Page 11 of The Alpha's Baby Girl

“I can’t believe that you’re here,” he said, not responding to what she had just said.

“I can’t believe that I’m here either,” she said as she offered a very fake smile.

“When you left I thought that you were never going to come back.”

Juniper hated that his eyes were still boring into her as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Still, she would not let him see how uncomfortable he made her.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but it’s not as if I came back because I wanted to,” she said, ignoring the frown that deepened his already frowning lips.

“What do you mean?” he asked her. “I’m not trying to fight with you. I’m simply saying that it’s good to have you back.”

Juniper ignored him as the waitress brought her a pitcher of beer, bringing Rowan his too. She took a small sip, ready to begin her journey into drunkenness but also cautious of the company in front of her.

“You drink beer now? Since when?” he asked her.

Juniper glared at him, hating the fact that he believed he had earned the right to ask her such a stupid question. It had been seven years and she was literally a grown woman now. She had even worked as a bartender. Of course she drank beer.

Deciding she did not care, she brought the glass to her lips once again. But this time, instead of taking a sip, she chugged down the entire pitcher and slammed it on the table.

“I need a refill,” she told the waitress who was still standing by their table.

Rowan looked at her with wide eyes and then he picked up his pitcher. Just like her, he chugged the drink before asking the waitress for a refill.

“Keep the drinks coming,” he told her. The waitress looked at them for a second as though she could not understand what was going on, but then she shrugged and walked away to do as they’d asked.

“I’ve been doing my own thing and living my own life. You will find that there are many things I can do now that I couldn’t do before,” Juniper said.

Rowan smiled in a way that seemed wistful and would appear to be so to someone looking in on their conversation. But Juniper knew that there was nothing wistful about his smile; instead, it was clear to her that he was mocking her.

“You know, that is funny. I remember that there were a lot of things you couldn’t do.” He smiled. “You couldn’t even get your powers right.”

Juniper flared up, her irritation with him growing the more he spoke.

Of course, it was true that she had not been able to get her powers right. She had struggled to control her powers when she was younger. She’d known nothing about being a witch and her powers had just kept manifesting at a pace she could not keep up with, and she couldn’t do anything to stop them.

It had been a very difficult thing for the pack to take her in. Witches were very rare and they often had different powers. Because of this, witches rarely ever joined up with other witches for no reason. They had never really found the need to help each other out.

Juniper had guessed that it was probably because of how witches had been hunted and killed in times past. They were the most widely hunted and killed of all the supernaturals.

Over the centuries, the communities of witches had faded off, as it was easier to kill them all and erase them from existence if they were together as opposed to when they remained a secret that no one knew about and stayed hidden.

Helping another witch would make it easier for hunters to track you down.

In the supernatural communities, people were aware that there were powerful witches scattered all over, but finding them was difficult, and getting them to care about why it was you were searching for them was an even more difficult task.

Juniper wished that she’d had someone to help her figure things out while she was still in the Moonwood pack, but she had not been so lucky. Most witches had to figure things out for themselves. However, there were some who were lucky enough to find an old witch who was willing and kind enough to help them out.

Although she hadn’t been so lucky early on, Juniper had found her luck when she ran away to the human world. She’d found a witch who had been kind enough to help her. She was a potions brewer and could make potions to do anything she wanted.

“Here are your drinks,” the waitress said, interrupting Juniper’s thoughts as she brought the pitchers they had requested.

Much like the last time, they both chugged the drinks just as quickly and the waitress returned to the bar with instructions to return with more drinks.

Juniper ignored Rowan as she continued to think about the woman who had helped her.

Melissa had been very strange, and pretty jaded with life already when they’d met. Juniper didn’t know the exact reason, but Melissa seemed to have been working among the humans and had worked on a medicine that was supposed to be a cure. However, the humans had bought it off her and refused to use it. They had sent her off and she had not been allowed to produce the potion that they’d bought off her.

Soon after that she had lost all interest in wanting to help the world. Much like Juniper’s visions, whenever the witch was supposed to do something with her potions but she did not do it, it would always bother her.

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