Reborn, Wicked, and Faree: The Mad Alpha’s Witch Mate Chapter 08
Cassian was dragged away by his enforcers. All that remained was the sharp metallic tang of blood in the dirt and his shattered Alpha pride.
Standing at the pack borders, Lorenzo watched the retreating figures of the Dark Moon pack with a dark, predatory smirk playing on his lips. He turned his head, those crimson eyes locking onto mine as the night wind caught his wild dark hair.
What, going soft, little witch?” he drawled, his voice a low, rumbling thunder. “If you wanted to keep him as a pet, I could have broken his other leg.”
“Do I look like I run an animal rescue?” I rolled my eyes, flicking a stray leaf off my leather jacket.
wicked grin spread across Lorenzo’s face. He stepped closer, and that intoxicating scent of whiskey mixed
with blackthorn instantly enveloped me. “Good. Because I’m a highly territorial bastard. I don’t share my prey.”
didn’t bother correcting his choice of words. In Lorenzo’s dictionary, this wasn’t about a cage; it was claiming a treasure he would rather watch the world burn than let go of The fallout came faster than expected.
Three days later, a foul stench—a mix of rotting mud and scorched magic–drifted across the southern bor- der of the Blood Shadow territory. The scent carried on the wind curled the edges of the nearby pine trees..
I was standing at the edge of the training grounds when two of Lorenzo’s scouts roughly tossed two figures into the mud. I stopped in my tracks, the blue lightning of pureblood magic instinctively dancing at my fingertips.
It was Marcus and Ivy. But they were barely recognizable.
Ivy, the once pampered and high–maintenance false Luna, was shivering in the sludge. Her skin was sunken like parchment, and her once–prized blonde hair was falling out in clumps as she frantically scratched at herself.
Beside her, Marcus, the formerly exalted High Warlock, had been stripped of his ornate robes. On his chest lay a series of deep, twisted claw marks that went straight to the bone.
Look what the cat dragged in,” Lorenzo muttered, strolling to my side, one large hand resting lazily on the hilt of his hunting knife.
“Selene!” Marcus gasped violently. The second he saw me, his eyes bulged with sheer terror,
He tried to crawl forward, but a heavy, oppressive growl slipped from Lorenzo’s throat, pinning him to the spot. “Selene, please! The Coven abandoned us… we need sanctuary!”
“Sanctuary?” I crossed my arms, looking down at the man who called himself my father, my eyes as cold as ice. “What happened to that proud alliance of yours?”
“He went feral…” Ivy’s voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing together, mixed with desperate dry heaves. “The mate bond… his wolf rejected the false bond like poison! He’s draining my life force to soothe his frenzy…”
didn’t need her to keep whining to piece together the rest.
A feral Alpha was utterly lethal. To save their own skins, this father–daughter duo must have tried to stage a coup or drain the Dark Moon pack’s magic, only to suffer a massive backlash.
The furious pack elders must have overpowered Cassian and tossed him into a lightless dungeon, leaving these two culprits to become outcasts with a bounty on their heads.
You knew this would happen,” Ivy suddenly hissed through gritted teeth, venom burning in her dead eyes. “You cursed us!”
“You wanted the crown, but you didn’t have the strength to carry it.” I crouched down, meeting her. cloudy gaze without a shred of pity. “I just gave you exactly what you asked for.”
I stood up and turned my back on them.
“Throw them past the border,” I told the Blood Shadow scouts coldly. “The rogue vampires will be thrilled to deal with dinner.”
“No! Selene! You can’t-!” Marcus’s agonizing screams faded into the depths of the dense forest.
The silence that followed was incredibly peaceful. The last ghosts of my past life had finally vanished into thin air.
“What’s on your mind?” Lorenzo stepped up behind me. He didn’t pull me into his arms like usual; instead, he leaned against a massive pine tree, his crimson eyes closely tracking the fading blue sparks on my ķnuckles.
“Just thinking…” I turned around, deliberately. stepping right into his space until there were only inches between our chests, close enough to feel the Heat radiating off him. “I haven’t really had a chance to properly explore this wild territory of yours.”
Lorenzo let out a low, gravelly chuckle. The vibration in his chest sunk straight into my skin.
“Is that a challenge, little witch?” He raised one eyebrow, his gaze dropping boldly to my lips, a lethal, undisguised fervor burning in his eyes.
“Only if you can keep up,” I murmured in provocation.
I grabbed the collar of his leather jacket and yanked him toward me.
He didn’t hesitate. His massive frame immediately closed the distance.
This was no gentle kiss; it was a collision of beasts. His hands clamped down on my waist like iron vices, his nough calluses pressing through my leather. My teeth clashed against his lips, the taste of blood instantly exploding between us along with the pure, searing heat of an Alpha.
No rules, no restraints. Just two untamable fires, completely igniting each other in the dark.