Page 59 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 2

"A hybrid of?"

"A werewolf witch." She said with contempt. "Two species that should never, ever, become one."

"The daughter born from darkness. Stories say her father was an Alpha who raped her witch mother and that is how she was born, but no one really knows. As a werewolf would have to mark the woman to get her pregnant it seems odd, I don’t think anyone would do that if their aim was simply to rape… Unless, of course, they were mates." The witch said with clear distain. It seemed they really did hate our kind.

I knew humans couldn't get pregnant by a werewolf unless they were marked, as it made them stronger and able to carry pups. It seemed the same rule also applied to witches.

"So apart from how the fuck she was produced, do you have any information that could actually help?" Alejandro asked mockingly.

I almost rolled my eyes at his remark. If I didn’t sense how much he wasn’t enjoying being here, I would have said something.

"Patience child, you may be a king but you have a lot to learn. If you don’t know the start, how will you learn anything? You have come to me for answers, so simply listen." She said coldly. "A witch will always pay a life debt and this is mine."

"So, get a fucking move on." Alejandro said.

Her eyes glowed and I could feel her anger and dislike growing.

"He’s being nice, he just swears a lot." I said, not wanting this situation to get out of hand.

"Hmph. Then don’t speak." She hissed.

I felt Alejandro’s anger rise and I leaned into him, stroking his arm as I looked up at him.

"Please." I said, blushing when I felt him throb against me, sending my own body into a frenzy.

He simply frowned and looked away. I knew he wanted answers, but at the same time, he was getting angry. I turned back to the woman.

"Could you tell us about this witch, I'm sure there must be something we can deduce from what you know."

"Learn from your woman." The witch said looking at Alejandro, who glared murderously at her.

She walked over to one of the filthy chairs. I saw that she wore black pants underneath her cloak and she was holding a walking stick. I frowned as I noticed her limp while she walked, slowly sitting down. Despite the fact she didn’t let it show on her face, I could sense the pain she was in.

"There are three types of witches, well one type but three paths. There are us lone witches who blend in and just want to live an ordinary life. Then there is the coven of Alamoria, a coven based in Salem, America. They seek out witches across the world and believe they need to keep track of all of us, to use as they wish. Then we have those who have turned to the dark side of magic. I am a lone witch who refuses to abide by the coven's rules and plans. They are witches who would choose to help hunters rather than side with vampires and werewolves."

"Wait, vampires exist?" I was surprised.

"Child, if werewolves exist, why can’t vampires? Yes, unlike you… wolves… they don’t have so many offspring… They are far and few, but where do you think the other monsters have morphed from? We know Wendigo's are born from dark magic and werewolves. Manangal’s are similar, created from vampires. This witch, known by her given name Endora, has tapped into the darkest of magic to create these things."

"For what purpose?" Alejandro asked.

"Only she would have the answer to that, don’t you think Lycan King Alejandro Rossi?"

"You know more than that. If you want that amulet, something it seems you yourself will never be able to retrieve… Then you better tell us everything." He growled warningly.

I saw her anger rising, but from her heartbeat, it was clear Alejandro wasn’t wrong. She was holding some stuff back.

"Well then, I would advise you to take a seat… This will be a long conversation." She said.

Alejandro frowned but moved forward, grabbing one of the dirty chairs. I wrinkled my nose. Did I have to sit on those? But he had other plans. Sitting on it, a good few feet from the witch, he tugged me into his lap making my heart pound. I looked into his eyes, very aware of his firm thigh under me as I slowly locked my arm around his neck, forcing my gaze back to the witch and trying not to focus on how perfect this felt. The pain of his unspoken rejection was still raw and it kept coming back, but maybe one day…

"Callum told me you wanted to know about the Asheton bloodline… I see now why he asked. You are of a special bloodline, are you not child?" This question was directed at me and I nodded.

"She wants her, the Wendigos and Manangal’s are sent after her. Do you know why?"

"The same reason that the monster Zidane wanted his daughter. Endora is the very same witch who was working with him all those years ago."

87. The Beginning

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