Reborn, Wicked, and Faree: The Mad Alpha’s Witch Mate Chapter 06
The moment I took Lorenzo’s hand, the aftershocks of our wild soul resonance had barely settled before an overwhelming rush of exhaustion hit me. My shoulder wound was still seeping blood.
I expected this “Mad Wolf” to force me into his arms under the guise of protection, just like Cassian would have. But he didn’t.
Lorenzo simply let go of my hand and turned to walk into the dark tree line. He didn’t smother me with faux concern, nor did he look down on me with some condescending savior complex.
He took long strides but deliberately checked his pace, letting me keep up on my own, relying on whatever remaining strength and pride I had left.
That silent, unspoken respect inexplicably eased my tightly strung nerves.
As we emerged from the woods, the Blood Shadow Back’s camp came into view.
There were no suffocating rules or rigid hierarchies here like in the Dark Moon pack. There were only towering bonfires, boisterous laughter, and the most primal sense of freedom.
Upon returning to the camp, Lorenzo didn’t drag me to a pack doctor or lock me behind some magical protective ward.
He casually tossed a clean set of clothes and a vial of potent healing salve into my arms, pointing with his chin toward a cabin on the edge of the clearing.
“Yours, little witch. As long as you don’t kill my people, do whatever the hell you want.”
I clutched the clothes to my chest, staring at the wooden cabin.
If it were Cassian, I would already be lying in a hospital bed covered in IV tubes, listening to him use his Alpha tone to strip away every ounce of my freedom. That was a cage.
And Lorenzo? He just gave me the one thing I had been desperately craving across three lifetimes:
absolute freedom.
few days later, in the quiet sanctuary of the cabin, hy pureblood magic was humming flawlessly. That deep blue, chaotic energy flowed silently beneath hy skin, rapidly knitting my gruesome wounds back together.
On the afternoon of the fourth day, I pushed open the wooden door.
In the center of the camp, a shirtless Lorenzo was sparring. His dark skin was crisscrossed with wild scars, sweat trailing down the hard lines of his muscles.
He didn’t use any formal martial arts; it was purely beastly instinct–brutal, direct, and radiating a raw, oppressive power that was mesmerizing to watch.
I leaned lazily against a sturdy pine tree nearby, arms crossed, quietly admiring the explosive lines of his physique with every strike he landed.
With a heavy, bone–crunching thud, Lorenzo sent his last opponent crashing into the dirt. As his broad chest heaved, those piercing, crimson eyes locked across the clearing, effortlessly catching my gaze.
He idly wiped the sweat from his forehead, a provocative smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.. What’s the matter, little witch? Like what you see?”
“I’m just analyzing your blind spots,” I shot back, lifting a brow. “And calculating how many seconds it would take to put you in the dirt if you suddenly lost your mind.”
Oh?” A dangerous fire ignited in his eyes.
Without hesitation, he closed the distance with a few long strides, stopping practically chest–to–chest with me.
A wave of intense pheromones washed over me–a wild, intoxicating mix of strong liquor, blackthorn, and sweat.
“Let’s test that theory,” he rasped.
Before the words even settled, a lightning–fast hook aimed straight for my shoulder.
I dropped into a fluid crouch, slipping right beneath his thick arm. At the exact same second, I flicked my fingers, sending a cluster of scorching, crimson fox–fire straight toward his jaw.
Faced with heat perfectly capable of blistering skin, Lorenzo didn’t back down.
Instead, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrated in his throat. Ignoring the searing temperature, he thrust his massive hand right through the flames, clamping his fingers around my wrist like an iron vise.
Using my own momentum against me, he pivoted sharply and pinned me hard against the soft grass. Impressive speed,” he murmured, hovering over me. is heavy breaths fanned my face, and his crimson eyes were filled with raw, unapologetic admiration. But the strength… still lacks a little bite.”
I didn’t struggle like some cornered prey. I stared straight back at him, listening to the frantic, synchronized thundering of our heartbeats.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked softly.
The next second, I drove my knee up with explosive force, catching him brutally in the side.
Lorenzo let out a muffled grunt, his iron grip inevitably loosening just a fraction. I seized the opening, twisting my body and throwing a long leg over his hips to flip the script, pinning him perfectly beneath me.
With a snap of my fingers, a razor–sharp, translucent blue ice blade pressed flush against his carotid artery.
“How’s the power now, Alpha Lorenzo?” I stared down at him, my chest heaving as I flashed a cold, triumphant smile.
Lorenzo froze. The icy edge was already biting into his flesh, yet there was no offended Alpha rage in his expression. Instead, a dark, raspy laugh rumbled deep within his chest, vibrating through our pressed bodies with zero restraint.
He didn’t care that he had lost a round, nor did he give damn about being held at knifepoint by a woman in front of his entire pack.
He simply laid there, looking up at me as absolute, unbridled desire churned in the depths of his crimson eyes.
“Selene, you are so fucking exactly my type.” His voice was gravelly and pushed to its limit, his gaze so scorching it threatened to swallow me whole.
No fear. No suffocating accusations or bounds of propriety. Just two untamable souls playing a lethal, intoxicating game right on the edge.
Just as the tension in the air was about to ignite, a sudden commotion from the edge of the camp shattered the dangerous spell.
A Blood Shadow scout tore through the tree line, sprinting toward us. “Alpha! It’s the Dark Moon pack! Cassian is personally leading a heavily armed strike team. They just crossed our southern border!”
The amusement in Lorenzo’s eyes evaporated instantly, replaced by a cold, bloodthirsty intent.
He effortlessly nudged away the ice blade at his throat and sat up, rolling his neck until the bones popped.
“Took him longer than I expected.” A savage grin twisted his lips as he offered his calloused, massive hand to me.
“Alright, little witch. Your psychotic ex is here to tear down my territory. You wanna go hide in the cabin, or do you wanna come watch that piece of shit have a total meltdown?”
Grabbed his hand and let him pull me to my feet. The ice blade dissolved into thin air.
I nonchalantly dusted the stray grass off my leather pants.
“Hide?” I let out a razor–sharp, mocking laugh. “I haven’t seen nearly enough of his ego shattering over me. There’s no way I’m missing a good show like this.”