The Owl House Willow Novels & Stories

I almost sigh, starting to feel pretty fucking annoyed already. “Why?” “I don’t know, but you know that she’s coming to your house, right?” He tells me. “Not that she’d ever call to tell you that.” This time I sigh, my free hand coming up to smooth out the crease between my eyebrows. I looked up for a moment and saw Willow looking at me from the living room. Even with the pinkish stain invading her cheeks at being caught staring, she looked worried. She tilted her head slightly as if to ask me if everything was okay. Before I could even say anything, Lucas came running to her, distracting her by using her as a shield from his sister.

"I'll need a couple of hours, but I found proof that she isn't who, or what she says she is." Willow wouldn't contact me with something like this unless it was worthy of my notice. The little omega has become even more dependent on me now that her rogue mate is dead. Knowing he died by Sly's hand only makes her even more loyal to my cause. She wants to see my mate fall to his knees. She doesn't realize I'd never let that happen. He's mine. Nobody gets to touch him. But Willow doesn't know that. A gardener doesn't tell the spade her intentions before digging up the weeds. Willow is nothing more than a tool. A useful, intelligent, savvy tool that I will protect and keep nice until I no longer

Chapter 33 -Willow's POV- I felt very sad as I stood in front of the large glass window of my bedroom. I was watching the dry brown leaves fall from the trees and land on the green grass outside. The wind was blowing them around in circles. The sky was grey and it looked like it might rain soon. Elijah had chosen this house very carefully. It was located in a very quiet area far away from other people. He did this so that I could not shout for help or find a neighbor to rescue me. I felt very lonely looking at the empty road.