Page 54 of Her Destined Alpha
“What we speak of today is to never leave this room,” he said, his Alpha command absolute, and I found myself bending my head to him.
“Understood,” I replied. Confusion ripped through me, and I wondered what was going on.
“Good. There’s a reason for this, Chris. I will understand if you do not want to be a part of this, but you are one of the ones I feel is open-minded enough to understand.” He looked at his daughter, and I could hear her heart racing. For a moment, the confident, sassy Raihana was gone, and she looked older, a frown on her face and a pout on her lips. I was confused, but I stayed silent.Where is this going?
“Endora had three sons and no daughters,” Alpha Rafael said.
I frowned. I knew that… it hadn’t been confirmed openly to the world, but everyone knew the current Rossi line was born from a witch-werewolf hybrid mother. It was then that realisation hit me like a tonne of bricks.
My eyes snapped to the brunette beauty before me. A small, humourless smile crossed those pouty lips.
“You are looking at the first-born daughter of Endora’s line... surely you can work the rest out?”
My mind was spinning as I realised what this meant.
Fuck, no way…
Her Lineage
Raihana
His piercing green eyes were wide with shock; he looked stunned. Despite my calm front, I was nervous…
It had all happened on my eighteenth birthday. I was meant to have my first shift, and I had felt my wolf awaken, but… I hadn’t been able to shift easily. It was slow, and what usually took a few seconds took an hour. Dad had been the only one with me as he had told Mom to leave, realising something was wrong. He had not wanted her to witness it. I still remember the blood, the torn skin, the pain...
It was the first and last time I shifted. It almost felt like something was blocking my shift. I hadn’t even been able to hold the shift; seconds after, my body reverted to human form, but along with it… I had awakened as a witch.
At the time, Dad had simply comforted me, but the following day he had sent Mom off on a trip to her father’s pack. He had made me sit down and told me that I might be a witch. I mean, he didn’t even let Mom see me. I knew I probably smelled like a witch. I had denied it vehemently at first, but in my upset state, I had brought my powers forth. That answered all my questions. I was what one would call a hybrid: part witch, part wolf.
Dad had a few grimoires that had been taken from the cavern of the rogues years ago, and he was meant to be keeping them safe. After all, no one but a witch could destroy a grimoire.
The Council had given Uncle Alejandro the right of decision in who would mind the grimoires, and he had split them between three packs. It was kept secret, with our pack holding three of the seven books.
We had spent hours working on finding a spell to conceal my aura as a witch. The language in the books was different, but it made sense to both Dad and me. The spell was a fairly common one, and luckily, I had managed it.
From those grimoires, we had learned some of the history of witches’ legacies.
“Dad… if I’m a witch… does that mean I’m evil?” I asked quietly.
“Not at all, Princess.” He smiled gently at me. “You know, Alejandro said that Endora, our mother, said I was always immune to her spells. I guess there’s some witchcraft in me too. It isn’t normal for a werewolf to be able to read this language, but here I am.”
“But Mom hates witches,” I whispered. He cupped my face and looked into my eyes.
“She has only seen those who are bad. Not all witches are.” His words were firm and warm, like a fire on a winter night, welcoming me into its embrace. I believed him.
“But according to the Grimoire of Shadows, it states that I most likely inherited some of Endora’s powers too.”
“Perhaps, but that does not make you evil. The way I see it, our actions speak for themselves. You are still Raihana Rossi, the one and only princess of our family.” I laughed softly.
“I love you, Dad. I don’t think anyone is as lucky to have a kinder father. Dad, do you think if I learned some spells of protection, would that be okay? I mean, if there is ever a witch attack, I could be of use.”
I didn’t miss him tensing or the conflict in his eyes. Yes, he loved me and wouldn’t judge me, but he also wasn’t willing for the world to know who I was.
“I believe that one day, witches and werewolves will live alongside one another in peace. But before even thinking of learning spells, learn to control your powers. You have a long way to go. I’m assuming that as a hybrid, your powers may have awoken later, and unlike full-fledged witches, you are a newborn to this. Meditation and being at peace are the best ways,” he said, turning the pages of the Book of Sight.
“Are we allowed to view these?”
“Well, apparently no werewolves can actually read what it says. I’m supposed to be keeping these safe where witches can’t get a hand on them. No one said I couldn’t look at them… I’m sure you can realise that if these fall into the wrong hands, it could be dangerous.” I nodded as Dad hugged me tightly.
