The Ash Witch and the Alpha

Little Witch

For the first time since she found herself locked away, Tristan didn’t visit the next day, or the day after. At first, Diana was relieved, happy for the solitude and chance to gather her thoughts. But at the end of the second night, she actually missed him and thought of their last moments together often, much to her own disdain. She stood under the steam of the shower, letting the hot water distract her from the heat in her own belly. The way Tristan had kissed her, gripped her body, it awoke something in her. She tried to recall everything she knew about werewolves, her grandfather had been rather insistent on her knowing, for whatever reason and her mind kept recalling what happened when mates found each other, the pull. Desire, plain and simple. She wanted him, no matter how much she hated that she did.

Her fingers reached between her legs as she steadied her back against the glass, Diana justified it as a distraction but in reality, she had been getting more and more restless in that area, especially without seeing Tristan. Diana bit her lip as she played with herself, stifling a moan as her finger circled her c**t. She imaged Tristan, the warmth of his body flush against hers, the way his hard c**k had ground against her clothed center. She was so damn close to reaching a peak when she heard a satisfied growl from the doorway.

Diana stood stock still, her hand falling to her side. Her instincts told her immediately this man was not her mate, he was slightly shorter, yet the same amount of muscle, definitely a wolf. “Don’t stop on my account, I can smell your arousal from here, little witch.” The stranger’s deep voice made her shiver, she felt like a mouse and him the cat.

She was n***d, vulnerable and enraged. “Who the f**k are you?” Diana hated feeling exposed, it put her on the defensive. “I doubt Tristan would appreciate you ogling me.” The man simply took a step forward, taking in the view with a pleased stare.

“Tristan is…out.” He kept his wording purposely vague, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” His hands reached to his belt and she cursed, angry that she didn’t have her magic, her natural line of defense.

“Get. Out.” She gritted her teeth as the man ignored her, dropping his pants and taking off his shirt in one movement. When he continued to ignore her and bent down to take off his socks, Diana took the chance and grabbed the first thing she saw. When he opened the door to the shower, she squeezed the shampoo bottle as hard as she could, coating his eyes and mouth, leaving him sputtering.

“You little b***h!” He lunged for her blindly and she dipped underneath him, skidding into the master bedroom and almost cried with relief, the hex carved into the wall had been slashed, allowing the stranger entrance. “I’ll f*****g get you!” Diana didn’t pause, didn’t hesitate, she ran, ran out the door that she never thought she would leave. Outside was chaos, the sounds ringing in her ear. It was war, wolves slashing at each other, women carrying children to safety. The full moon glowed, flowing through her and she shed a tear at the feeling of her magic returning. If she didn’t kickstart it, it would take at least a week to be back to her full potential.

Diana ran through the chaos, mingling her scent with the battle in hopes that the wolf wouldn’t follow her. She wanted to run, to not look back until she was far away, out of the pack territory, yet her feet lead her to the south entrance of the pack house, where four large wolves were converging on a larger one. He was a tan colored beauty, which was saying something considering Diana had never been a dog person, let alone a wolf person. The four wolves were attacking simultaneously and the lone wolf seemed distracted by her, allowing them to overpower him and she realized immediately she was looking at Tristan, about to meet his death.

“No.” She whimpered, “NO!” She wasn’t sure what she was doing, it was instinct, the earth beneath her feet rumbled, the glow of the moon focused in on her and she felt her body lift off of the ground as she reached her hands out, throwing them apart, the attacking wolves flying in the directions she motioned. The wind howled, the trees nearby withering, the fighting stopped as they all stared at her, blinded by the light emanating from the witch. Her voice was a thousand speakers at once, “Leave…my….mate….alone!” Diana had more authority than an Alpha in that moment, every wolf within sight bore their necks, some turned tail and ran, leaving only the pack members.

Tristan, now safe, returned to human form and had his hands out in caution, “Diana…Diana, it’s all right.” She looked at him, a placid smile on her face but spun, still levitating and reached her hand out, the man who had cornered her in the bathroom came forward, d**g by the invisible force of her magic.

“Please, please, I’m sorry!” The once mighty rogue was whimpering, “I-I–” His words choked in his mouth as he suddenly fell to the ground, the earth opening, swallowing him whole. Daffodils bloomed where his body fell.

“Diana…” Tristan whispered, “Diana, you’re safe, we’re safe, I promise.” He took a step towards her and she seemed to come back to herself, confusion clouding her features and suddenly she was falling. She was blinking rapidly, face pale.

“What….” Her fingers grazed his exposed skin, “You’re n***d…oh god, we’re both naked.” Her face turned bright pink as she lost consciousness.