The Alpha Beast and the omega beauty

Witchcraft

CHAPTER 2

WITCHCRAFT

Again!

All over again…

Mikel always defiles my sanity and growth, just like the beginning.

All I could hear was his distorted voice

“Mazel, mazel, where are you?” Mikel swears to the gods, urging them to reveal my presence

From under the water, all I could see above were blurry visions of darkness. I had made up my mind to relinquish my life to the drift of the waves, A meal to the creatures that dominate the waters.

Yes, I was once suicidal, i diminished myself in every way to muster up the courage to strip my breath away

Then came my hero, one that isn't needed, one that feels the need to “ALWAYS” save me

Mikel dives into the water, as I begin to sink away. A mantle in his eyes were lit, pulling me out…here he is.

I remember the feeling all to well as Mikel Raja barges into the throne room, how he did still surprises me.

Mikel once again has barged into a almost certain death

*Mikel scoffs*

“How lowly you have become mazel, how deluded that you sit and revel in this madness, I do not understand, nor do I want to” Mikel basks in disappointment as the words leaves his lips

“...and what madness is this Mikel?Tell me. I sit at the throne with a king who embraces me and with a council that accepts me”

“Accept you? *scoffs* you stood there as your father was killed, you watched as his lifeless body drops to the rustic floor, battering the pride of your family, our pack and you sit there hallucinating coyness” Mikel speaks with no deference to the alpha sitting in silence

Prince Logan leans forward

“You are but a bold pup, who claims his stupidity on youth and a free tongue” Prince Logan leans back into his throne as he says.

“I do not commend your quest to shame the diadem around my head, you are ardent in a morbid way and it shall cost you your life” Prince Logan further informs

Mikel shivers in what I would see as fear, he indeed was afraid with an upright head

“Is this what you are being molded to be?, mazel? Have you forgotten so soon the memories we have not just as friends, how we sit at midnight just watching the moon, talking about our aspirations!” Mikel falls to his knees while he shudders

“you deprive me the rose, the emotions that come before and after the feeling of joy, you reduce me to the thorns where I cannot vie” Mikel adds

“What is this? Love? Hope? Do you beg for your puny feelings to be avowed? Oh I see…i see clearly what this is” Prince Logan smirks at Mikel

“You to want to be lifted from the muds that only the weak reside in, a buffet when the real predators come together” Prince Logan adds

“My Prince, my Prince a bunch of lowly wolves scour the gate looking to riot” one of the guards informs.

*growls*

The Prince ascends from his sit with a fowl look, his steps makes the guts recoil

“Slay them! And take this one to the dungeon where he will be tended to like cancer, The malady” Prince Logan instructs

“As you wish sire” the guards obeys

They drag Mikel through the palace halls and casts him to the cold and lonely walls of a barred room

…and there they were, the blood of my family pattering on the floor, playing a beat of extinction.

From my room, I watched as another pack of Omega's was demolished. Throughout the realm, centuries ago, the wolf community decided to separate the hierarchical structure and the consequences still lingered.

In a way, such that the strongest and most formidable applicants are nonpareil

Breeding the alpha of alpha's, the beta of beta's and a one true omega, in those times whoever was made to be champion will become the leader

…and so, many still believed in the tale of hostility and scrutiny.

Now here before me is the death of my pack and family, the flamenco of their feets and tradition being stripped from them, never again to be revived.

“Mazel lazeey, you think yourself free from your family. Not everything is hidden and ignored under the light of the moon goddess and for this cause, you shall Rue. The Gods be with you” a fading curse I hear, without a face, but a dying scent.

The cries I hear, the thuds I see. My father ghost smiling at me with his gold tooth in mockery evoking a sense of solitude

“Your highness” the maiden says waking me up from the trance

“The Prince awaits you at the dining, you must go quickly as you oughtn't make him wait else he becomes stale” the maiden warns me

I, in an instant, go to join the Prince.

The aroma of roasted meat and lamb wafted up, tantalizing my nose and parching my throat. I had never seen an abundance of food gathered in one place.

“Sit!” Prince Logan speaks

“Yes my lord”

“I find it a bit baffling that you do not loathe me, even after the incident in the pub?” Prince Logan stares at me as he slices the meat.

You did me a favor my prince, my father was rather a dirty pig and had no restraint for his c**k, Yet again, I am but a lady blinded by love, love for you my prince. I do wonder, why me? especially the words that came after his death.

“My dear, there are larger and more powerful forces at play, who will make even a doll dance to their tunes, but I do not respond well to threats, regardless of that fact” Prince Logan munches on the meat.

*gulps*

“This may sound, unwilling or even unsettling, but I have always said to myself that I was going to follow my heart whenever it spoke” Prince Logan adds

He takes a sip of wine and strolls slowly to me

“You see, ever since I was young I have always found putrescence rather churlish, we wolves have an odour I detest and for that reason I am unable to commune with others, which I do not wish to do” Prince Logan reaches me and stretches out his arm yearning for mine

I nod my head in consent as I to want to feel his touch

“i found serenity in the absence of rancid smell and infirmities which drew me to the pub where i found something extraordinary making my heart beat with every whiff of purity” Prince Logan says as he kisses my hand

I blush.

“You don't smell, and I find that sexy and intoxicating” Prince Logan hand reaches for my breast as he speaks

*slight moan*

As his touch advanced my breath became more passionate like an anvil forging an unbreakable bond.

*kissing me all the way to my shoulder, he says” You see, a mate isn't someone you bare pups with or have just for social structure to perceive a strong and stable family front, that was a philosophy I abhorred”

“In its stead, MY mate will be the one who drives me insane with every touch, scent and sounds she makes, making me stronger by giving herself to me” Prince Logan kisses my nape as I am taken aback in my chair

Like a worm, his saltiness burns me, sates me

“Your eyes, my love. They remind me of the days where I cannot find my footing and I look for the moon goddess everywhere knowing with one look she would make me whole and with every haze of clouds, she heals me” The prince words drool me

He lifts me up grasping onto my waist, as I feel his claws gently on my back as he rakes away the fabric that comes betwixt us, he pulls me closer to his chest and enveloping me in his charm.

Making me once again inclined to his beauty, I latch on to him, rubbing my cheeks on his, he whispers…

“Do you know the story of the gold tooth?” The Prince asks as he releases me from his romantic captivity