The Alpha’s Witch Mate

Episode 9

“Leave me alone!” I yelled at the top of my voice because I felt like I was going crazy and I just needed to break free from them.

“You are not crazy and you will listen. We have one more thing to show you. Afterward, we’ll be off your radar, for now,” Sabrina said and I inhaled deeply and exhaled. That was exhausting.

“So, my sister is an Elder blood and I have to get her to these halls before I will be able to end her. How am I supposed to do that? She won’t come back unless I’ve accepted her to be my queen and that’s not happening. Not on my watch,” I said and silence followed.

“And that is exactly what you will do. You need to lure her here. What better way is there to do that? She wants to rule, you want to end her? She isn’t interested in coming here unless she comes to rule and you’re not interested in bringing her here unless she comes to die. There you have it. A brilliant plan,” she said and I paid close attention. She was actually making a lot of sense. I mean, that could actually work. My sister may have my neck in the process but it’s worth the try.

“Okay, fine. So what more do I need to know?” I asked, but this time calmly and ready to actually learn. “Good,” she said. “With a better attitude too,” the male voice chipped in. He still refused to let me know his name. “You will know my name in due time, Child,” he said cackling.

“The paintings. Yes, the ones all over these walls. Tells us what you know about them,” she asked and I rolled my eyes again. I was already exhausted.

I walked further down the halls and finally stood in the dimly lit chamber, my gaze fixated on the mesmerizing paintings that adorned the walls. The vibrant colors seemed to come alive, whispering secrets of forgotten magic. As I approached the first painting, a tingling sensation ran up my spine, and the air grew heavy with anticipation.

Sabrina's voice, soft and melodic, echoed in my mind. "Serena, you have always felt a deep connection to these paintings, haven't you?"

I nodded my voice barely a whisper. "Yes, ever since I was a child. I've always believed there was something more to them, a hidden power."

The second voice, mysterious and commanding, chimed in. "There is truth in your belief, Serena. These paintings are not just mere art. They hold the key to your destiny."

My eyes widened, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation flooding her thoughts. "What do you mean? How can these paintings guide me?"

Sabrina's voice responded, gentle yet resolute. "They reveal the path to your sister, Amanda, the strong and formidable witch you seek. But beware, dear Serena, for the journey ahead is perilous, and the stakes are high."

My heart pounded in my chest, my voice filled with determination. "I know the risks, Sabrina. Amanda is my sister, and I will do whatever it takes to bring her down and restore balance to our bloodline."

The male voice interjected, its tone filled with wisdom and caution. "Amanda is not alone, Serena. She has found a non-witch mate, a union that has disrupted the delicate equilibrium of power. You must face this reality."

My breath caught in her throat as the truth sank in. “A non-witch partner?” I asked. “Who could it be? A human? A mermaid?” I joked but no one seemed to find it funny at all.

“A werewolf!” She said and the hairs on the back of my neck stood. My blood started to boil, “A what?” A swirl of emotions enveloped me, uncertainty and determination warring within my soul.

“No no, that’s not possible. Even for my sister, no,” I tried defending her but who was I kidding? It was taboo to be even seen associating with the werewolves but mating with them.

“Anything is possible my child. You will be even more shocked and what we have to tell you next,” she said cackling.

“What?” I asked almost impatiently.

“You also have a non-witch mate. Other details, we cannot tell at the moment,” she said and I froze immediately.

“Nonsense! I can never! I hate those beings!” I thundered but they didn’t say a word.

“It’s destiny, my child. Destiny and you will have to live up to it whether you like it or not!” She said sternly.

"I... I have a non-witch mate?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of fear and rage. "How does this affect my journey?"

Sabrina's voice, filled with compassion, reassured her. "The path may be treacherous, Serena, but love can be a formidable force. It is your unwavering bond, the connection you share with your non-witch mate, that will provide the strength to face the challenges ahead." I couldn’t imagine being in love with a werewolf. “Yuck,” I muttered.

The unknown male voice spoke again, his words carrying a sense of determination. "Your mate's love will awaken a dormant power within you, Serena. You will Embrace it, for it is the key to defeating Amanda's darkness."

"I will find Amanda, my sister," I declared, my voice resonating with unwavering conviction. "But mating with a werewolf? That I may not be able to do in this world or the next."

With those words, I stepped forward, my hand outstretched to touch the first painting. The canvas seemed to come alive beneath my fingertips, secrets unfurling with each stroke.

“Why do they do that?” I asked finally and they replied.

“Do what?“

“They come alive when I touch them. The horses start to move, the people start to walk. The ones at war, start to fight. Even the ones in love, start to romance each other,” I said and I was just stating what I had noticed over the years. I always had fun and pleasure watching a whole story form beneath my touch.

“It’s your story and more importantly, an ancient repetition. Those drawings on the walls will repeat itself and we’re not very far from it repeating itself during your reign.”