All Chapters of His Only Hope: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Josie I chugged the rest of my drink before handing the glass to the attendant that came to collect it before the jet started its landing. I wasn't normally a nervous flyer, but this destination brought out my anxiety something fierce. I should be in London, enjoying the next two weeks with a very handsome vampire and an adorable witch couple, but just after I'd processed all the items we brought back from our dig, the Dean of Divinity had called to tell me that there was an occult museum in New Orleans that wanted an expert consultation from me on an artifact that had been unearthed in the renovation of one of the older buildings. Perhaps if I was a normal archeologist, and not an occult specialist, I wouldn't be so nervous. But, I am an archeological occult specialist who knows that New Orleans is the witch capital of the country. Granted, none of the witches I had ever met had been unkind to me, but after the incident I had with a werewolf a few months ago, I was extremely on edge

Bryan We had flown back to New Orleans only 2 weeks after I had agreed to marry and mate the Queen of the Witches. Apparently she had agreed to the marriage as well, yet something still wasn't sitting right with me. I wanted to meet her, so that we both knew and understood what this pairing meant for our people, but the Queen Regent insisted that I meet with her at our hotel for lunch, before meeting the Queen at a dinner she would host later in the evening. She knocked on our suite door just minutes after 12. She was early which only set me more on edge about why she was choosing to meet us here. Our last encounter she had ensured was on her home turf, and though this was still her city, we had the top three floors outfitted with our guard detail. My father opened the door to her and a red head witch that looked old enough to be her mother, and let them both into the suite. I noticed they were both dressed casually, the red head witch was wearing a a bright red romper that boaste

Josie Realizing that the Alpha Prince was the same werewolf who had grabbed me by my throat sent a fury ripping through me that I hadn't even realized I had caged until I saw him smugly sitting at my dining room table. The entire situation pissed me of honestly, watching them all act as if everything was fine. Ofcourse it was fine for them, they all had their magic and their supernatural abilities that they were born with. They had nothing to fear or worry about, they had no idea what it felt to be weak and vulnerable. They would never be able to fathom the senseless pain of losing the person they loved the most in the world because they couldn't protect them. My heart ached even more so now, knowing how senseless Christopher's death was. I could have saved him had I had my powers. All I could do was drown out the pain, so that's exactly what I did. The Alpha Prince kept smiling his incredibly charming smile at me, but I wouldn't allow myself to be won over by his charm. Sure, he wa

Josie He caught me attempting to leave the city before anyone woke up, which, ofcourse he did. He knew I didn't want this marriage, or to be bothered with him at all. I just wanted to get back to my lonely, miserable existence. The thought of moving him into my house made me nauseous, it felt like a huge betrayal to Christopher. We had bought the house together as our first big purchase. We bought it even before we got married because it was my dream home. The thought of sharing it with someone else, another man, even if we were sleeping in two separate rooms made me want to puke. That could also be the hangover though, I figured, so I chugged more coffee from my travel mug. The Baileys wasn't actually strong enough to give me a buzz, but it certainly helped in taking the edge off of the hangover. As I pulled my mug back from my lips and sat it back on my lap I couldn't help but notice the way that the Alpha Prince looked at it, before looking up to me and shaking his head. He could

Josie I was standing there, chained in iron to a tall wooden beam. There were others around me, and all of us were in chains. I was just a little girl. The white men around us were speaking and shouting in a language I didn't understand. I was scared, but I was trying to put on a brave face for the others. I could feel not only their fear, but their desire to protect me even though they couldn't. None of us could be protected now. A large white man came and unchained me from the beam before dragging me over to another white man and handing him my chains. The way he looks at me makes me incredibly uncomfortable, so I look away, over at the man with my skin color who is also in chains. I know him, he used to always be in the gardens back home. I go to speak to him, but the white man strikes me across my face and starts yelling at me, but I still have no idea what he is saying since I don't know the language. He drags us to a horse drawn carriage before chaining us up behind it. We ha