Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“Is this space protected? Nobody can hear us?” I asked, and Brax kicked the door shut.
“Now it is. What’s wrong? Did your brother do something? Where is he? I’ll tear his throat out,” Brax snarled, and I shook my head.
“No, I just left Ryleigh’s room. He left to get food with Vaughn, but she’s been poisoned. It’s stopping her mating connection with Vaughn’s soul.”
“She’s getting sick and has pains from it, but he is changing. It’s making him hostile.
We need to get their souls connected again, but I’ve put Mom and Galen on that.
“We need to figure out who is here that is poisoning things. First me, and now Ryleigh,” I said, and Derik looked at Brax.
“I may be able to get some answers. I’ll talk to my mom,” Cain said, stepping forward and sitting down at the head of the pentagram, his legs crossed, his piercings glinting in the candlelight.
His black hair shadowed his face, and his black vest was open, revealing his tattoos, but this time they moved.
I frowned and watched them before swaying a little when the dizziness came.
“Don’t watch them, Spitfire,” Brax whispered in my ear, then pulled me into him, but I shook him off.
I didn’t want to watch them, I wanted to touch them. I stepped toward Cain, my hand out, but Derik grabbed it.
“No, beautiful. Cain is doing witch magic. He’s connecting with Tabby again, so you need to wait,” he said, but I shook him off too.
My magic wanted to touch the tattoos, like it was calling to them.
“I have to touch them, you’ll see,” I said, though I wasn’t sure what they’d see because I had no idea why my magic wanted it, but they did.
Cain looked up and frowned at me as I knelt down next to him. My alphas hovered as Beenie came over and smacked my hand away.
“You’re gonna lose a hand in a minute, Luna. You might share your mating bond with another, but I do not,” she growled, and I shook my head.
“I am happy with my lot, Beenie. I won’t disrespect you, but my magic is calling to his. I have to touch it,” I said, and she clenched her jaw, looking at Cain, who was frowning harder.
“She’s right. My magic is doing the same. It’s luring hers,” he strained out.
Beenie glowered, but she backed up a single step. “Fine.”
I looked to Cain. He frowned again before laughing, and even I joined the others in looking at him like he was crazy.
“It’s Mom. She’s the one making us feel that. If you touch my magic, she can talk to you directly.”
He shook his head and extended his arm to me, his tattoos black and almost metallic as they moved, a snake wrapping around the skulls and roses on his arm, hissing as I put my hand on them.
I grinned as it took me to Tabby’s house.
Cain leaned against the bench, sipping tea as Tabby hobbled over with her walking stick and pulled me into a warm hug.
“Tabby,” I breathed, warmth and comfort filling me.
“Luna,” she said, and her eyes sparkled, her smile wide.
“How was the mountain?” I asked.
Tabby sighed, rolling her eyes before heading over to her wall of potions and mixes.
“Enlightening and frustrating, as always with the witches. They are not happy with the events and are entertaining the idea that our witch is the rogue witch they exiled.
“Adrenna was a wonderful witch before she was exiled, and I do miss her how she was. She was quite supportive of my situation when I became pregnant with Cain.
“Of course, I decided to live here with him, and she couldn’t understand why the witches would be angry with me for it.
“I didn’t technically break the rules, so they couldn’t exile me but if I stayed, they could keep me from my son once he was born. I was not going to let that happen.
“Because of how Adrenna supported me, they were quite hesitant to give me information,” Tabby explained, handing me a tea and sipping hers as we sat at the table.
Cain just listened, keeping our connection there.
“How powerful is she?” I asked, and Tabby shrugged.
“She has always been as powerful as the rest of us, but the issue doesn’t lie in her power. It lies in the fact that she is playing by her own rules.
“You and I even are governed by laws and rules. We are also caged by our own morals and desire to do good, but she has no such will anymore. She will hurt or kill anyone that gets in her way.
“I’m afraid being locked in a shadow realm for decades will do that, and she has been fighting for her life every second of it, so that survival instinct has probably made her crave power like nothing else,” Tabby said.
I nodded, understanding the feeling of helplessness.
“And the creature?” I wondered.
“Good news there. The creature has been designed, programmed through magic to only want her. It won’t kill other things here; it won’t even recognize them as the enemy unless they stand in its way to kill her.”
“So that is why she wants power? To beat the creature that is after her?” I asked, and Tabitha nodded.
“Yes. That would be my guess. The creature hasn’t broken through the shadow realm into this one yet though, and by the way the witches avoided my questioning around it, I would say it won’t get out in time to let it take care of Adrenna for you.”
She sighed, emptying her cup. I sipped my tea and looked at the dark liquid.
“And how do I take care of her?” I asked quietly.
“That I do not know. All I can say is have faith in the balance.”
“I’m trying, but I keep getting this feeling like she will still win, she will still get what she wants.”
“Then it means the fight is not over,” she said cryptically, and I huffed, emptying my tea and standing from the table.
“The witches won’t help?”
She shook her head. “They will only step in if you and the wolves fail.”
“But by then it will be too late.”
“Have faith. I do. Trust your magic, and it will provide,” she said, and I leaned down to hug her.
“And the baby?” I asked, looking down at my stomach.
She smiled down at it, but her smile faltered.
I frowned. “What? What’s wrong?” I demanded as she stepped forward and touched my stomach.
I let her and tried to wait for her to respond, but my magic yanked at me, tugging, trying to take the connection.
I looked at Cain, who had a tight grip on the bench, frowning as he stared at his mom.
“Mom,” he warned, “we’re getting pulled back.” His voice was tight with tension.
“No,” she whispered, holding my stomach.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide, and just as I went to ask her what the hell she saw, why fear covered her face, my magic yanked me back.
I flew back from Cain, Brax catching me as my head spun.
“No!” I cried, shuffling back over to Cain through my haziness.
I grabbed his arm and latched my hands on it, tears in my eyes as the look of horror on Tabby’s face played in my head over and over again.
35. The Betrayal
LORELAI
“Take me back!” I demanded, but Cain shook his head.
“I can’t, I’m tapped out, Lorelai. I’m sorry.” He looked at the alphas and frowned, his nose leaking blood before he wiped it away with a cloth from Beenie.
“Mom said the creature isn’t a concern, it will only hunt for Adrenna, but she did confirm it is her, the rogue witch.
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