Beta's Witch Mate

Chapter 3

　　Fear wasn't enough to describe what was rushing through my veins at this moment, every part of my body was numb and internally shuddered.

　　Just like that I was about to lose my life, I can't believe that I had come this far and it was about to end just like that. My thoughts came to a halt when I was pushing so hard that the back of my head hit the floor besides this gentleman.

　　Did he hate me that much. I immediately sat up with my hand holding the back of my head.

　　I had never felt so wronged in all my life, the fall was an accident and it wasn't my intention to make him my landing for the fall. Tears welled up in my eyes and I didn't bother looking at him again.

　　I stood up and took the dirty sheets with me, I don't were to put them but I hoped to see a basket some where and truly it was there in the bathroom.

　　After dropping them inside, I walked towards the closet and looked around. Even I wasn't daring to look at him and was trying to do want he asked me to.

　　It doesn't take away the fact that am hurt by his actions, I was biting my lip so hard to stop the tears in my eyes from flowing. While growing up every one treated me with respect.

　　No one ever dared to call me a little witch or treat me like am nothing but a pest except this mate of mine. If it's not about the fact that I can't fight for myself yet I wouldn't have stayed.

　　But how can I revenge my people if am not stronger and if I dared to leave then where was I to go. The world outside wasn't good though leaving was the best option.

　　I decided to stay for a few more days and bare this torture and when am strong enough I would leave, I will do my best to forget that I have a mate no matter how painful it is.

　　It's now I realize that I was getting of track and I was being distracted by a mate who doesn't want me. Lost in my thoughts I didn't realize that I had stopped searching in the room until I had a loud bang from outside the room.

　　Startled, I frowned at first before walking out of the room. I hadn't taken further steps into the room when I saw two strong men standing in front of my mate.

　　One had red hair, a piercing on the corner of his upper lip. His green eyes cold as they searched the room until they landed on me.

　　A shiver rushed down my spine and I felt like shrinking back away from that gaze, he was wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans.

　　You could see a starting of tattoos from the skin of his neck just above his shirt. While his friend didn't bother to look this way.

　　He was wearing a grey shirt and black jeans, his black hair combed back. From this side of his face you could see delicate handsome features, but that's all I could see.

　　I couldn't hear what they were talking about though I noticed my mate's face turn more cold and his sharp jaws hardened. Some how his uneasiness affected me.

　　I don't know how it happens but I felt a twitch in my heart, I felt very uncomfortable and unsettled.

　　The urge to run to him grew stronger and I had to figure a way out of this, I immediately turned around no matter how painful it was getting and rushed back to the wardrobe.

　　How can I tell my heart that he is not my mate, naturally he is but decisively he is not.

　　I can't continue like this, even if I have no where to go, staying away from was the best idea. I will go somewhere else and figure out my life, I will forget that I have ever had a mate before.

　　I had a door close outside and guessed that they might have left, I was alone.

　　Moving back I searched for the bed sheets and found a clean black color, I didn't mind his dull sense in this after all that wasn't my bed.

　　I walked out towards the bed and started to focus in the duty at hand though that pain in my heart was still there, I was doing my best to avoid it.

　　He can't affect me cause no matter what, he isn't my mate and I can never bother with everything concerning him.

　　After making his bed I realised I had nothing else to do, I frowned and wondered if I could get out of this place before he returns but I stopped when a sudden idea crossed my mind.

　　A sudden headache started to surface when I realised that most of the stuff I needed to develop my self as a witch was with my lost horse.

　　Those old books grandmother had packed were all lost just like that when that black horse ran away, now where am I to start from.

　　The spells I can recite a few and the potions I can make can be counted on my hand, now I wish I had listened attentively to grandmother while she was teaching me.

　　Now she wasn't here and so were the books, now what am I do especially when I can't do soul dreaming.

　　In my tribe soul dreaming was a talent that only white witches could perform and that's why when I was born to be a white witch my father always hid me away.

　　In my father's words soul dreaming is both a blessing and a curse, with this method the white witch can connect to to under world and talk to the souls of the dead. A few years back when the people realised that such thing exists, white witches started to disappear one by one.

　　Not because they were dangerous or something but some people with bad intentions would kidnap white witches and nurture them to be allies in doing soul dreaming for the bad reasons.

　　When you connect to the dead, a lot of information could be gathered. This led to change of emperors and fights between families and more tragedies.

　　Buts that not all, there's the dead's whisper, that was the most dangerous part of soul dreaming. In this case you can sermon the dead and they will appear in the human form for unlimited time unless a part of your soul departs with you and the dead you summoned can stay up to a month.

　　But in this case, the white witch won't be able to posses all her abilities anymore, she can't do soul dreaming so most people killed them after that.

　　After centuries it was hard to find a single white witch and if one were to appear she would be taken away by the strong ones that was why I was always hidden.

　　But with soul dreaming I could talk to my grandmother and she would teach me one or two and I can develop that way.

　　It wasn't that I couldn't do soul dreaming because I did it a few times to connect with my mother but right now the soul pearl had damaged my soul and it would take a week to completely fuse with my soul unless my mate was willing to let a part of his soul be fused with mine.

　　The soul pearl is like a relationship pearl, in my tribe it only forms when you meet your mate and then with parts of both souls it some how increases the connection between you and your mate and also protects the relationship between the two of you.

　　It fuses your emotions and thoughts, with it you can hear and sense your mates every emotion clearly, you can read there thoughts clearly if far you can appear in their dreams and see each other or talk about all you want.

　　It only disappears when your mate dies.

　　My mate rejected that and I don't know if he knows something about soul pearl, what am I to do. It's not like I can beg that egoistic jerk to help me or talk to him about it, talking with him is useless as he will only hurt me with his words.

　　I sighed in defeat and closed my eyes, truly I was having a splitting headache this instant.

　　I was starting to ask myself why the mate couldn't get off my mind, was it because I was so attracted to him or was it because his rejection did hurt ?

　　It's not like I had expected flowers after meeting my mate, even though father used to talk about it and how it works I never gave it much thought neither did I expect that fateful night would lead me directly in to his arms and he would reject me.

　　Looking at myself bow seated at the sofa, I wondered if staying here was the right thing. I mean I have already been rejected then what am I doing here in his room.

　　I realised that nothing was holding me back, my eyes were now fully open and searched around this large room for a reason as to why am stupidly still staying but there's isn't none.

　　I stood up and paced around for a while in a thought, should I inform that person about my leave or just do what I want. Am sure it won't change his mind and decision about me so why wait.

　　I looked around and lowered my eyes to the silk dress that I had on then something clicked in my mind which made me to immediately sit back down.

　　From a far someone could sense my aura as a witch but what would lead to my early death would be my exposed hair and skin, one look and everyone would know that am a white witch.

　　I paled when all the consequences crossed my mind and fear surged through my veins, where did he put my cloak.

　　Trust me when I say that searching around wouldn't help because am sure taking away the cloak was purposely done and for some stupid reason I can't believe I had let my guard down and got noticed.

　　In all this there's one thing am very sure of, I can't trust this mate of mine.