The Alpha King's Hated Mate
I could’ve sworn the candles flared.
Xander nodded once. “We should go.”
We were already inching toward the door when the witch suddenly stopped us. “Wait.”
She crossed to a carved chest near the shelf and retrieved two slender, woven bracelets. They shimmered faintly, not with glamour, but with quiet strength.
“These will keep dark energy at bay,” she explained. “It won’t block all spells, but it will make it harder for someone to mess with your mind again.”
Xander took them both, inspecting the craftsmanship. The threads shimmered with midnight blue and pale gold, like twilight braided into silk.