His Witchy Mate

~ Alicia ~

I held the bags tightly, my heart racing as I stood outside my house. I had carefully chosen this corner, hidden from prying eyes. It was well past midnight, and the chances of anyone passing by were slim, but I couldn't afford the risks.

This was the day I longed for when I finally broke free from my land and the coven that bound me.

I took a deep breath, the cool night air filling my lungs as I walked along the path that led to our secret meeting spot. Lucian and I planned this carefully, ensuring the location was far enough from our territories to minimize the risk of being caught.

Every detail was thought through, and every step was strategically calculated. Excitement and trepidation hung around my neck as I considered my decision.

As I reached the spot, I stepped into the shadows and waited; my senses were heightened.

I scanned the surroundings, hoping to glimpse Lucian's familiar form. But the night remained silent, and there was no sign of him. Panic crept in, threatening to consume me. What if something went wrong? What if he couldn't make it?

"Lord, please, where is he?" I whispered into the darkness, my voice tinged with anxiety. I glanced down at the bags, evidence of our planned escape.

My heart pounded, my thoughts racing. Suddenly I realized the significance of what I was doing, the consequences looming like a storm cloud.

Time ticked on, each second stretching out like an eternity. I paced back and forth, my eyes darting around the night, searching for movement. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve, threatening to shatter my carefully constructed plan. I was a witch, and the rules of our coven were rigid, unwavering. The foremost among them was etched in my mind: "Never fall in love with a werewolf."

The weight of those words pressed down on me, the gravity of my emotions at odds with the strict doctrine I had been raised under. My heart yearned for Lucian, a love that defied tradition and expectation.

But the reality of the situation was stark – my people would never accept our relationship, and the consequences of being discovered were dire.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to steady myself. I refused to let fear paralyze me. This was my choice, the path I was determined to follow. I held onto the memory of our shared dreams and our promises to each other.

No matter the obstacles ahead, I was ready to face them, hand in hand with Lucian. As doubt threatened to consume me, I clung to the flicker of hope, determined to brave whatever challenges awaited us.

Thousands of years ago, the witches and the werewolves were entrenched in a bitter and bloody conflict. The werewolves had preyed upon the witches, treating them as objects to be used and discarded at their whim. The witches, fed up with this oppressive treatment, had risen in protest. But when the werewolves turned a deaf ear to their cries, the war ignited fiercely. Years of strife followed, each side determined to overpower the other.

Eventually, exhaustion settled in, and the realization dawned that the cycle of violence was unsustainable. The witches and werewolves reached a truce, deciding to part ways, forever keeping their worlds separate.

The ancient war had etched itself deep into their collective memories. The hatred was kept alive, a cautionary tale passed down through generations, ensuring the bitterness and mistrust remained, even though the war itself had become a distant memory.

But for me, that history was much more than just tales of the past. It was a living, breathing part of my reality. The divide between witches and werewolves was a chasm I dared not cross.

The thought of werewolves triggered discomfort, a reminder of a painful past. Our coven held the rule sacred: "Never fall in love with a werewolf." Yet, my heart had betrayed that command, leading me to Lucian, a werewolf – a royal one.

I had encountered him during an assignment, and in that single, stolen glance, my heart recognized him as my forbidden love. His presence was magnetic, his essence drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Our love blossomed in secret, our hearts entwining despite the vast sea of prejudice that separated us.

Now, as I stood in the shadows, clutching the bags that held our escape plan, anxiety gnawed at me. Lucian was late. The waiting was becoming unbearable, each passing second stretching into eternity. I resisted the urge to use my powers to find him; I knew the consequences could be dire. My fellow witches were ever-watchful, and any hint of unusual activity could trigger suspicion.

I glanced around again, my heart sinking as hope began to wane. I had waited for hours, but there was no sign of him. Frustration and fear clawed at my chest. The woods around me were thick with an oppressive silence. Tears threatened to escape my eyes, my anxiety bubbling over.

"Lucian, where are you? Please, don't do this to me," I whispered. My voice tinged with desperation. The need to find him overwhelmed me, propelling me out of my hiding spot and deeper into the woods. The unease in my gut grew stronger, a feeling I had learned to trust over the years.

Tears blurred my vision as I searched, my heart pounding with fear and determination. The reality of his absence weighed heavily on me. Had he changed his mind about eloping? Was he in danger? The thoughts churned in my mind, each possibility more terrifying than the last.

My sense of time began to warp as I continued to search, the minutes stretching out like hours.

The realization struck me like a blow – he wasn't coming. My gut feeling had been right. Panic surged through me, and I sank to my knees, overwhelmed by grief and disappointment. Our dreams of escape were crumbling, and I was left in darkness, grappling with the painful truth that my love might have been in vain.

The night air was heavy with uncertainty as I halted my steps, trying to soothe the turmoil within me. I had initially assumed that my unease stemmed from the thought of leaving behind everything I had known – my people, my home. I paused to gather my composure, hoping that calming myself would quell the gnawing feeling that something was awry.

However, my attempts were futile. This wasn't just separation anxiety but something deeper, more sinister.

I had pushed aside the growing sickness in my gut, dismissing it as mere nerves, but that facade was crumbling. The unease had swelled, now impossible to ignore. A premonition of impending doom had taken root, and I could no longer suppress it.

I closed my eyes, allowing a silent tear to escape, tracing its path down my cheek. The truth I had been evading was now an inescapable reality.

"Lucian, where are you? Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered to myself, my voice a mixture of frustration and sorrow. The universe had conspired to play a cruel trick on my heart. How could he leave me in such uncertainty on a day that held the promise of our shared dreams?

I took a shuddering breath, attempting to steady myself, yet my world felt unraveling. The weight of my emotions threatened to crush me, my headache from the strain. The sting of betrayal cut deep, a wound inflicted by the one I had entrusted with my heart.

As I struggled to regain my composure, I sensed a presence behind me, causing a jolt of panic to surge through me. I didn't need to turn to know that I was no longer alone. A deep, authoritative voice resonated, freezing me in place.

"What are you doing out here with your bags, Alicia?" The voice pierced the night, and my heart thundered in my chest. There was no escape. I knew what lay ahead; there was no use denying it.

The weight of my dread intensified as I turned, my gaze meeting those who had discovered me. I had been caught, ensnared in a trap I hadn't seen coming. The fear that gripped me was beyond description. To call it terror would be an understatement. My throat felt dry, my breath shallow as I wrestled with my apprehension.

I swallowed, my throat constricting as I slowly faced the inevitable. These people I had known all my life, who upheld our coven's rules and traditions with unwavering conviction. Their anger was palpable like a dark cloud threatening to smother me.

I took a deep breath, the air heavy with tension, and turned to meet my fate.

My heart raced, and the realization that my actions would have dire consequences washed over me. I was trembling, caught between fear and regret. As their accusing eyes bore into mine, I knew that my defiance had sealed my fate, and the gravity of the punishment that awaited me loomed like a shadow over my heart.

"I can explain," I stammered as my voice quivered in response to my swirling emotions. My eyes were already brimming with tears, and my heart was pounding loudly. I was well aware of the consequences that awaited me for my grave mistake.

"We would like to hear it. By the way, it is so late, and you know witches are banned from staying out this late. Especially females!" His deep voice resonated with each word, a heavy reminder of the gravity of my situation.

His men stood by his side, their stern expressions mirroring his displeasure. My gaze remained fixed on the ground, unable to meet the piercing gaze of his angry eyes. His authority was unchallengeable as head of security.

His words weighed heavily on my shoulders. We were taught from birth not to leave the coven after dark. The consequences of violating it were dire. My heart raced, anxiety growing within me as I awaited his judgment.

"Alicia? What are you thinking about? You said you could explain your reasons for being out of the coven so late, and with your luggage for that matter," he prompted, his tone brimming with impatience. His words brought me back to the present, urging me to find my voice.

I felt my face pale, cold dread creeping through me. What could I say to justify my actions? I couldn't lie – they would see right through it, and the consequences would be even worse. I lifted my gaze slightly enough to see the stern visage of the head of security. He was a symbol of authority, his gaze unwavering and severe.

The truth weighed heavily on my tongue, which had the potential to unravel not just my fate but the carefully maintained peace between our coven and the werewolves. My heart raced as my mind grappled with the magnitude of my confession.

His patience was thin; I could sense it in the tense air around us. I had brought this upon myself, breaking not just one but two sacred laws – falling in love with a werewolf and being outside the coven's bounds after dark. These rules were rooted in history and shaped by past violence. The werewolves' affinity for the night had made them powerful enemies during the war, so we had to enact strict curfews.

"I apologize," I murmured, bowing my head to accept my fate. My voice trembled, my throat tight with emotion. Lying was not an option – they would see through it, and the truth would eventually emerge. My eyes burned with unshed tears as I bit down hard on my lips, fighting to keep my emotions in check. I was prepared to bear whatever punishment they saw fit, to endure the consequences of my actions.

My thoughts spiralled, my heart heavy with the weight of betrayal. Why had Lucian abandoned me like this? Had he orchestrated this to trap me? It was unfathomable, the hurt deep and raw. I had trusted him with my heart, and he had seemingly turned his back on me. As I faced the impending judgment, my confusion mingled with sorrow, leaving me more vulnerable than ever.

There was a mist surrounding my world, like a distant dream. The air felt heavy with tension, a weight that pressed against my chest and made breathing difficult. I could hear his words echoing with anger and accusation, but they barely registered.

"You, you are not ready to speak? Let's see how long you can keep your mouth closed. Seize her!" His command cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. The guards, obedient as always, closed around me, their fingers gripping my arms intensely.

Surprisingly, I felt no fear. This scene was far from unfamiliar – I had seen countless witches being arrested, their fate sealed by the unyielding hand of the head of security. The tyrant was a hothead and a rule-follower.

I let them pull me along, my steps unsteady. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision, a silent testament to the storm of emotions within me. Love had been a mirage, a cruel deception that had led me astray. It was a tale woven with pain and betrayal, a realization that had left my heart slashed and bleeding. I realized love was never about rainbows and happiness; it was a promise of sorrow and suffering. And I had chosen that willingly, embracing my punishment for my choices.

My mind echoed with bitter words directed at him – Lucian. The cause of all this agony. "I will never forgive you for this, Lucian," I muttered, my voice a whisper carried by the wind as I forced myself to move forward. The guards shoved me roughly as if they had forgotten I was more than just a commoner, more than just a girl. My identity, my station – they all seemed to blur into insignificance at this moment.

The room I was brought to was grand and imposing. The queen of the witches was seated on a huge throne. The council members flanked her, their eyes trained on me with suspicion and curiosity. Yet, my focus was elsewhere. My eyes met those of the woman who had brought me into this world, my mother. Her expression was a tumultuous blend of anger, disappointment, worry, and confusion.

The queen's voice broke the silence, her words like ice cutting through the air. "So, you vehemently refuse to admit the truth, Alicia? Do you wish to have your memory checked instead?"

I remained on the floor, my hands bound, dirty and disheveled. The weight of tears clung to my lashes, threatening to spill at any moment, but I refused to let them see. They would not have the satisfaction of witnessing my vulnerability.

"I told you before, my queen," my voice finally found its way out, steadier than I had expected. "I will not open my mouth. Sorry."

My gaze turned away as if avoiding the storm that raged around me. My mother's voice pierced the air, a mix of reprimand and desperation, but it barely reached my ears. My face turned into a silent protest against their judgment.

"I can't believe her insolence, Trainor!" The queen's tone held a disbelief I could almost taste, her gaze shifting from me to my mother. She seemed taken aback by the way I dared to speak to her.

But in the cacophony of accusations, I found solace in my own defiance.

My mother's apologies hung heavy in the air, a constant reminder of the shame I had brought our family. Her eyes bore into me with a mix of anger and disappointment, and I felt their weight like a physical burden.

The queen's decree cut through the tense atmosphere, her words carrying the weight of authority. "Fine then, since Alicia would not state why she was out so late, call in the older witches to check the memory of this stubborn child." The room agreed, and the decision was made without hesitation. The older witches were summoned, their presence signalling a sense of gravity to the situation.

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over. I fought to keep them in check, to not show my fear to those who held power over me.

As the older witches entered the room, Alicia's heart raced erratically. It was as if the world had narrowed to the center of the room, her own beating heart. This was it – a moment she had dreaded that would lay bare her secrets and vulnerabilities for all to see. She understood, deep down, that resistance was futile. What was to come would happen regardless of her wishes.

"You called for us, your Highness?" The voice of an old woman cut through the silence, her presence commanding attention. Alicia's gaze snapped toward her, realizing the woman had entered without noticing.

The witch was striking, her fiery hair contrasting with the wisdom etched into her features. Despite her age, she seemed to radiate an otherworldly beauty. Alicia couldn't help but be captivated by her, her appearance defying the passage of time. She was not alone, accompanied by two equally powerful-looking women who seemed to exude an aura of strength.

"Yes, I did. Thank you so much for honoring my request for your presence, Cassandra," the queen's words carried a mixture of gratitude and authority. She pointed toward me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My eyes were undoubtedly red from hours of crying.

"Alright, do you have anything specific you want to find out from her, your majesty?" Cassandra's voice held a polite and calm tone, belying the power she undoubtedly held.