Page 60 of Her Destined Alpha
“No. From his aura, it’s clear he is an alpha wolf. It’s best not to anger any pack right now. Come, we have achieved our purpose.”
No… All I could think of was how she had willingly given herself up because of me… in order to save my damn life... I should have let her leave town.
Delsanra… I struggled against the spell that was weighing down on me, but there was nothing I could do. She was leaving me, and I was here, uselessly just letting it happen.
I will find you, Kitten. I won’t let anything happen to you… that’s my fucking promise to you.
The pain in my chest was suffocating me more than anything else. I had promised to protect her, but she had been the one to protect me…Fuck.
The Coven
Delsanra
Ihad never felt more broken than I did as I walked away from him, glad the rain had mixed with the tears that streamed down my cheeks. Each step felt heavy. The urge to turn and run back to him was fighting me.
I didn’t know it was possible to care for someone this much, that knowing I’d never see them again hurt to the point that I couldn’t breathe. The pain in my chest was drowning me, and I realised that I had never been happier than I had been in the last few days. The banter, the playful teasing, his subtle flirting… or full-on at times… The way he cared for me…
He had made a place in my heart for himself.Yes, in this broken, cracked heart.I wasn’t worthy of his time or feelings, and I was far too broken to give him what he had wanted. But…
You know when they say that you only realise something’s value when it’s gone… that is true.
Right then, I regretted not apologising for calling him a mutt or dog. For not telling him that, despite the fact that he was a werewolf, I wasn’t scared of him. I wanted to tell him that he was the closest thing I had to a friend and that, yes, I considered him one. I felt something for him that I could not put a name to... that maybe if we’d had the time, I’d get over my fear of werewolves, or at least of him.
My lips quivered as Amoria yanked me away. I turned and glanced back at his body that lay on the ground under my spell. I had to slow his body functions just so he would let me go. Yes, he was an alpha, a strong one at that, but the witches before us were powerful. I had to, for his own good. The rain poured down on him, and my heart ached as I looked at him one last time.
Goodbye… I’m sorry, Rayhan, for everything.
We turned a corner, and I saw a sleek black car awaited us. The three women walked towards it swiftly, with Amoria dragging me along. They had truly wanted to capture me; the three witches were proof of that.
Amoria, one of the strongest of our generation. Danaima, I remember was a fire element witch. She was strong and temperamental, just like her red hair portrayed. The last was Elizia; she could control the weather and earth. She was considered a protégée, but, unlike the other two, she was level-headed. She was one of the ones who never abused me as a child… I wondered if I could plead for my freedom from her.
Danaima grabbed my arm, shoving me into the car. My vision spun when I hit the opposite window, and I stumbled as I tried to catch my balance. I had used the last ounce of my ability to create a small barrier over Rayhan, just in case. It would fade away soon, and by then, I hoped we’d be far away.
Forget about me, Rayhan. Find yourself a beautiful she-wolf to call your own.The thought itself hurt, but what could I do? That was my fate. Ultimately, I was a prisoner once again.
Elizia and Danaima got in on either side, and Amoria took the front passenger seat.
“Let’s go, Cheyne,” Amoria said, looking at the man in the driver’s seat.
Cheyne… Amoria’s long-time crush. From a young age, she had always said how she would marry him, the son of one of the oldest witch families. He didn’t even glance at me as he gave her a nod and drove out onto the road.
It seemed many had moved to England… Cheyne was in America when I had been sold to the Warden.
“Knock her out, Danaima. She shouldn’t see where we are going.”
“With pleasure.”
The last thing I felt was a sharp pain in my neck, and then my world went black.
I awoke toa burning pain around my wrists and neck. A scream tore from my lips as I clawed at my neck. They had used magical cuffs to bind me, and they were like stinging nettles biting into my skin, only a thousand times worse.
“Calm down, or it will only get hotter,” a calm yet cold voice spoke.
I tensed as everything came rushing back, and I realised where I must be. I looked around. I was in some sort of room, or should I say, a holding cell. The symbols engraved into the walls and floor consisted of many barrier spells. It was the strongest type of prison one could ever build, and once activated, the one who was bound inside could never leave willingly.
It was similar to what Endora had put me in, only hers required her to be close.This is so much stronger…A cell where the one bound is unable to perform magic. I looked away from the cold stone walls and at the woman before me.
High Witch Eldridge Alden, Cheyne’s mother.So, she’s here too…Her streaked grey and black hair was pulled into a sleek low bun, and she was looking at me with a cold sneer.
