All Chapters of The Worthy Wars (His Little Witch): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aurora's POVI felt the warm water hit my back, and begin filtering through my hair. He pulled back and grabbed a bottle off the shelf. I watched silently as he squeezed shampoo into his hand before lathering it in my hair. I've never had someone wash my hair before. I didn't know it would feel so good. I groaned in delight, as I leaned my head into his hands. A soft chuckle escaped him. "Does that feel good, princess?", he uttered softly. "Yes", I whispered, placing my hands on his sides. His movement slowed, as he added more pressure to my scalp. He took his time washing my hair and body. Before I did the same for him. "How many times have you done this?", I asked him, hitting him with his own question. "You are the first woman I have showered with or bathed", he smirked. The jealousy that flared in my chest at the thought of him bathing another woman quickly faded. "Does the thought bother you?", his question sounded loaded. I squatted down to wash his legs. "Nope", I popped the

Aurora's POVMy heart hammered, as I raced to my room to change. My biggest hope being that Trent has already left. I stopped in front of my door, taking a minute to catch my breath. I opened my door softly and slipped inside. I released a sigh of relief when I didn't immediately see him in my room.I walked to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a blouse. I would need to do laundry today, or I won't have any clean clothes to wear. "Where have you been? I'm pretty sure that father told you not to leave this room", his voice was dark and had me whipping around, startled. I was stunned into silence. I truly thought he'd be gone by now. Trent stalked towards me, backing me against the dresser. He ran his nose up the length of my neck, inhaling deeply. "You fucking reek of him. You were with him, weren't you?", he growled, grabbing me by the throat. A rush of courage coursed through me, and I kneed him in the stomach and slapped his hand away. "It's none of your fucking busin

Liam's POV'I want a meeting in your office, right now. With Terry, his Beta, and his piece-of-shit of a son', I mind-linked my father. 'Then come on. They are all sitting in front of me now', he responded. 'Don't let them leave', I told him, standing to my feet, bringing Aurora up with me. "Come, princess. I have business to attend to and you won't be leaving my side until this is sorted out", I said, intwining my fingers with hers. Aurora was uncharacteriscally quiet, as we headed back to the castle. Her grip on my hand tightened, as we walked into my father's office. Trent immediately jumped to his feet, getting ready to open his bitch mouth. "Sit down and shut the fuck up", Zeus commanded. His faced paled, as he sunk into his chair. My father was understandably confused, as he greeted me. "Son", his tone was flat, like normal. "Father", I bowed. "Since when do we accept such heinous proposals?", I asked boldly, keeping Aurora close to my side. My father's eyes drifted from me t

Aurora's POVTwenty minutes into training, I've realized that four years of no training has taken it's toll on my body. My ribs burned, my muscles screamed, and I was out of breath. The worst part? I'm only swinging a blade at a tree. This isn't like pack training. We train independently. I suppose it's too give you an opportunity to evaluate your opponents. I'm not a fan of it though. I keep pulling a blank on how to train. I stopped paying attention to the details of the Worthy Wars years ago. I was never supposed to be a participant. I yelled in frustration as I swung the blade and burried it into the bark. "Talk to me, princess", Liam's voice washed over me, before his presense did. "What do you want to hear?", I asked in a monotone, as I tried to free my blade. "What ails you, little one", he said, observing me at a short distance. I laughed dryly. "What ails me? Huh", I huffed. "Could be my screaming muscles. It could be my disbelief that I have to participate in a fucking wa

Liam's POV"Are you studying?", I asked, setting the books down and startling her by accident. "Uh", she froze momentarily. "No, I wasn't", she answered honestly. "Good girl. Thank you for being honest. What's occupying your thoughts instead?", I asked, combing her hair out of her face. "My anxiety is peaked, right now. I've never stood against my pack before. So, I guess I'm pondering the unknown at the moment. A bit worried I won't be able to defend myself if Trent attempts to solidify this bond", she sighed, rubbing her chest in discomfort. "We are going to fix this, little one", I whispered, stroking the back of her neck. "I'm right here, now. You're safe, princess. Study", I commanded tenderly. She nodded, looking down at the book in front of her. I hate that she feels this way. I wish I could take the feeling away quicker. But, I remember reading something about this before. There was a process to reverse it. A process that I spent hours searching for. I answered any questio