The Witchwolf

How do you know her

CHAPTER THREE

LEXARA'S POV

I woke up with a giant headache. It felt like my head was splitting into two. The headache was aggravated with every eye blink, making my other body parts more numb than they were already.

My eyes scanned the room, trying to make meaning of the environment I was in. But it didn't take long to notice the frayed faded curtain and the twenty-year-old rickety chair that sat comfortably in the ragged room.

I slowly drifted into consciousness, recognizing every object in the room as mine. With the way they were all looking oddly at me, mocking my presence in an inanimate way, I knew that they equally recognized who I was.

I wondered if they missed me but quickly shook my head to clear out the nonsensical thoughts and focus on what truly mattered.

"If I am indeed in my room, why then does my head feel like twenty Goliaths are singing and clapping in it, and my body like it has recently been dragged out of a cow's faeces hole and hauled into hell fire to burn in fury?"I rhetorically racked my brain for answers

I was still pondering and trying to recollect memories when the angel at the party walked in. He, as usual, was as beautiful as heaven itself. His blue, electric eyes looked very dull but still managed to attract and calm down staring humans — especially me.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked, walking with slow sexy steps towards my laid position on the bed.

"Ah... mhhm" I struggled with difficulty making out an appropriate sound.

He furrowed his brows.

"Have you lost your voice?" His eyes widened in disbelief, letting the words hang on his teeth.

His eyes continued their activity as they sparked an electric empathy. I could feel and see it because we were slowly being connected by something divine. I was sure of that.

"This should be my mate," I whispered to myself. Nothing could explain the energy spark I felt between us.

"But how?" He replied himself, still trying not to believe the scenario. His hands were at Akimbo as he watched me pitifully.

I stared back at him and my eyes released a few trickles of liquid. The memories that had seemed locked up, began to pour out in gushes. Each, threatening to pull down my eyes.

All the unacceptance and three days of dry torture began to shift my brain into an unhealthy stupor.

"I'll go get your mother," he stood up.

The mooing sound that escaped my vocal cords sounded nothing different from that of a bull and was strong enough to frighten my heart out of my chest.

"I'm sorry, I won't do that," he sat back down and patted me on my chest as I lay face up, tears streaming down.

His hands were traveling fast into my breast, but I didn't mind. He was an angel from heaven. Even if he wanted me to get freaky with him, I would. It didn't matter that I was a virgin.

"I'm sorry, he kept reiterating. He had no idea the type of devil my mom was. If he did, he wouldn't have dreamed of trying to tell her about my situation.

I looked at his pointed nose and oval face and more tears fell. They were tears of joy. I had found a would-be mate. He was with me, and I was pretty sure I was going to be alright.

As long as he was with me, no one had the right to touch me. I gave my brain some positive reinforcement, preparing it for future enjoyment.

Suddenly, the worms in my stomach began a violent protest. They couldn't recall when they had last been fed. They snapped my brain out of the reverie of love and harshly pushed it into reality.

My intestines received a surplus of needle-like pricks of hunger.

In order not to annoy the worms more, I began to gesticulate wildly for an immediate response.

"I'll go get something for you to eat," he responded smartly, and my heart cascaded into wonderland. It was nice for someone so handsome to care for me to know my every need even without hearing a word from me.

When he left, I tried to upgrade myself from my lying position to a sitting position, to no avail. My limbs were uncooperative.

Tired and dejected, I relaxed more in my position, and let the tears flow majestically again. My emotions were a mess.

"Did my mom even feel bad at all for me? "Did she regret her cruel actions?" I thought sadly, allowing my tongue the chance to taste the salted tears that had not ceased to flow since my awakening.

If only I could turn into a wolf, I would stand her down.

Rakeri, my cousin, who was just a few years older than I was, had already wolfed out fourteen years ago and had since shown much prowess in all her dealings as a wolf.

I wasn't jealous of her. I tried not to, but my heart broke almost every time she wolfed out in front of me.

Grandfather, especially, showed lots of interest in her. She was the darling granddaughter who could do everything and who was a perfect wolf with silver hair.

I too, also loved her dearly. Not only was she a jack of all trades, her heart was as beautiful as her face.

Even though she had no mate yet, she was still loved by all and sundry. She was at least accepted.

I heard some noise outside the door and I shivered a bit.

"Was that mother?" My heart stopped, constricting and trying to squeeze out oxygen from my lungs.

But it wasn't. His grand entry was announced by the smell of food. He came in with a tray that contained chicken soup and bread.

Surprisingly, my thoughts quickly fled to the day I had collapsed. How did he know my whereabouts? Was there someone he knew there?

"I know it's a weird combination," he drew me out of my ponder. "But that's the only food I could lay my hands on," he explained, laying it carefully on my three-and-a-half-legged table.

The table bent slightly to the right, almost sending the tray and its contents down to earth. But with a strong grip and a desperate search for the table's supportive rocky stone, the table was made into a balanced position. I was ashamed.

"Come on, Rose," he urged on, "it's time to eat," he helped me to a sitting position, and within a twinkling of an eye, I began wobbling the food down.

It was delicious. How could it not be? When an angel's hand had touched it.

"You passed out at the servant's quarters. "Why were you there?" His tender hands still held me upright, helping me eat more as he inquired.

I ignored the question because for the more he spoke, the more ravenously I ate. All I wished to do was to silence the hungry worms and go back to rest.

I coughed.

Are you okay? He asked, and I shook my head while more cough spasms sounded.

"You need some water? Let me go get it. "I hope you'll be fine by yourself," the words rushed out of his lips at once. He was a darling.

I nodded.

Less than a minute from when he stepped out, the door suddenly flew open, revealing my mom in her nighties.

"You're awake," she spoke in a tone that vehemently nodded in anger. Couldn't she at least hide the tone? Did she have to rub the hate on my face?"

I stopped eating, suddenly aware of her predatory presence. Her aura could never go unnoticed.

"It's nice that you are awake!" She smiled slyly. "It's time for you to go get flowers for me from the garden."

"Excuse you! "What did you just say?" A deep monotone that belonged only to the angel was heard. He was back.

"So.. Should I stay without breathing in the wonderful scent of my flowers? "Trust me staying without my flowers for seven days would have been torture enough", she replied sluttily, without even bothering to look at the person who had spoken. "She needs to get up and resume duty."

"And who are you to be so selfish?"

"I birthed her so I own her!" Her voice grew dark with wickedness. "She must do my bidding," she said strongly.

"Leave, Now! "Before I make you," his voice dangerously got deeper, and his fists clenched in a thunder-like stance.

With that, my mom's claws shot out in readiness as she swung herself to the speaker.

"How dare you..." She froze midway, letting the sentence dissolve into thin air. "Darling, what are you doing here?" Her voice softened.

"Sweetheart!!!" He called back in surprise.