His Royal Breeder
We didn’t need words knowing If we both vanished, the Witches guarding the place would know we were up to something.
I gave him a small nod, telling him to stay and keep up appearances. I turned and moved through the shadows of the castle, my heart hammering against my ribs as I rushed and followed Ariana's scent.
When I reached Ariana’s room, the air felt thick and greasy with magic. I kicked the door open, my claws already sliding out.
The room was a mess. Bella, the dark witch, was sprawled on the cold stone floor, buried and unconscious.
But my eyes went straight to the bed. Asher, the King of the White Witches was hovering over my mate.