The Alpha's Witch

Chapter1

Seline's POV

I run my palms down the front of my dress to smoothen out the wrinkles but it doesn't do much for the dress. It still looks like something that was used to play tug of war between two bears and unfortunately, my light got cut off so there's nothing that can be done about it.

If I ever win the lottery, the first thing that I'll do is set my ugly pink waitress gown on fire then bottle up the ashes which I'll then throw into the ocean just to make sure that it can never be seen again.

Sighing, I internally promise to pay my light bills as soon as I get my paycheck today. Right after I pay my rent, and my water bill and then set aside a little for grocery, I'll definitely pay it.

Taking my gaze away from the image of me in the mirror, I pick up my house key and head for the front door.

I shut my front door and climb down my stairs as I get ready for another day of work. I haven't even started it and yet, I can't wait for it to be over.

The walkway is lonely as I stroll the fifteen-minute distance from my house to the cafe where I work.

I'm humming softly to myself with my gaze fixed on the ground when a pair of legs block my pathway. My brows furrow as I trail my eyes up those legs and onto a face that I'm very familiar with.

Rolling my eyes, my hands clench into fists so that I don't get tempted to punch the face of Mason, my ex-boyfriend and recently, my stalker.

"What do you want this time?" I ask exasperatedly as I look at a face that I now wonder how I ever found attractive. It must have been all those lack of sleep and caffeine.

He smiles boyishly and steps closer to me. "Seline, I already said I'm sorry. Can't you just forgive me so that we can put this behind us and move on to the future?"

I'm gritting my teeth so hard that I actually hear a little crack. The audacity! "I don't know how I'll be able to move past seeing your little d**k inside the ass of another woman in my house," I tell him with a perfectly even voice. I nearly pat myself on the back for not losing my cool. "Excuse me. I have to get to work," I say overly sweetly as I sidestep him.

"Seline, wait," he calls out.

Of course, I don't f*****g wait. In fact, I hasten my steps to get the f**k away from him.

A yelp as a tight grip wraps around my arm and pulls me into Mason's chest.

I drag my arm out of his hold as I turn around to glare at him. "Don't f*****g touch me."

His eyes narrow and his nose flare in anger. Then he moves into my face. "I'm f*****g tired of this attitude that you've been giving me," he says with a sneer. "We both know that you can't do better than me so why don't you drop this goody two shoe act and go back to being my bitch."

My mouth drops as my hand lifts and gives him a slap across his face.

His head whips to the side from the sheer force of the slap and I take some pride in knowing that I did that.

That pride dies a fast death when he turns his head back slowly. His eyes flash and his fangs slide out of his mouth as his eyes turn cat-like.

I yelp as he grips my arm and pulls me closer to him. "You're going to regret doing that," he whispers.

Mason has never once placed his hands on me but in that moment I fear that my constant rejection might have just brought out that side of him. But I refuse to coward under his gaze just because he's a panther shifter with extraordinary strength while I'm a witch with human strength.

I open my mouth to tell him to get his f*****g hands off him when a shadow appears from the corner of my eye.

"Why don't you take your hands off that lady," a low voice says with a threatening growl.

"f**k off, dude," Mason says without turning around to see who our visitor is.

A hand appears on Mason's shoulder and a second later, I hear bones cracking. "I said get your f*****g hands off her," the stranger repeats.

Mason cries out and immediately lets go of me to clutch his shoulder. "What the hell," he yells out as the stranger shoves him onto his ass.

"Scram."

With that one word from the stranger, Mason picks himself off the floor and runs away like the devil is on his ass. Again, I silently wonder what I ever found attractive in him.

I turn to face my rescuer and watch as his claws retract and his black eyes turn to grey-colored eyes.

"Thank you for helping me out," I tell him. I want to believe that I could have easily handled Mason on my own but it's nice to know that I didn't have to.

"You're welcome." Then he rubs his nape. "How about I escort you to where you're headed just in case that asshole decides to come back."

I point at the café that's a few feet away from where we're. "That's where I work and I'm sure that I can walk that distance without putting my life in danger," I joke. "Thank you for offering."

He nods and I give him a soft smile as I walk away. That smile dies down as soon as I turn my back to him. From the claws and black eyes, it seems that he's a wolf shifter and wolf shifters are bad news.

I'm the first person to get to the cafe so I open it up and do a quick cleaning before the customers start coming in. The other few co-workers that I have troop in a few minutes later and for the next few hours, we work together to take orders and serve the customers.

The doorbell above the door chimes for the umpteenth time and I turn around to greet the new customer but pause as my rescuer walks in with three other persons behind him.