"Did you just call me trash?" Monica glared hard and she landed a slap on Chloe's cheek. "Next time, you should mind your business, or else you'll end up just like your parents. We all know you're an orphan, and they must be classless just like you are." She moved forward to Chloe, whose hand was folded into a fist. " Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way." Monica hissed and walked away with her minions. Everyone was looking at Chloe with pity but they all feared Monica. Chloe's eyes weren't watery and her face remained calm like Elise and everyone in the hallway had imagined. She looked at Olive and wiped away her tears "Don't worry, she can't do anything. She's just a girl that loves everything to revolve around her." "Thank you, Chloe" Olive said amid her tears Elise, standing in a corner watching the scene, felt sorry for Chloe. She didn't know she was an orphan. According to Gabrielle, her mom died when she was born, so she doesn't know what she looks like. Thanks to t
Elise had always felt like an outsider in her own life. She had a strange, unexplainable energy building inside her, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. That night, at the Moonlight Masquerade, Élise wore a stunning red gown and a mask that shimmered like diamonds. She danced and laughed with her friend Sophie, feeling carefree for the first time in weeks. It's also the night the ancient witches choose the heir to the covens and also bestowed the witch the first three wiccan covens. As the night wore on, Elise felt a strange, unsettling energy building inside her. She tried to shake it off, but it only grew stronger. Meanwhile, a mysterious figure stood alone, his eyes scanning the crowd with an intensity that made people shiver. He was searching for something, or someone. I think I've had enough for tonight. Let's get out of here. Elise said looking around her surrounding Elise, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. Sophie who was
Elise regained consciousness, she found herself in a cozy, dimly lit room, surrounded by strange artifacts and the soothing scent of herbs. Her aunt, the queen of the witches since there's not yet a leader of the coven ever since Elise mother died. She sat beside her, gently stroking her hair. "Welcome back, dear one," Gabrielle whispered. "You've been through a lot. But you're safe now." She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her aunt helped her lie back down, offering her a warm, comforting smile. "What happened?" she asked, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. "You were attacked by a dark entity," her aunt explained. "But don't worry, I've cast protective spells around us. You're safe here." She felt a surge of fear. "What does it want from me?" Her aunt's expression turned serious. "It wants your power, dear one. You have been bestowed a special gift, one that many would love to possess. But don't worry, I'll teach you how to control
Elise laughed as she and Sophie tried on silly hats at the market stall. They had spent the day shopping and gossiping, enjoying each other's company. As they admired their reflections, Elise didn't notice the pair of piercing eyes watching her from across the way. Lucas, the beta, had been tracking Elise for weeks, following the faint hum of magic that only the compass could detect. He had finally found her, and his eyes narrowed as he took in her carefree smile. As Sophie and Elise continued their shopping spree, he kept a safe distance, his eyes never leaving Elise. He waited for the perfect moment to strike. That moment came when Sophie exclaimed, "Oh no, my new dress! It's been stolen!" A thief, conveniently appearing out of nowhere, had snatched the bag from Sophie's hands. In the chaos that followed, Sophie bid Elise farewell, leaving her alone. Lucas saw his chance. He unwrapped a small leaf, filled with a blue powder, and blocked his nose with his shirt. The uncon
Elise's mind raced with thoughts of her coven, her heart aching with worry. What had happened to Sophie? Was she here too? Captured by the werewolves? She threw off the covers and got out of bed, pacing the small room. She needed to escape, immediately. But how? Back at the coven, Sophie lay in the soul bed, surrounded by candles and sacred herbs. The queen sat beside her, holding her hand. "Sophie, my dear, please wake up," she whispered. "We need you now more than ever." Ariana, the wise witch, entered the room. "Your Majesty, we've tried every spell, every potion. Sophie's magic is still recovering." The queen's face twisted in distress. "And Elise? We still have no idea where she is or what Deuce plans to do with her." The coven gathered around, discussing possible rescue plans. But every idea seemed to end in a dead-end. "We can't just barge in," one witch said. "The werewolves will be ready for us." "We need a stealthy approach," another suggested. "But how do
The coven's garden, bathed in soft moonlight, brought no peace to the Queen. She paced among the silver-petaled flowers, her mind consumed by Elise. "Three nights." She thought. Deuce's grip on Elise tightened with each passing hour. The Queen's thoughts churned with dark possibilities. Deuce's ultimate goal is harnessing Elise's Lunar power. A threat to werewolves everywhere. The Queen's hands clenched, her nails digging into her palms. She should have protected Elise better. A soft rustle announced Aunt Eve's approach. "Your Majesty," Aunt Eve said, her voice laced with concern. The Queen turned, her eyes searching. "Sophie?" Aunt Eve's expression was grim. "No change. Still recovering." The Queen's worry deepened. Time was running out. The Queen's gaze returned to the moon. The Queen closed her eyes, focusing her energy. She reached out with her mind, calling to Elise. A silent plea, infused with her deepest magic. "Elise... answer me." The
One of her powers was activated. She walks forward, her golden hair shining brightly, touching a little bird statue placed on a table and bringing it to life. Deuce sits on the floor, the blood dripping badly on his head soaked his clothes. "Her hair can do that" he muttered. Just as Elise was about to get to him, her energy drained out. She slumped down, her hair stopped shining, and a clear blue light took the room. Deuce went to her side holding his head with a hand. He bent down and saw a blue blood drop from her mouth and disappear. He stood up and went to the door but turned back and carried her back to the bed. He lays her gently on it, his hands brushing past her golden hair. He couldn't stop himself from staring deeply at Elise's sleepy eyes. Lucas suddenly barges in with some omegas alongside Bruno. "I heard a loud noise coming from this room and tried opening the door but found it locked, are you okay, Alpha? Deuce quickly averted his gaze on Elise and shift
The light came on, and his face came into view. "What are you doing?" Deuce's voice came by the door. The mysterious figure turned his gaze on the floor. "I was asked to come give her medicine." "Ok, let the female handle it next time." Deuce walk forward The mysterious figure walked by Deuce and almost by the door when Deuce felt a familiar scent, he looked at the body build of the man. "How could an omega have this kind of body build?" In a flash, he appeared behind him, turned him around, and immediately grabbed his throat. As he tightened his grip on his neck, the man's face revealed "Ethan?" Deuce creased his brows. "A...l.pha." Ethan's voice cracked. "What are you doing back here? Start talking before I pluck out your hearts and feed them to my pets." Ethan's eyes are now becoming blurred, his hands battling for his life with Deuce's grip on his neck. He gasped for breath as Deuce released his grip. "This is my chance," Ethan suddenly charged at Deuce without him aw