Page 44 of The Soulless Witch

I leaned down, palming water from the basin and splashing it onto my face.

When I rose back up, I looked at the mirror and froze. My reflection was no longer of a scared and confused child, but of an adult who was just as lost and desperate. An adult who no longer had a family, not even an unhappy one. Because they were all dead.

Leaning on the sink, I took a deep breath, trying to wake up.

This was a dream. This had to be a dream. They were dead, and I was…

“So what if it’s a dream?” a familiar voice purred, making me open my eyes. Warm, smooth fingers slid up my naked thighs, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere they touched. I lowered my gaze to the person touching me and gasped in surprise.

Vibrant green eyes stared up at me, while long coppery hair floated around a face that was as beautiful as it was wicked. Celeste watched me with a mix of mockery and lust, her full lips parting as she slid her tongue over the length of my cock, humming in pleasure. My dick jolted in response, and I finally remembered how to breathe. I tried to step back, but she slid her hands to my ass, digging her nails in as she took me into her mouth. She didn’t look away until my head was pressing at the back of her throat.

Fuck, that felt so good, I wanted to die.

Just like that night at the club, my body acted on its own, pushing aside my hatred and giving in to the allure of her eyes, her touch, her pull. I slid my hand into her lush hair and, before I knew it, I was pushing my cock even deeper into her mouth. Her eyes were closed while the tears streamed down her pale cheeks, but when she opened them again, her gaze spoke with Roman’s voice.

‘She will eat you for breakfast and you will like it.’

My rage flared anew, and I yanked her by the hair, pushing her away from me. I stumbled back and lost my balance, landing heavily on my ass.

As I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in my family’s house. I was back in the home I built with my own two hands, sitting on the floor while my ass throbbed from falling off the bed. Celeste was gone, but I wasn’t alone.

“What the hell was that?” Jemma gasped from the bed, rubbing the back of her head. “You almost tore my hair off!”

I sighed in relief, taking a few seconds to compose myself. When I got up, she was still sitting naked and pouting. Her long, unnaturally red hair was covering most of her breasts, and there was a bit of drool left on her chin, which she wiped with the back of her hand.

“What are you doing here, Jemma?” I sighed, picking up my sweatpants from where I had dropped them on the floor. My cock was still painfully hard and the image of Celeste’s mouth wrapped around it was making it even more difficult to calm down. Damn, that wretched witch! Even when she wasn’t trying to kill me or the people I cared about, she was still a menace!

“What does it look like?” she murmured, sliding off my bed and stepping toward me. She ran her hands over my chest, wrapping them around my neck and pressing her body against mine. “You’ve been looking tense and unhappy for the past week. I thought about helping a bit. There is nothing a few hours of pleasure can’t fix.”

She smirked suggestively, palming my dick through the sweatpants I had just put on. The damn thing jolted at the touch, but then quickly grew limp, as if realizing that the woman had changed. Jemma looked down in disappointment.

“If you break into my house again,” I said, putting a note of command in my voice as I pushed her off me, “I will have Allison punish you accordingly. I thought we had an understanding that occasionally sleeping together is as far as this could go. I have no time nor desire for more.”

Dropping her smile, she crossed her arms under her breasts, not at all embarrassed to have them on full display. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of looking away from her eyes.

“Why?” she demanded. I turned my back on her, picking up the shirt I had draped over the back of the chair and slipping it on. “Because of Celeste?”

I froze, a cold shiver running down my spine. Before I knew what I was doing, I had her pinned to the wall, her feet kicking a step above the ground.

“Who is she? Another one of your bed warmers?” Jemma snarled, digging her nails into my hand. I dropped her, ignoring her exaggerated coughing.

“Get out,” I commanded, trying to keep my voice even. “Get out and stay out of my house. This arrangement is over.”

Grabbing her dress from the floor on the way out, she stopped at the threshold, looking over her shoulder.

“Whoever this Celeste is, I hope she uses you and throws you away. Let’s see how you’d like that,Alpha,” she snarled, infusing the last word with so much venom that the hair on my neck rose. When she left, she slammed the door so hard that I was sure the rest of the neighborhood heard it.

Sighing heavily, I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my face. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with anyone from my pack, even if we had agreed to use each other just for sex. Werewolves were territorial creatures, and even if she didn’t really love me, Jemma was bound to get possessive. Even I felt a surge of jealousy when I saw her laughing and touching other men, but I had enough on my plate, so I was able to control it.

I looked up just as someone neared my front door and knocked. A light sniff of the air told me it wasn’t Jemma coming back for more shouting, so I made my way to the front of the house. As I opened it, I expected an immediate‘I told you so’from Allison, but her serious expression made me forget about Jemma and the stupid dream.

“Beta James called,” she said in a way of greeting. “He has new information about the disappearances, and he asked to meet him in person.”

I took a deep breath, looking up and down the empty street before nodding at her.

“Let’s go.”

Chapter 24

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