, his voice calm and steady. “You’re not to blame either. You know how the war between witches and werewolves is. You’ve read the stories. You’ve seen th

Ezra My head was pounding and my ear was ringing when I came to. I groggily opened my eyes, but for a minute or two, they saw nothing, just blur and darkness, until everything finally came into view. Trees. The scent of murky water and wet earth filled my nose. I was lying—with my chest to the ground, arms spread wide—on something hard and uneven, cold seeping into my bones. I tried to push myself into a sitting position, but my body refused to cooperate. It felt heavy, like a mountain was sitting pretty on top of me. I collapsed back on the floor, breathing hard and fast after exerting much effort to sit up, just to fail. I could feel panic setting in. All I remember was coming out of my secret torture room, confused on what next to do to solve the problem in my pack and then Melucia screaming. I remembered falling, my eardrums bursting from the shrill sound. Then, nothing but white. And after that… darkness. Melucia. Where has she taken me? I tried hard to concentrate o

Ezra Okay, she got me there. I had secrets. There was no way I would tell my kids what I did to have them. They would hate me forever. I told them sweet stories about their mother whenever they asked. It was something I did not plan for so I was speechless the first day they asked and it took a while for me to form a good story to give to them. They knew they got their witch’s side from their mother. They also think I must have loved their mother a whole lot to not care that she was a witch and still got together with her when I knew that it was forbidden for a witch and werewolf to be together. If only they knew that truth. “That’s what I thought.” Melucia said with a scoff. I decided to change that topic because this one was something I was not comfortable with. I did not want to think of my children hating me. I knew that eventually, Melucia would tell them the truth even if only to turn them against me. “The story of the assassin getting in the kids room, I want to h

Melucia “Look who’s here,” I called out in a sweet, mocking tone, my smile wide as my legs dangled off the tree branch. Below, standing at the edge of the woods—the very same woods where everything ended for me and my coven years ago—stood a familiar face with a dozen or two unfamiliar ones. How poetic that the same woods is The same woods where I now keep Ezra chained like an animal and under my mercy. How times have changed. The familiar woman stepped forward, her face pale and stricken. She looked exactly like the girl I stole this body from, because she was her mother. The same woman who had embraced me as her daughter the moment I opened my eyes in Anna’s body. “Anna?” she whispered, voice trembling. “Anna, is that… you?” “It’s me, mother,” I replied, the title laced with venom. She flinched. A stab of guilt pierced through me but I forced it down. Yes, she had been kind to me. Loving, even. But that was only because she didn’t know the truth: that I had killed her real

Melucia I smiled at Nepthar, all teeth, as I asked, “Did she, huh? Did Anna really die from an accident?” “Yes, she did.” “And how would you know that? It’s not like you were present when it happened. Who knows, your mother and father might be lying to you again just like they hid the fact that you had magic your whole life,” Nepathar’s furious expression faltered and she turned to look at Quinn with a confused expression of with a look at that demanding her mother say I was lying. Nepthar was so easy to manipulate. Before Quinn could speak, Madonna spoke first. “Stop doing that,” With an innocent expression I asked, “Doing what?” “Stop trying to turn us against each other. We are not here to fight. We are not your enemies,” “You could have fooled me,” I sneered at her, “Please don’t tell me you are here to negotiate because that’s a bloody lie,” “Melucia,” she called in they serene voice of hers that I was jealous of but starting to hate, “We can negotiate if you