The Alpha's Witch-Bride

Chapter 4

The playful expression he’d had had vanished and he had instantly become ferocious. Like the alpha that had snuck up on her a couple of minutes ago. His eyes seemed almost animal-like as he focused on her with all of his attention.

“He has a plan and we don’t get a happy ending.” She said, relaxing her expression a little bit. “He’s grown bored of hell and says he wants to come and play for a little bit.”

“Hell?!” He asked her. For the first time, showing shock.

The bar almost went silent as soon as Jackson reiterated what she had just said. The only thing that made it less awkward was the clink of glass in the air.

“Yes.” She said, holding back the grimace that was forming on her face.

“By him, you mean –“Jackson asked, a drop of sweat trickling down his brow.

It was an awkward pause but the air seemed to grow stiff at the mere mention of his name.

Raya nodded as if to say that the person or thing in question did not need so much of an introduction. The King of hell himself had been told in most bedtime stories as the very incarnate of evil itself. The absolute embodiment of chaos.

The room fell silent. An awkward eeriness swept through the bar like moss that was being led by the desert wind. She had come here to make an alliance but she did not know if this was the right thing to do. It was true about all the things that she had said.

She could hear the low growls in their throats but he was especially prevalent as she was standing next to him. She had thought that they would be having a private conversation but she guessed that was out the window. It did not matter what she was going to say, this was a wolf den. They would hear her with those ears of theirs.

Her visions and dreams had started only a couple of months ago. She would wake up in cold sweat, not sure if she was still dreaming. She would often need to pinch herself and sometimes it felt like she was still in hell. Oftentimes, she would blank out during the day and slip into a trance.

That was where she usually heard the plans they had made to invade the earth. She never got close to his seat. It was far too hot for her to come close that casually.

Even his minions had to risk their faces and their entirety being scorched off every time they came closer to give a report. As a matter of fact, almost every time, they got boiled to death if that was even a thing, she wondered inwardly.

“So how do we handle this thing?” He asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room for the last minute.

“I don’t know.” She admitted to him, turning away from his piercing gaze for a second. It was hard enough talking about this when he was staring at her with his blue eyes. He didn’t seem to know that he had a kind of effect on people from what she noticed.

He let a smile crease his lips as he casually ran his hands through his dark hair.

“You say you want an alliance, don’t you sweetheart?” he asked with a cocky but relaxed smile creasing his brow.

He turned his soft yet piercing gaze on her as he evidently ran his eyes all over her body. She felt his stare on her brown skin as she tried her hardest not to flinch from the attention.

No, that would give him some satisfaction. She did not want to show that he got to her in any way at all. It was the last thing that she needed right now. She came here to get an alliance out of him and that was exactly what she was going to do. She had no intention of him belittling her with his gorgeous eyes and his chiseled jawline. No.

She would hold her ground firmly if that was the last thing she did.

Jackson smiled a soft smile as he etched closer to her in a slow but deliberate motion.

She held her breath, unable to move as he came closer to her with his nose first.

"You have a distinct scent." He said against her neck.

If he was not so close, she might have collapsed from near asphyxiation. But he was.

She gulped down the saliva that she'd had in her throat as she was unable to do anything.

"I can smell flowers," He said as he slowly returned to his former state. "— but I can't quite put my finger on the other things that I smell." He said rather disappointed in himself.

"Don't feel bad." She said, unsure where that came from. "It's herbs and natural ointments. Those have been in my family for generations." She told him.

"Ah, well that explains it then." He said with finality.

Men were such visual and simple creatures, she told herself. Or was it just him that was this simple and easygoing? He'd seemed to accept the fact that this was something beyond his control very easily and that was it. No questions asked but not her. She knew she would obsess over things that she knew she could not control.

"About what I asked. This is not just for my own benefit. It is more serious than anyone thinks." She told him.

"I know. And I am taking it quite seriously." He said as he came closer to her again.

"What're you doing?" She said; this time unable to hold her composure.

"Registering your scent." He said in a hushed tone that sounded dismissive yet attentive to the detail he was intent on registering.

"Oh." She said in a tone that felt like she had judged him wrongly. "What were you doing the other time?" She added, unsure where she was going with this.

"Other time?"

"When you came close to me." She said.