All Chapters of Blood Moon: The Lycan Alpha's Little Witch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2*Mate!*Dimitri point of view IT WAS JUST YESTERDAY THAT I got a whiff of her scent at tropical thunder. Yes, after all this time I finally felt her, my so-called mate. But for her own sake I really wish I hadn't.'Mate!' Luca my wolf has practically been singing that exact word in my head ever since yesterday, it was agonizingly painful to bear. I guess he was jumping with joy at the thought of finally meeting his so-called mate but I wasn't, and honestly meeting someone chosen for me by the moon goddess wasn't exactly thrilling to me, it sounds too cliche if you asked me. There was still a lot of things needed to be done, and she smelt like a human what the hell could she possibly do to help me or the pack, I don't care what Celeste or her damn prophecies had said, but a human mate was useless to me and even more to the entire pack, if anything she would only stand in my way.My name is Dimitri Axel Castellan and just to pique your curiosity I'm not your regular werewolf,

Dimitri point of viewTHE NIGHT AIR WAS soothing, as I laid my back on the window frame of my black Rolls Royce, underneath the moonlight. I let out a silencing hiss at the creatures that chirped all around the dark forest. Poor things fell silent, even they feared me. Chugging hard on my bottle, loving the burning feeling it left on my throat. I had already emptied an entire bottle of Bourbon and I was on my way to ending the second one. But sadly one of the perks of being an immortal lycan werewolf was that I couldn't get drunk no matter how hard I tried. Goddess only knew how bad I wanted to be drunk right now. I stared at the gigantic moon that hung above me, as it radiated with pure energy and power. The moon goddess must probably be having a good laugh right now at my pathetic situation, just today she had made sure I and my so-called human mate cross paths. Couldn't she for once stay out of this. Why?! Why did she have to show up... now? Her appearance only spelt danger to the

Isabella's Point of viewA strained moan escaped from my lips, as I wriggled my body from side to side. I could feel an electrifying pain surge from all around my body, with the nightmare I had too vague to remember and my mind flushed up in a damn haze.I took a quick look at my surroundings, that's when I realized I wasn't in my own bedroom, nor was I in the middle of the woods where I last remembered. The environment looked very foreign to me. I was in an immensely large room, sprawled upon a big and soft king sized bed. A gigantic window draped with thick black curtains, preventing any ray of light from seeping in. The only source of lights were lamps and candles that lit up in the room. Where in the hell was I? Was I somehow... Dead? And was wherever this was the afterlife? I quickly pinched myself on the arm just to see if I was indeed dead or alive and to my dismay it hurted like a bitch. Not dead… So not dead.So I was still very much alive. The last thing I could remember was

Dimitri's point of view Could she feel it too? The irresistible pull towards each other. When we hugged, there was no way of denying our mate bond. There was indeed something special about her, I couldn't read her. It was impossible, I could read every supernatural creature in existence but I couldn't with her. It was like she was human but at the same time something else. I recalled her files, it was full of many tragedies. She was an orphan at a very young age too, I couldn't stop myself from sympathizing with her, I for one knew how it felt. Later she got adopted by a drunk abuser, if the old man wasn't already dead I would have killed him myself. But one of the things that really got my attention was the fact that she never really settled down in one place for long. It seemed like she was always living in hiding, like she was running from something. There were a lot of secrets surrounding my mate, Isabelle Simmons. Yes I knew her real name from the first time I saw her, she must h

Third person point of view"Sire! Sire! Sire!" Sylvester voice could be heard from the entire castle, as he ran all the way from his Sire's office to his room chambers, jerking the doors forcefully open.He was in bed with yet again two human slaves, both of them compelled to only satisfy his wishes.He hissed as he saw Sylvester, as his golden eyes stared at him with anger. The middle aged man with black long hair, standing before him with his head lowered in pure fear. He knew very much that his master didn't like to be disturbed but he couldn't keep the juicy news to himself alone."Have you finally lost your manners Sylvester, I don't mind helping you retrieve it." He said through gritted teeth, his British accent prominent in his voice. He put on a robe. Covering up the dark hole he had burning on his chest, slowly devouring him from the inside. Giving a peck to one of his whores cheeks, he whispered something to her ears, with a smile she nodded and headed for the table."I am t