Semua Bab The Alpha's Breeder Contract: Awakening the Blue Witch: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Faythe“Mom, we really can't afford the dorms; I can just ride my bike.” I groan as I set the bank statement on the coffee table; my mother seems completely unbothered by my worry. She's sitting in the overworn tan-leather armchair with a glass of gin in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She's been drinking more and more since my father died. He was an enforcer for another Pack and was wrongly killed when Alpha Jacob thought he had betrayed him, now we're in a new Pack and I have to attend the school. The Silver Pack requires everyone over eighteen to live in the Pack House dorms. My mom is no fun to be around lately but the rent on the dorms is more than my little bookshop job brings in. I suggested my mom get a job but she's content drinking away the benefits our new Alpha has provided her with. “Alpha Hunter said he will cut the f*e in half because I'm a widow.” Her voice hitches with a practised break. I'm not fooled; she doesn't care that my father is gone. For the last two

Faythe“A scholarship? I never applied for that.” Confusion bleeds into my voice as my eyebrows draw together in confusion. I considered filling out the scholarship form last month but the only options left were the potential Luna fund or the low-income fund. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t tick the low-income box. I know we don’t have any money but putting it down on paper for Alpha Hunter to see just makes a ball of black angry disgust roll up inside of me. I ended up throwing the scholarship application in the bin without making a mark on it. “You applied and you got accepted. Congratulations.” Beta Connor flashes me a wide smile before turning to face the road once more. “Does your mom always drink like that? I could smell the gin coming out of her pores.” Beta Connor sounds disgusted; if I told him that my mother has done nothing but drink herself to death every night for the last six years, would he do something about it? I give myself a small internal shake; I can’t

HunterWatching from the window, I see Faythe follow Alice into the Pack House, the second the two females cross the threshold, I feel a sense of calm settle over me. For six months I’ve been tormented with the fact that my fated mate is being abused by her mother and I had no way to prove it, my enforcers have been watching over Faythe but Fiona, her mother, has been careful about leaving marks or letting Faythe be heard. The only thing that has made me keep my distance is knowing that I can’t claim Faythe yet; she’s not yet twenty-one and she hasn’t got her wolf. If I were to declare her my mate and future Luna, I would be stripped of my title as Alpha, and I would lose the Pack I’ve helped build up from nothing. Although I’m glad Faythe is in the Pack House, I hate that I can’t see her anymore. I can’t go and talk to her like a normal person, so I’ve had to keep my wolf satisfied with watching her from the shadows. “I feel like a stalker.” I growl as I place my forehead against the

FaytheBeta Connor said my room is basic and that there isn't much in here but after a full twenty-four hours locked within my own warded space, I am beginning to think this might be luxury. Instead of the stained mattress I have at home, I have a plush memory foam mattress on a beautifully carved wooden bed frame; the four pillows are so fluffy that I’ve had to take two of them off the bed just to get a good night's sleep. The duvet cover is a soft cotton that feels like a feather stroking my skin while I sleep; the soft cream walls have been enchanted so that they change depending on my mood. When I first came in here, they were a deep teal but now they’re a soft sky blue that instantly makes me feel relaxed. The oak-wood cupboard is filled with clothes in my exact size and labels that even my father would have struggled to afford. The attached bathroom has a gold claw-foot bathtub with a multiple-selection bubble pump and even jets built into the side. I never knew students lived li

Faythe“Take off your pants.” Alpha Hunter growls as he turns his back on me. I feel my eyes widen as I look down at my legging-covered legs; I’m almost positive I overheard him. “My pants?” I mutter as I pull at the soft grey leggings. I’m wearing a pair of panties of course but I can’t say I’m eager to show them to my Alpha. I look up to see him grabbing a small first aid bag out of his desk drawer and walking back over to me, he’s looking at me with raised eyebrows; he’s probably not used to asking for something twice. “I can smell your blood, little Omega; take off your pants so I can clean up your legs.” He drops to his knees and looks up at me; my heart skips a beat as I move my hands to the waistband of my leggings. I debate following his order but then I spot the scissors poking out of the first aid bag Alpha Hunter has placed next to me. I grab them without thinking and quickly start cutting at my leggings until my knees are completely exposed. “No need.” I whisper as I dr