Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
“I’m good, Little Luna. I knew our mating existed before it did. I don’t care if you prefer the other two as long as you keep me too. I don’t doubt my connection with you because I know how you smell whenever I am near. They’re not going to break me. Images are just images. We are real,” he said before his eyes slowly opened and he grinned at the witches.
They stopped assaulting us with detrimental pictures to attack us.
We had done it. Pushed them out. This time.
But they looked pissed about it.
‘We will return. Once you are weak enough. Oh and Derik, enjoy your slow, painful death by that cut. We’ll be sure to tell your son how much of a beast you were,’ the witches said then floated back off the bridge and out of the cave door.
It slammed shut, and I instantly brought my magic to my fingertips. I used it as a light and peered over at Derik, who did look worse.
“Derik?” I asked, my throat tight as I looked over him.
He smirked, “They’re going to get what’s coming to them. The realm is going to eat them up and spit them out.”
“Are you dying?” I whispered.
He said nothing, wincing, trying to sit up further.
His eyes were lined in red, bloodshot.
His lips were pale, just like his skin.
“Don’t worry about me. You just need to figure out a way out of here before they find the children,” Derik said, his voice raspy like he couldn’t get all of his air out when he spoke.
Tears stung my eyes, and I shook my head.
“No, fuck that. I’m helping you,” I said then knelt down so I was closer to him. I pushed my hand through the cage.
Derik eyed the magic.
‘How are you using magic in here?’ The boy whispered from across the cavern.
I turned to him, ‘I don’t know. It’s just there,’ I said.
‘It should be smothered,’ he said, his eyes wide. Hope bloomed in them.
‘I can feel that it kind of is. It’s a strain but we pushed past it,’ I said back then looked at Derik.
‘How can I save him?’ I asked.
The boy eyed my small sputter of magic then Derik.
‘Put your flame on his arm. It’ll hurt like hell but it should burn out the poison. He can’t make a noise or they’ll know. And don’t clean it so they think he is still sick,’ the boy said.
I nodded and edged forward as far as I could.
“Derik,” I whispered, “Come closer so I can put my magic on your wound. It’ll heal but it’ll hurt. You have to stay completely quiet and still act sick, okay?” I whispered.
Derik nodded weakly, edging to the side of the cage, pressing his arm against it with a clenched jaw.
I reached down inside me, gripping my magic with a tight fist.
‘Please. I need to heal him,’ I said.
The magic rose in me. It was slow, sluggish, but it fought against the magic trying to suppress it so a brighter flame came to my fingers. I pressed it against Derik’s arm, and he gripped the bar, arching, his eyes watering as he kept his jaw clenched against the pain.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, burning the wound on his arm with the purple flame.
I kept going until it sealed across his skin.
It looked horrible and would probably scar, but it was healed.
The color was already back in his lips.
Derik slumped against the cage, breathing hard as I took my flame back.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded, “Better.”
‘The witches will be worse next time. We need to be out before they come back. Before they find your twins.’ The boy said.
I nodded. I looked down at Brax through the bars, and he was determined too.
So we spent an insurmountable amount of time trying to get out of the cages. But nothing worked.
It was immune to the magic I had. My shadows were nothing against it. Not even Brax’s shadows did anything.
The pack tried too, ramming the rock of the cavern, trying to shake something loose.
Nothing worked.
Damn it.
The witches came in later, once we were exhausted and almost hopeless.
They put the Alphas and I through the same torture. But we were ready for it.
They attacked my mind with images of my kids becoming evil. Of the vampires winning. Of my brother dying. They weakened me with doubts behind it all.
I had to reassure a feral Kai that we could trust the vampires.
I had to convince Brax that the witches were working with us not against us. Which was harder to do since there seemed to be divide between them.
And Derik I had to remind that his parents hadn’t made a mistake leaving the pack, and the Achlis line to him.
And they had to tell me over and over that all this wasn’t happening because of my winterborn curse.
It was a struggle, a painful one that felt like it would never end.
The witches dug and dug until we were all on the floors of our cages, screaming, crying out, our heads throbbing with excruciating pain.
But we forced them out.
And they finally left again.
I lay on the dirt floor for what felt like forever.
We were given no food. No water.
It was brutal.
Then the witches started on the pack. Each one got their own dose of head-digging pain.
Each one was reduced to a quivering mess.
But not a single one gave us up.
I grimaced as Beenie screamed, her turn to face the witches.
She was weak, weaker than the rest of us without her mate there and it showed.
“Don’t listen to them, Beenie! Stay strong!” I called, but Beenie screamed and screamed.
It was horrifying.
Until her final scream came with a burst of energy so fierce, it blew through the cavern, shoving everyone back in their cages.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Head.”
She snarled at them, panting hard.
“You are–“
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
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