Reborn, Wicked, and Faree: The Mad Alpha’s Witch Mate Chapter 09
One year later.
Deep within the territory of the Blood Shadow pack, a revelry exclusively for beasts and witches was unfolding.
There were no suffocating, solemn declarations like those of the Dark Moon pack. No tedious white wedding gowns or hypocritical vows binding us together.
Instead, there were only towering bonfires licking the night sky, deafening war drums, and the wild scent of Lorenzo in the night wind–a primal blend of hard liquor and blackthorn that was already etched into my very bones.
stood barefoot on the dark–red earth, wearing a striking burgundy velvet dress with a dangerously high slit. My fiery red hair was unbound by any pack dules or petty traditions, left to whip wildly in the autumn draft.
Lorenzo stood before me. He was still the same untamed, dangerously intimidating man. His feral scars flickered in the firelight, but his deep crimson eyes were now brimming with an unprecedented absolute focus and scorching possessiveness.
“Ready to take my mark completely, little witch?” he chuckled huskily, holding out his large, calloused hand.
I met his gaze without a trace of hesitation and placed my hand firmly into his palm.
The moment our fingertips touched, the deep blue magic of pureblood chaos intertwined with his dominating Alpha power. The energy surged up our arms, fiercely illuminating the night sky above the Black Forest.
This wasn’t the suffocating “fated mate” shackle forced upon us by the Moon Goddess. It was the most ancient, equal soul bond in existence.
We didn’t need a subjugating mating mark to demand blind submission, nor did we seek to consume each other’s individuality. We simply chose to stand side by şide, sharing this wild, unadulterated freedom.
“With the blood moon as my witness,” Lorenzo’s voice was hoarse and resolute, dripping with an intoxicating, primal magnetism.
In the name of chaos.” I tilted my chin up, returning radiant, impossibly proud smile.
The glowing energy on our wrists gradually subsided. As the burning heat faded, it left behind a profound totem–a roaring wolf entirely woven from flames.
I looked down at the glyph. In my past life, the Dark Moon’s mark of servitude–the very brand that had dragged me into the abyss of death–now felt like a distant, absurd joke. It had been completely wiped clean, replaced by this emblem of resonating power.
Reborn into this life, I had finally shattered that pathetic cage with my own two hands.
The moment the ritual concluded, Lorenzo’s arm banded around me, effortlessly pulling me against a chest that radiated astonishing heat.
“You’re completely mine now. No one else will ever touch you,” he murmured, his teeth gently grazing the shell of my ear, his tone dark and thick with ultimate possession.
“We’ll see who brings who to their knees,” I countered, refusing to be outdone. I nipped sharply at the side of his neck, eliciting a low, sexy rumble of laughter from deep within his chest. We were both savage predators playing in the wild; even our tenderness carried a bloody, thrilling tension.
Looking past his broad shoulders, my gaze drifted Jazily toward the far edge of the Black Forest–the former borders of the Dark Moon pack’s territory.
Word was that Cassian was still firmly chained within that lightless underground confinement cell. The
arrogant Alpha who had foolishly tried to tame me with rules and cages couldn’t withstand the poisonous backlash of a rejected soul bond.
His wolf had gone completely feral. Trapped in pathetic hallucinations within the lightless dungeons, he clawed at the stone walls and murmured my name endlessly, desperately trying to find the true fated mate he had personally pushed into the abyss.
And Ivy–the fake mate he had once protected so fiercely–hadn’t even survived to witness his final descent into madness. Stripped of the pack’s
protection and dumped into the unforgiving wilderness, she had quickly met a gruesome end, torn apart by a coven of rogue vampires.
As for my father, Marcus–the man who sacrificed me for political gain in my previous life–he had shared a similar fate, becoming nothing more than an easy meal for the monsters roaming the exiled wastelands.
But none of that mattered anymore. Their pathetic ends had nothing to do with me.
Leaning comfortably against Lorenzo’s chest, I lifted my head and looked up at the pristine full moon hanging in the sky,
I once severed my own wings for the sake of illusory love and validation, I willingly squeezed myself into a mold made by others, foolishly thinking that was where I belonged.
It wasn’t until I paid the ultimate price with my life and soul that I realized what true love was. It was never about condescending control and reform. It was about someone willing to hand you a savage blade, letting you be your most unapologetic, unrestrained self by his side.
I belonged in no one’s cage, and I didn’t need anyone to domesticate the rest of my days.
Because the entire untamed Black Forest was our shared kingdom.
I am Selene, a pureblood witch. And the freest queen on this wild earth.
THE END