Page 21 of Her Destined Alpha
I sighed. I wanted to tell her I was worried, but heck, how could I just push my way in? I bent down to place the cup down when the door opened. She stood there, arms crossed, a pout on those kissable lips of hers. She stepped back, and I smirked. There was my permission to enter.
“I’m only repaying you for last night’s coffee,” I said as she closed the door and locked it.
I placed the cups down, brushing my wet hair off my face, only for her to hold out a towel. She refused to look at me, but her racing heart was giving her away. Whether she liked it or not, I had an effect on her. I towelled my hair dry and took my jacket off.
“Thanks,” I said, putting the towel down.
“Hmm.” I took the pouch and held it out.
“With interest from the prick.” She frowned.
“I don’t want the interest.”
“Well, then accept it as this month’s pay since you wanted to quit,” I said, running my fingers through my wet curls. She froze, and I gave her a small smile. “We have good hearing, Kitten, and your manager wasn’t really quiet,” I explained.
“Oh… thank you for the pouch, but don’t think it will earn you any points. I still want you gone,” she said, picking up the two coffee cups.
I didn’t say anything. I believed in the bond, in us. She held one out to me, and I took it slowly, letting my fingers brush hers. The sparks felt so perfect... she almost dropped the cup, but I had a firm hold on it, smirking slightly.
A small stain of blood on her sleeve captured my attention. I grabbed her hand, placing the cup down with the other and pushed her sleeve up.
“What the…”
My stomach sank as I stared at her arm. The scratches were exactly where I had written my number. That was not a coincidence. She pulled free, slipping her sleeve down.
“Do you really hate me that much?” I asked, no longer in the mood for coffee.
“Yes.” There was no hesitation in her voice. “Looking at you makes me remember every single mutt that abused me, laughed at me, and humiliated me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the pain in it was palpable.
Our eyes met, my grey meeting her startling blue ones. The pain, sadness and anguish that haunted hers were not something I could forget.
“At least let me change that perspective for you,” I whispered.
“I doubt you can. Want to see?” she asked suddenly.
“See your memory?”
“Yeah, I can show you a little, give you an idea of why I hate your kind,” she said. “My powers were sealed away by Endora. I have yet to find out how to unlock them, but I can probably show you a little.”
I nodded. I wasn’t expecting that. Was I ready? I had to be if I wanted to even comprehend the level of what she had been through.
“Allow me to get the spell ready then.” She sipped her coffee and then placed it down as she went to one of her boxes and removed a few jars.
Her intoxicating scent was so welcoming I knew I could never live without it. I had only known her for twenty-four hours, but she was already a part of me. The road ahead was going to be long.
I watched her draw some symbols on the ground with the powdered herbs. She then placed some crystals down and took out a few candles.
I had never really seen a witch do a spell. It was kinda… interesting? I didn’t know if it was because it was her, but watching her sprinkle the powders and light those candles… the glow warming her face was just… beautiful. How could anyone call her darkness?
She looked up as she shielded the candle, placing it in the centre gently and giving me an eye full of her cleavage. Goddess, she was a tease… and clearly didn’t even realise she was one. She leaned forward further, and I felt pleasure rush south, my eyes flashing as I imagined her under me.
I looked away, exhaling deeply.
“What is it?”
“Nothing,” I lied. She looked at me suspiciously.
“My powers may be sealed away, but us witches sense a lot… you’re nervous. Are you scared about what you might see?”
