Chapter Eight

Charlotte's POV 

I woke up in my room the next morning. The sound of birds and nature helped my system to relax as I meditated before I sat on my bed.

I checked the time again. Gosh! I overslept!

The effects of Zoey's tender love were still on me. Zoey.. I had a dream about her actually. 

I was supposed to meet her face to face today to ration chores for her or put her in a duty station, but I was not going to do that.

I wanted to avoid anything that would lead to me and Zoey having sexual intercourse again. 

“Maybe I'd send my handmaid to inform her of duties in the pack,” I muttered to myself and tried to shrug thoughts of her from my head.

It would be better to put her as a kitchen assistant. I would not want her to work in a place where people would have their eyes on her.

It would be better if she were somewhere that did not call too much attention. As a rogue, she could scrub the kitchen floors or wash the dishes.

I did not want her anywhere near food!

I thought about Nicholas' behaviour yesterday evening. Why was he softening up to Clara like that? 

“Thank you moon goddess,” I thanked the moon goddess for not having any form of penetrative sex with Chloe..

Nicholas was a Mega Alpha wolf. His sense of smell was 10 times more active than mine.

I was very sure that he would catch on to me immediately.

And with the kind of anger he possessed, he would've beat me up. The part of my wrist that he forced pressure on yesterday still hurt me very badly.

Now, it was time to think about my plans for the day.

My mother always told me that if cheating became intense in my marriage, I could always do something–something I could use to silently get back at my mate.

I had planned to visit some witches today. 

The witches would be responsible for bewitching Nicholas to either sign all his landed properties to me, then I'd divorce him, or I'd bewitch Clara and kill her baby. I also had the option to make Clara run mad or worse–death!

But no. I was not that heartless. When I was younger, I had seen my mother use black magic on some of my father's concubines.

She bewitched them and made them pick up a dagger and stab themselves.

There was this instance where her father had a concubine named Rosie. Rosie was very insulting and daring.

Other concubines hid in the dark, but Rosie pressured my father, Alpha Dennis, into marrying her and making her the official second wife, just exactly how Clara wants to be my husband's second wife.

My father loved Rosie because she was crazy in bed and he agreed to it. My mother stayed calm all through.

My mother went to a witch doctor with me. She apparently carried me because she wanted me to be a witness. 

She was given a bowl of water and Rosie appeared on the bown and my mother was given a knife and asked to stab Rosie's pregnant belly.

My mother stabbed it earnestly and I watched in horror. She refused to kill Rosie, my mother was now given a voodoo doll of Rosie.

“You must not tell anyone about this, you hear me?” My mother asked me as she shook me intensely.

“Yes mother,” I replied. I knew the implications of what would happen to me and my mother if I dared to tell my father. 

“These men have to be dealt with severely. We marry for protection and prestige and anyone that wants to threaten our security has to be eliminated. Is that understood?” She kept drilling this information into my head. 

When we went back to the pack that day, after visiting the witch, we heard that Rosie had been rushed to the pack's clinic for having a miscarriage.

Her handmaiden said that she did not engage in any tedious physical activity, nor did she eat anything that was detrimental to her pregnancy.

She was sleeping when she woke up with screams, clutching her belly. Blood began to flow and she was taken to the doctors.

She eventually lost the baby and her womb was permanently damaged.

I feared my mother since that day. My mother also made sure that the voodoo doll used to control Rosie made her mad.

I mean broad daylight extreme madness. Rosie tore her clothes one day and ran around the pack naked. She even began to bite and spit people.

She was out in chains and was incurable. Of course, my father being a man left her and moved on to the next woman.

Rosie eventually died and her family came to the pack to carry her belongings. 

My mother also never believed in love. She was never in love with my father when she married him.

She married him because she wanted to leave her abusive mother. She married him because a woman's worth was tied to marriage. 

My mother was a great mother to me, don't get it twisted. She was the best mother anyone could ask for.

I strongly believe that if my father had treated her better, she would have been better to him.

*My mother had a miserable marriage with my father. Throughout her marriage she never had an orgasm–hell, my father only touched her when it was time for reproduction.

Miserable marriages, I have seen what it did to so many people. It broke and traumatized them.

But I would not be like my mother. I was not that evil. I would not shed blood on my hands. I will not kill, neither would I drive anyone to madness.

I would not also agree to use voodoo to control my husband. The long term effects of controlling a man with voodoo would make him become an imbecile. 

But I would do something, something that would help liberate me from this cheating marriage. I would've travelled to ask for my mother's help, but if I did, she would ask me to never leave the marriage. 

I still loved Nicholas. And the best way to leave the marriage was to kill my feelings for him. I would do something, something that would make me feel less guilty each time I tried to cheat.

I needed something to obscure the feeling mates got each time their other half was cheating.

What I needed was a masking potion. I stepped into the bathroom to bathe and prepare for my journey to the witch's hut. I know she would give it to me. 

My mother always told me that when men cheat you out of life, you secretly also chest them out of life.

She never believed in fighting or arguing constantly with a man. Voodoo and evil was her thing, and I was not going to be like her. 

Now, my mother was old and she was living her best life. The only thing I was not sure of was if she had an affair with anyone.

She would not tell me that, though. My father was now old and thanks to voodoo, he had willed all his properties into my mother's name. 

My mother was a dangerous Black Wolf. I also loved that she focused on dealing with the men and not the side chicks alone.

She was not a pick me! 

My mother had a miserable marriage with my father. Throughout her marriage she never had an orgasm–hell, my father only touched her when it was time for reproduction.

Miserable marriages, I have seen what it did to so many people. It broke and traumatized them.

But I would not be like my mother. I was not that evil. I would not shed blood on my hands. I will not kill, neither would I drive anyone to madness.

I would not also agree to use voodoo to control my husband. The long term effects of controlling a man with voodoo would make him become an imbecile. 

But I would do something, something that would help liberate me from this cheating marriage. I would've travelled to ask for my mother's help, but if I did, she would ask me to never leave the marriage. 

I still loved Nicholas. And the best way to leave the marriage was to kill my feelings for him. 

I knew Nicholas hated cheating. He hated to see his woman smile at another man. 

He also knew my weak points. He knew I was too weak to cheat. I would do something, something that would make me feel less guilty each time I tried to cheat.

I needed something to obscure the feeling mates got each time their other half was cheating.

I swore to be very wild with so many men when I successfully got this done. 

What I needed was a masking potion. I stepped into the bathroom to bathe and prepare for my journey to the witch's hut. I know she would give it to me.