The King's Witch

Her Desperate Attempt

Tyana couldn’t hide her dismay and fear in knowing that these men were Lykans. The one who kissed her was a werewolf. He hadn’t seen one before and she only read and heard about them in her books and stories from her personal attendants.

They were indeed magnificent creature. A dozen of men were standing back and only this guy’s brother came forward. The rest of them were very uneasy and wary and checking for ..enemies? With their stance and uniforms, they were wearing dark suits, they looked like some high-ranking guards.

These Faolan and his rude brother of Lykan clans could be some alphas in a pack though she hadn’t read about alphas going around with this many convoy just like a royalty.

But whatever it was, they were still killers. These creatures killed her mother and no matter how dignified they looked, they were still monsters. They were enemies. Slowly slipping some gold dust from her drawstring pocket.

“Fumudios!” Smokescreen covered the fields. It reaches the entire half of the massive area.

She had to run away. It would be impossible for them to scent and see in this thick fog. Running in the direction where she thought no one was there, she blew the remaining gold. “Nitropa Belcumara”. At last she was transported. She could feel it. Though she was closing her eyes imagining the castle, she knew she was lifted and now flying in the clouds. The air changed too. The smell of the environment turned to a very nasty scent. Was she heading to the forest of Sabor in the northernmost are of the castle? It had a lot of nasty smelly magical herbs use for poison. But why she couldn’t feel her legs. She wanted to see what was happening but she couldn’t open her eyes. They were dropping. She was losing her consciousness! The smell was suffocating her.

Then a familiar masculine scent enveloped her and strong muscles caught her limp body. She was passing out in his arms. When she was about to completely faint, she still managed to hear the Lykan's voice.

"You got a feisty mate right there, Sif. She's not gonna be easy."

Mate? I am someone's mate? And darkness consumed her.

"Really? She's a princess?" Faolan looked unbelieving. He too was surprised in hearing that Wiccans have royalties though it showed in her elegance and poise as she carried herself while giving her introduction. She spoke with finesse and authority as a princess would. "Well, what a coincidence! I'm a prince. I mean you're a king." He let out a hearty laugh, teasing him, remembering his reaction in the field a while ago. That was actually a wrong move.

He didn't want to look possessive or threatened by his brother's charm because he never had. Tyana was his mate but that didn't mean he was compelled to be mated with her. It was his choice.

Now, they were on the way back home to the Corvin castle with Tyana in the backseat of the car leaning on his shoulders while Faolan was driving. She was still in deep sleep. He was actually surprised a while ago and he never thought she would put up a fight against strong Lykan male around her. She was fearless do that.

She thought she could get away. But with his senses been reinforced, even that thick, evil-smelling mist couldn't hide her from him. His sentinels and even Faolan were not able to react quickly, not because they are totally blinded by the haze but also because of its suffocating smell. Despite that, he was able to track her easily before she could try to disappear again.

But what surprised him was she too was affected by her own spell. With her small body, with just a small breath of that smog, it would surely knock her down. And before she collapased, he already secure her in his arms.

"Kidding aside bro, what's your plan with Tyana?" Sif hissed by how casual he called her but then suddenly pondered on his game plan. Honestly, he also didn't know. He promised to himself to just take a look at her and check on her and satisfy his curiosity. And he did. He knew what kind of faction she came from. She was a stunning witch. Witches were out of his prospects since he never thought of them as alluring and gorgeous. They were really out of his options so knowing she was a witch was a big surprise to him.

But having those kind of beauty was not a big deal for him. He only took his woman with those standards and caliber. Aside from he also got his abilities heightened to its fullest potentials. He didn't have any business with. But why was he so caring when he was carrying her to the car as if he was going to keep her for good?

"Bro, though she's a royal, we don't have much information about witches but I sure know they get old." He knew it too. There used to be an old hag in the castle centuries ago as one of his father's advisors. "They're not much of an immortal like us." Though they had magic and powers, they were still like mortals. They get old and perished in time.

"Well, that's not actually my concern right now. I'm more puzzled on why she wanted to escape when in fact we were not threatening her."

"Exactly. She was clutching on your arm and in second did that?! Something must have scared her." He remembered how she was frightened when his men were running towards them. She looked so afraid like a lost child looking for her mom. That kind of look had gutted him and would surely etch in his memory.

He suddenly felt her move. She was moaning and murmuring in her sleep with eyebrows drawn together in agitation. Was she crying? She lifted her palms as though she was doing magic in her dreams. "Please take me home."

He caught her palm and rested it back in her lap.

"Yes, I'm taking you home. In my home."