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Captured by the witches

Emma’s Pov:

The witch, Zibah, glared at me, but I laughed more. I went to sit on the bed. I felt helpless in the company of the witches and the guards, but I maintained an elegant posture. I was an Alpha’s mate after all.

“Drag her here; how dare you sit like you are in your pack while we are talking to you?" The middle-aged witch ordered. She was just as temperamental as Zibah. The striking resemblance between the middle-aged witch and Zibah, both facially and in character, proved that genes don't lie.

The guards did as they were told; they charged towards me, and they both grabbed one of my hands and my legs, hoisting me up a bit to balance on them. Even though I tried to resist, it proved abortive. They carried me like I was a feather. They dropped me on the floor in a careful manner. They were all conscious of my stomach, which gave me a little hope because it was a tiny hint that they had no plans to kill me or hurt me, although I was not one hundred percent sure.

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