Too late to want me Alpha
Vanessa’s mother had descended from a forbidden line of rogue witches, a secret the Gamma’s family had kept hidden from the council for generations.
"Do you feel that, Chloe?" Vanessa whispered, her eyes glowing with a faint, unnatural violet light. "It's a little gift to keep you quiet. To keep you weak."
The dark magic crawled through my veins, wrapping around my muscles and slowly, methodically siphoning away my physical energy. My vision began to blur, and my heart rate slowed to a sluggish, agonizing crawl. She was draining my life force, ensuring that I wouldn't have the strength to stand, let alone try to escape the tower.