All Chapters of BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Witch: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ALTHEA. I had become accustomed to living alone after my mother died two years ago. I had no idea about the cause of her death. I just found her not breathing in the middle of the forest of the red mountain after two days of non-stop searching for her. My mother would never abandon me for more than 24 hours without notice. This time, she told me she would gather herbs at the mountain’s east end, but she would return before nightfall. The night came, and the morning followed, but she was nowhere home. I waited until lunchtime, and when she didn’t appear, I prepared to go after her. The forest was full of creatures beyond what a human mind could comprehend. Shifters were everywhere. The bears and the wolves were the most commonly encountered, according to Mom. But as much as they were dangerous and everywhere, I was lucky to have never met one. And I hoped that I would find my mother before I crossed paths with any shifters or any other species, not from the human realm. I was n

ALTHEA. I arrived at my home and tried to go on with my routine, but I couldn’t seem to focus. Everything reminded me of him. I could see his muscles flexing and the way his jaw tightened, and even with his nose flaring and his eyes glaring at me, I found myself attracted to his physical features. Something was definitely wrong with me. For the rest of the day, I fought with myself not to think about him. At one point, I even screamed at the top of my lungs and let out energy from my body that had all my pans and pots dropped and clattered on the floor. But I still couldn’t get him off my mind. I finally gave up and let my desire for him take over. I drew my curtains close, even though I knew I was alone in this part of the mountain, and sat on my small couch. I leaned my back against it and bent my knees, anchoring my feet on the sofa as I parted my legs and slipped my hand inside my dress and into my underpants. I let go and pleasured myself with thoughts of the man I

ALTHEA. I woke up refreshed and a bit later than usual. I really had a good sleep, which I hadn't had for a while. Maybe because there was a good-looking man in my house. But then I remember what he did last night and how he wanted nothing to do with me. But instead of getting disappointed, I chose to have a good day today. So, I started preparing breakfast for both of us. It had been a long time since I cooked for someone, and last night, I couldn’t help being happy that he seemed to like the beef stew I made because he ate so much. Maybe he was too hungry, or it was really a good meal. I had no idea how he felt about the food, as he never told me anything, but nevertheless, I appreciated my food being enjoyed. I hummed and smiled, making small pans and pots dance around me as I put the finishing touches on the omelet and pancakes I made. I had a few eggs left, and I had to go on a half-day hike down to an old man who had poultry if I wanted more. I did try taking care of c

(Free Chapter)ALTHEA. The last two days went by so fast, and I felt like I was just floating, making sense of everything. I was picked up from my comfort zone and thrust into a world I knew but had never experienced yet. The wolves and their pack. All I knew was that I liked Lucy, the half-she-demon and half-she-wolf who needed my help. I promised to help her, but in return, I asked her to kill my grandmother, Patrea. She was trapped in the demon world for many decades. I did ask Lucy to kill her, even if I didn’t want to, because it was the only way she could be freed from that realm. My mother told me that Patrea sold her body to a demon king, thinking she was outsmarting him by not binding her soul to him. But she didn’t know the demon would take it literally and trap her body in that realm. And to make it worse, he did something to her so she wouldn’t age, and no one but him and his bloodline could kill her in the underworld. My grandmother wanted death, as she was tir

ALTHEA. “I can sleep on the floor,” Blade said after he closed the door, and we were left alone in that small room. I bit my bottom lip, trying to stifle a giggle from escaping my throat the moment I turned around to look at him. The roof was low, and he had to hunch his back to avoid bumping his head. “What’s funny?” He asked, scowling. Gone was the soft expression that was on his face earlier. Probably because pretending we were a couple no longer applied when we were alone. But I wasn’t even acting when I cried in the living room. I didn’t want him to leave because even if I was annoyed with him all the time, I wanted him around me. “You look uncomfortable with how small this room is for you,” I told him. “I am. I hate small spaces. I hate small things. I could crush them easily.” He answered right away. The smile on my lips was wiped out immediately. It just reminded me that I was one of the small things he never liked. “Will you be fine on the floor? We can share the pi