The Alpha's Virgin Witch(12)

Turning toward the noise so that only Lucy’s back was on show, he watched as Guy and Bianca came rushing through.

The moment his friend saw him, he stopped.

“I didn’t think you were here,” Guy said.

Lucy glanced over her shoulder and waved at Bianca. “Hey.”

“Oh my God! You’re mated, Lucy!” Bianca let out a squeal, moving away from Guy toward her friend. Even though he didn’t want to, he released her, pulling out of her tight pussy.

She moved toward Bianca, and he moved toward Guy. He noticed that Lucy stayed in the water, keeping herself covered while Bianca was removing her clothes.

Guy did the same, jumping into the water.

“You mated her?”

“Lucy’s my mate.”

“I told you there was more to your interest in her.”

“I see you’ve not mated Bianca.”

“I’m taking it easy with her. She doesn’t like being with me near the pack.”

So far they’d been able to avoid Patricia and the rest of the alpha crew. Caleb didn’t know how much longer they were going to be successful.

“She’s nervous about being with you?”

“Yes.”

“Damn, that must suck.”

“What about Lucy?”

“She’s not particularly happy, but there’s not a lot I can do about that. I’ve got to protect her.”

“Your parents know?”

“Yes, they know. They don’t know I’ve mated her. That has just happened.”

“Shit, Caleb. You don’t like waiting around.”

“She’s in danger, Guy.”

“What?”

He told his friend and Beta of everything he’d learned in the past three days.

“You mean someone could be hunting for her right now?”

“Yes.”

“Shit.”

“Tell me about it.” He looked toward Lucy to see she and Bianca were talking as they swam.

“What do we do?”

“Dad’s going to see if there’s any rumor about covens heading this way.”

“You think they’ll use her in a sacrifice?”

“Her real parents told my father that her magic could be harvested in a sacrificial spell. They chose this pack to take care of her, and we’ve been doing it all the time.”

Guy frowned. “Why doesn’t the whole pack know? If we were supposed to be protecting her, why doesn’t everyone know the danger that she poses?”

“If it was ever seen that a witch was guarded by a pack, it wouldn’t be long before they could locate her. By leaving it as a baby that was just found, no one knows the truth. No pack would brag about having a witch within their pack.”

“Let’s hope they can’t locate her magic.” Guy look toward his mate. “I love her, Caleb. I can’t let anything happen to her, and she loves Lucy like a sister. If it came down to a battle to protect, I would be with you. I will fight to keep her safe.”

“Good.”

The sound of a twig snapping in the distance alerted them both to people coming. Caleb scented the alpha’s crew, and knew he didn’t have enough time to get Lucy away, nor did Guy have the chance to protect Bianca.

Seconds later, Patricia came out of the clearing, looking happy when she caught sight of them. The happiness disappeared when she saw Bianca and Lucy.





Chapter Seven



Lucy tensed up watching as Patricia stopped for a second taking in the scene, before gliding serenely toward the creek. She hated this woman.

Touching her neck, she glanced toward Caleb, and he was watching her. She saw that he wanted to protect her.

“Well, well, well, isn’t this interesting? The sub and the witch whoring themselves out to the alpha’s crew. You’re lucky, guys. You’re going to be next,” Patricia said, talking to the men behind them.

Bianca flinched away, but Lucy wasn’t afraid. What she hated the most was the fact this woman was going to try to bully her, and she wasn’t even dressed for it.

“Enough, Patricia,” Caleb said.

Patricia wasn’t listening. She was too busy looking at them. Lucy saw her hatred and her greed. The wolf before her wanted power, and she sought it by any means possible.

“Well, little sub, you going to climb out and give the boys a show? They’ll take turns showing what a little sub deserves, and where she needs to be.”

“Back off,” Lucy said. Her anger was starting to grow.

“What about you, witch? You need to learn your place. It’s not with Caleb, and your fat ass needs to realize he has to have a real woman.”

“That is my mate,” Caleb said, rushing toward Lucy. At the same time Guy was beside Bianca, glaring.

“You talk to my mate like that, and see where it gets you,” Guy said. “Anyone touches Bianca, and I’ll fight you to the fucking death.”

“So, you two fuckers have mated with these weak bitches?” Patricia asked.

Lucy looked toward the edge of the creek, to see Patricia’s followers already walking away. They know not to mess with Caleb and Guy. They were mated, and no one could do anything about that, and they were only following orders.

“You can’t have her as your mate,” Patricia said, pointing at her. “She’s nothing but an orphaned witch. Even her real parents didn’t want her. It makes me wonder if we’ve only got her because Adele and Kyle can’t have any kids of their own. They’re defective and should be annihilated. Every weak wolf should be killed, slaughtered.”

With each word she spewed of hatred, Lucy’s anger grew. She was alone in the world. No one had wanted her. All of her doubts, her weaknesses, everything that she had feared in her whole life came through.

“Lucy?”

Bianca’s voice made no appeal.

Lucy shot her hands up to the sky, pulling herself out of the water, and flipping around until she landed on her feet on the ground. She stood, and with a snap of her fingers, she was dressed.

“You want to do this?” she asked, glaring at Patricia. The woman didn’t know when to back down, and she had listened to the nasty, vile spew coming from her for the last time.

“You’re nothing, witch.”

Smiling, she clapped her hands together once and placed them palm upwards. “You know, no wolf has ever defeated a witch. Let’s see if you can change the course of history.” A ball of fire erupted in her hand, and Lucy stared into it. She expanded and contracted the ball, then glanced back up at Patricia, who was changing into a wolf. It was like a switch had gone off in her mind, and she knew exactly what she was doing. There was no struggle to call her magic, and she wasn’t confused.

“Catch.”

She threw the fire, and Patricia tried to dodge the ball, but it caught her shoulder. Patricia screamed out in agony. Lucy wasn’t done. After years upon years of being told she was nothing, she was weak, what she’d heard this one woman say to her best friend was the final straw.

Pushing her hand out, Lucy wrapped some invisible kind of noose around Patricia’s neck, and squeezed, dragging the woman to her. In the distance she heard her mate and her friend calling to her, but she was tired of listening to them reason with her.

Her anger and her rage had taken over.

No one had a chance of reasoning with her, and she didn’t care. She was ready to kill, to strike out and hurt the person who’d done nothing but cause her pain.

“You’re nothing,” Lucy said, finally placing her own fingers around the woman’s neck. “You call me weak, and yet I feel no pain. You’re the weak one, Patricia. I’m tired of being bullied by someone who is weak.” She squeezed tighter, and even as Patricia lashed out with her claws, Lucy used her magic to twist and snap her arm.

Evil filled her blood, and Lucy struggled to deal with the overwhelming consumption to kill.

“Baby, don’t do it,” Caleb said.

Lucy turned toward the man that was her mate, and she saw the pain in his eyes.

“Don’t kill her, darling. This is not who you are.”

Lucy turned to her side, and knew she had to have been seeing things. There beside her was a woman with beautiful white hair that was so long it grazed the ground. This woman was her mother. She had to be.

“This is not the way. Stop!” Caleb yelled, breaking through her hold.

The magic within her started to weaken, and yet with Caleb’s help, he’d brought her real parents to her. They were standing near him, smiling at her that sad smile that was so close to disappointment.

She looked at her father. His eyes were black, the same black that hers went when she was using magic.

“I can’t stop,” she said.

“You can.”

Lucy shook her head. “You’re dead. You’re both dead.” She wasn’t talking to Caleb but to her real parents, her birth parents.

“We’re beside you now. Let her go. Killing her will spiral you, Lucy. This is not what was meant to happen. Listen to Caleb.”

“Lucy, baby, stop,” Caleb said.

“I’m talking to dead people.”

Her mother, her dead mother, touched her arm, and the love, the sorrow, the pain, consumed her. She released Patricia and took a step back.

Taking a deep breath, she stared down at her body and saw the dress she wore was black, and her hair had turned black. Every part of her was black; even her veins were pulsing black blood.