His Witchy Mate

His Witchy Mate

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Alicia and Lucian's love was written in the stars, but fate had other plans. Bound by a forbidden connection, they risked it all to be together. Yet, on the night they were supposed to escape, Lucian abandoned Alicia, leaving her to face the consequences alone. Imprisoned for three years, Alicia's heartache turned to anger. Lucian became the most powerful Alpha, ruling not just his werewolf pack, but also the witches. His return marked a new era, and he forced Alicia to be his maid. However, the man she once loved was now a cold and distant figure, treating her with cruelty and disdain. What made him turn into a man she barely recognized? Excerpt: "My sister's blood is on your hands," his voice was a venomous hiss, and his grip tightened around her neck. Panic coursed through my veins, and my desperate gasps for air went unheard. Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled to speak, "I swear, I didn't-" "Silence!" His anger reverberated through the room. "You will learn your place."

Chapter 1 Betrayal

~ Alicia ~

I held the bags tightly, my heart racing as I stood outside my house. I had carefully chosen this corner, hidden from prying eyes. It was well past midnight, and the chances of anyone passing by were slim, but I couldn't afford the risks.

This was the day I longed for when I finally broke free from my land and the coven that bound me.

I took a deep breath, the cool night air filling my lungs as I walked along the path that led to our secret meeting spot. Lucian and I planned this carefully, ensuring the location was far enough from our territories to minimize the risk of being caught.

Every detail was thought through, and every step was strategically calculated. Excitement and trepidation hung around my neck as I considered my decision.

As I reached the spot, I stepped into the shadows and waited; my senses were heightened.

I scanned the surroundings, hoping to glimpse Lucian's familiar form. But the night remained silent, and there was no sign of him. Panic crept in, threatening to consume me. What if something went wrong? What if he couldn't make it?

"Lord, please, where is he?" I whispered into the darkness, my voice tinged with anxiety. I glanced down at the bags, evidence of our planned escape.

My heart pounded, my thoughts racing. Suddenly I realized the significance of what I was doing, the consequences looming like a storm cloud.

Time ticked on, each second stretching out like an eternity. I paced back and forth, my eyes darting around the night, searching for movement. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve, threatening to shatter my carefully constructed plan. I was a witch, and the rules of our coven were rigid, unwavering. The foremost among them was etched in my mind: "Never fall in love with a werewolf."

The weight of those words pressed down on me, the gravity of my emotions at odds with the strict doctrine I had been raised under. My heart yearned for Lucian, a love that defied tradition and expectation.

But the reality of the situation was stark – my people would never accept our relationship, and the consequences of being discovered were dire.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to steady myself. I refused to let fear paralyze me. This was my choice, the path I was determined to follow. I held onto the memory of our shared dreams and our promises to each other.

No matter the obstacles ahead, I was ready to face them, hand in hand with Lucian. As doubt threatened to consume me, I clung to the flicker of hope, determined to brave whatever challenges awaited us.

Thousands of years ago, the witches and the werewolves were entrenched in a bitter and bloody conflict. The werewolves had preyed upon the witches, treating them as objects to be used and discarded at their whim. The witches, fed up with this oppressive treatment, had risen in protest. But when the werewolves turned a deaf ear to their cries, the war ignited fiercely. Years of strife followed, each side determined to overpower the other.

Eventually, exhaustion settled in, and the realization dawned that the cycle of violence was unsustainable. The witches and werewolves reached a truce, deciding to part ways, forever keeping their worlds separate.

The ancient war had etched itself deep into their collective memories. The hatred was kept alive, a cautionary tale passed down through generations, ensuring the bitterness and mistrust remained, even though the war itself had become a distant memory.

But for me, Alicia, that history was much more than just tales of the past. It was a living, breathing part of my reality. The divide between witches and werewolves was a chasm I dared not cross.

The thought of werewolves triggered discomfort, a reminder of a painful past. Our coven held the rule sacred: "Never fall in love with a werewolf." Yet, my heart had betrayed that command, leading me to Lucian, a werewolf – a royal one.

I had encountered him during an assignment, and in that single, stolen glance, my heart recognized him as my forbidden love. His presence was magnetic, his essence drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Our love blossomed in secret, our hearts entwining despite the vast sea of prejudice that separated us.

Now, as I stood in the shadows, clutching the bags that held our escape plan, anxiety gnawed at me. Lucian was late. The waiting was becoming unbearable, each passing second stretching into eternity. I resisted the urge to use my powers to find him; I knew the consequences could be dire. My fellow witches were ever-watchful, and any hint of unusual activity could trigger suspicion.

I glanced around again, my heart sinking as hope began to wane. I had waited for hours, but there was no sign of him. Frustration and fear clawed at my chest. The woods around me were thick with an oppressive silence. Tears threatened to escape my eyes, my anxiety bubbling over.

"Lucian, where are you? Please, don't do this to me," I whispered. My voice tinged with desperation. The need to find him overwhelmed me, propelling me out of my hiding spot and deeper into the woods. The unease in my gut grew stronger, a feeling I had learned to trust over the years.

Tears blurred my vision as I searched, my heart pounding with fear and determination. The reality of his absence weighed heavily on me. Had he changed his mind about eloping? Was he in danger? The thoughts churned in my mind, each possibility more terrifying than the last.

My sense of time began to warp as I continued to search, the minutes stretching out like hours.

The realization struck me like a blow – he wasn't coming. My gut feeling had been right. Panic surged through me, and I sank to my knees, overwhelmed by grief and disappointment. Our dreams of escape were crumbling, and I was left in darkness, grappling with the painful truth that my love might have been in vain.

The night air was heavy with uncertainty as I halted my steps, trying to soothe the turmoil within me. I had initially assumed that my unease stemmed from the thought of leaving behind everything I had known – my people, my home. I paused to gather my composure, hoping that calming myself would quell the gnawing feeling that something was awry.

However, my attempts were futile. This wasn't just separation anxiety but something deeper, more sinister.

I had pushed aside the growing sickness in my gut, dismissing it as mere nerves, but that facade was crumbling. The unease had swelled, now impossible to ignore. A premonition of impending doom had taken root, and I could no longer suppress it.

I closed my eyes, allowing a silent tear to escape, tracing its path down my cheek. The truth I had been evading was now an inescapable reality.

"Lucian, where are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered to myself, my voice a mixture of frustration and sorrow. The universe had conspired to play a cruel trick on my heart. How could he leave me in such uncertainty on a day that held the promise of our shared dreams?

I took a shuddering breath, attempting to steady myself, yet my world felt unravelling. The weight of my emotions threatened to crush me, my headache from the strain. The sting of betrayal cut deep, a wound inflicted by the one I had entrusted with my heart.

As I struggled to regain my composure, I sensed a presence behind me, causing a jolt of panic to surge through me. I didn't need to turn to know that I was no longer alone. A deep, authoritative voice resonated, freezing me in place.

"What are you doing out here with your bags, Alicia?" The voice pierced the night, and my heart thundered in my chest. There was no escape. I knew what lay ahead; there was no use denying it.

The weight of my dread intensified as I turned, my gaze meeting those who had discovered me. I had been caught, ensnared in a trap I hadn't seen coming. The fear that gripped me was beyond description. To call it terror would be an understatement. My throat felt dry, my breath shallow as I wrestled with my apprehension.

I swallowed, my throat constricting as I slowly faced the inevitable. These people I had known all my life, who upheld our coven's rules and traditions with unwavering conviction. Their anger was palpable like a dark cloud threatening to smother me.

I took a deep breath, the air heavy with tension, and turned to meet my fate.

My heart raced, and the realization that my actions would have dire consequences washed over me. I was trembling, caught between fear and regret. As their accusing eyes bore into mine, I knew that my defiance had sealed my fate, and the gravity of the punishment that awaited me loomed like a shadow over my heart.

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His Witchy Mate
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Chapter 1 Betrayal

23/08/2023

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Chapter 2 Caught

23/08/2023

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Chapter 3 Sent to Prison

23/08/2023

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Chapter 4 He is Back

23/08/2023

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Chapter 5 Be My Maid

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Chapter 6 Forced by Mother

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Chapter 7 Sold to Him

23/08/2023

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Chapter 8 Belong To The Alpha

23/08/2023

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Chapter 9 Cruel Mother

23/08/2023

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Chapter 10 Back To The Dungeon

23/08/2023

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Chapter 11 Pain In The Dungeon

24/08/2023

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Chapter 12 Alpha's Mate

24/08/2023

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Chapter 13 Lycan Wants To See Me

26/08/2023

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Chapter 14 The Other Girl

27/08/2023

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Chapter 15 Her Lover Is Back

28/08/2023

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Chapter 16 The Other Guy Is Flirting With Me

28/08/2023

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Chapter 17 Payback Time

28/08/2023

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Chapter 18 Took Advantage Of Me

28/08/2023

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Chapter 19 He Still Cares

28/08/2023

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Chapter 20 The Witches Spell Book

28/08/2023

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Chapter 21 Alicia Is Missing!

28/08/2023

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Chapter 22 Fight Between Women

28/08/2023

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Chapter 23 Saved By Lover

28/08/2023

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Chapter 24 A Memory Spell

28/08/2023

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Chapter 25 Erased Her Memory

28/08/2023

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Chapter 26 Consequences Of Her Actions

28/08/2023

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Chapter 27 Punishment For Her

28/08/2023

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Chapter 28 Dream About Him

29/08/2023

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Chapter 29 His Sister

13/09/2023

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Chapter 30 Her Anger

14/09/2023

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Chapter 31 Tie You To My Bed

16/09/2023

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Chapter 32 Outside The Castle

22/09/2023

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Chapter 33 Run Away

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Chapter 34 Devil Wants To Cage Me

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Chapter 35 Punishment

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Chapter 36 Playing A Dangerous Game

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Chapter 37 Her Act

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Chapter 38 Hot Night

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Chapter 39 His Cold Behaviour

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Chapter 40 Banquet

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