Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
If they were so powerful, then there was only one reason they needed the rogues on our asses.
A distraction.
I turned and ran. I dodged rogue after rogue, using my magic when they got too close.
Derik was hot on my heels, covering me as I moved through them all.
I broke through and took off towards the hut.
I got there just in time to see two witches at the threshold.
I used my shadows to slam the door in their faces.
I threw them to the side with my magic.
But I was so focused on them, I didn’t see the other three until it was too late.
They surrounded me, gold flakes falling from their skin as it cracked.
Their magic wore them down or the realm was pissed, either way it told me they were not immune.
Derik was at my back, nudging me behind him but there was no way to escape them. The only way was through.
I shoved them back with a blast of purple magic and shadow. They went flying and it gave me a chance to get the other two at the door to the hut.
I whipped out a stream of magic and latched it around their ankles. I yanked and dragged them back to the others.
I moved around the muddy pathway so I was between the hut they were going for and the witches.
Derik stayed at my side, growling as he stepped forward.
The witches rose gracefully, floating towards me.
A gold spark of magic flew at me from one of their cloaks.
I whacked it away.
I was not as good at moving as they were. They seemed effortless but I was all limbs.
As long as I kept them out, I didn’t care.
I was ready for another magic ball when Cain jumped down onto one of their shoulders. I hadn’t even seen him on the roof.
He plunged the sword into their shoulder then yanked it out, kicking off them in a fancy as fuck flip before slicing across their neck.
That piercing screech had me curling into Derik as Cain grinned, panting as he came running over to us. The ash floated over to the other four and they consumed it.
Again.
That same ripple of power ran over us.
“And then there were four,” he grinned.
I wish I was as optimistic as he was. I wasn’t.
There were four but they still had the power of five, or six if that ash we had left in the tunnels had made its way back.
The witches were on us in the next second, coming for us with all their pretty gold elegance. Their cloaks spun off their bodies weaving together to wrap them in a full gold battle outfit that clung.
It outlined every part of their perfection.
But I didn’t need a fancy outfit to use my magic. And I showed them that, fighting back with blasts of magic and shadow.
They used their gold and every time it met mine, another wave of power rebounded over us all.
Derik had a witch to himself, Cain too, and I had two.
I twisted my magic and shadows, reached deep inside to drag up as much power as possible before releasing it on the witches. But they were strong, filled with a magic I could barely comprehend.
The two witches I faced were as beautiful as they all were. Tall, lithe, fair skin with a slight glow. White hair. The female had long white hair that was deadly straight. The male had slicked back white hair that looked so combed that a single stray could have stood out.
But there were no strays. Not on these perfectionists.
Another blast of gold came at me, and I managed to dodge it just as another one blasted into my chest. It sent me flying, and I coughed, sputtering as I dragged myself to my feet.
Cain was closest, rebounding each hit they tried to attack me with while I was down.
Derik roared, his wolf growing. He tackled the witches like dominos.
They fell, and he snapped at them as Cain quickly healed my chest.
“Be careful, Luna. The baby can’t take too many hits like that,” he said, then went to turn.
Derik held his own, gnashing and biting into the witches, keeping them busy while I yanked Cain back to me.
“What baby?” I snapped, my head pounding.
He looked down at my stomach then back at me with wide eyes, “You didn’t know.”
I tried to process the information but my mind was glitching.
Fucking pregnant. Again.
Because why would I want to fight off evil while I wasn’t?
“No. I didn’t,” I snapped, “It was one damn time. Last night. Surely it can’t have–“
Cain frowned, “You are further along than that, Luna. Can you not sense it?” He asked.
I shook my head, still reeling.
Derik looked over at me, frowning before a witch came at him.
Still stewing in disbelief, I cried out in frustration and sent a shockwave of purple and shadow.
The witches went flying, landing with a solid thud against the opposite hut. I didn’t even feel bad about the broken cladding.
The only other time since birthing when I hadn’t used–
“The loft,” I whispered.
‘Fuck yeah. Keep my baby safe in there, Little Luna. I’ll be there with you once I’ve finished using these rogues as a chew toy,’ Kai teased in the link.
I did not find it amusing.
I hadn’t expected to be worrying about getting hurt like that.
Derik came padding over and nuzzled against my stomach.
I sighed and petted him.
“As much as I’d love to figure out why you can’t sense it, right now we have more pressing problems,” Cain said, and we turned to the witches who had dusted themselves off and come straight back in for the kill.
But now I was distracted, off my game.
Their magic kept catching me, burning my skin wherever it landed. Which was my arms, my face, my back.
Everywhere but my stomach.
I didn’t let it hit there.
And I threw mine back, but now I was conscious of every part of my magic I used.
Was it like when I was pregnant with Alaric? Would I lose energy fast?
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