All Chapters of BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Witch: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ALTHEA. “Welcome to the Parturi Coven, Althea.” A voice came out of nowhere. His breath fanned against my neck and the side of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I knew this voice. No wonder we couldn’t find him. He was seeking refuge with an enemy.“What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice from cracking and from tilting my head to look at him. He walked around me, going in the direction where Agatha was standing, which was directly in front of me. I saw the lust flitting in Agatha’s eyes as he stared at the demon, and it made me want to vomit. However, I maintained my face in a poker stance and concentrated my attention on Alastor.“Of course, I will go to a place where my service is needed.” He said, flashing me a devilish grin as he stood beside Agatha. I wanted to glare at him. He was obviously the person who gave them information about my whereabouts and who Patrea was. Why did I ever think this man wanted to save me. He wanted me alive, as prey, to get more fro

ALTHEA. I spent the next few hours thinking of all the ways the ritual could go wrong. My spirits were not even bothered at all, and they just let me be on my own. Of course, why would they bother? The ritual meant I would finally belong to this coven and to the dark magic. It had always been something they wanted for me. I consumed the food I was given and asked for a new serving. I told them the first one they gave me didn’t suit my appetite, and I threw it on the toilet, but the truth was, I wanted to have more food so their spells would somehow weaken. I had never tried attending a ritual on a full stomach, so I had no idea if this tactic would help. But I believe it will. An hour ago, I was given a sheer, long white dress that I would wear tonight. I was expecting a black cloth, so a white one came as a surprise. Plus, I was given a flower crown, and they were not dead flowers but fresh and beautiful. Strange. But I didn’t say anything. The only sad thing was that my room w

ALTHEA. Alastor appeared out of nowhere and choked me, so the witches were able to tie me up to the nearby post. Anger surged through my whole body at the demon standing in front of me. “You have nothing to do with this, Alastor!” I yelled at him, and he just smirked wickedly at me. “What are you doing here?” Agatha’s voice rang in the air. “Saving you from this deadly witch,” Alastor answered her cockily. His eyes were blazing red as he remained standing between me and Agatha and the female who told me she had the curse of the shield. “I told you not to mess with this ritual.” “I heard you, but I made things easier for you. Your spells were bouncing off her.” He laughed wickedly, and this annoyed Agatha. “She was deflecting it. She obviously didn’t want to be here!” Agatha hissed. My eyes squinted. I wanted to reason out that I didn’t do anything, but it seemed the two were not done lashing at each other. “But you need her,” Alastor retorted before he turned to face me

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ALTHEA. “Or maybe not,” Medea said as she stepped down the stage, her eyes focusing on my mate until she ended up standing in front of him. Her hand touched his chest before her fingers skimmed his naked skin, only avoiding the azurite stone. “I think I like him.” My eyes burned in jealousy as my chest heaved, not liking where this was heading. How dare Medea touch Blade? I was still in a rage and ready to bolt out of my stone cage, but a loud voice rang in the air, making me halt in my steps. “Don’t touch him! He’s mine!” Destiny’s voice was loud. Too loud. I retracted and stood on my toes again, peeking out the window. She was standing in between Blade and Medea, an arm spread out, pressing against Blade’s chest as she glared at the female before her. Medea scoffed, but she stepped back. “Why would he want a hideous creature like you over me?” “You have no idea what I’m capable of.” She retorted. “You are enchanting him!” “Isn’t that what we are good at?” Destiny answere