All Chapters of The Alpha's Third Mistress: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Keegan's brows were furrowed. "What are you speaking of? There, you must be mistaken. Because as you know, the witches are our enemies. I have never befriended one, nor will I ever.""I know, Alpha. I know," Mortha bobbed. "But that is the only sensible explanation. Even a witch cannot resist the power of another witch, unless she intentionally defends herself. Based on my knowledge, a situation as that which you experienced can only happen if you're being veiled by a higher witch. A very powerful one. It is very possible you will have no knowledge of it. But something like a contact with this witch, or something similar, can provide you some protection."Her words seemed to create more puzzles as she spoke. Did it mean a witch was intentionally protecting him? But why? Who could it possibly be?Or perhaps, Mortha was mistaken. ****†It was night when Ulric reached the designated spot outside of Howling Ridge. He dismounted his horse, his boots crunching on the fallen leaves, his ai

Sheera flinched at the sudden discomfort, feeling the strange liquid soaking through her skirts. Ayita gasped, her eyes, and quickly lowered her head. "Oh, my! Such clumsiness! Please, forgive me, Sheera. I did not mean to," she apologized "Oh, it's fine. Thank the moon it wasn't hot," Sheera chuckled. She patted her on the shoulder before continuing on her way. Ayita glared at her as she left. She hadn't reacted to the Moly. So... she wasn't a witch?She returned to Odessa to report her findings. "Are you certain she wasn't merely concealing it?" Odessa asked."No witch is strong enough to endure the pain of Moly, Mistress. The pain would have been strong enough to bring her to the ground."Odessa's mind churned with thoughts. So, she wasn't a witch. Why did she feel there was something else, tho? Hidden beneath the surface?****†****†Kalaril escorted Keegan to his chambers as they discussed the imminent arrival of the Alphas of the West which would be happening in two days.

Displeasure darkened his eyes."I want to pleasure you, Alpha," her voice dripped with pure eroticism. "I want to have you deep in me, taking me as you wish it. Please.... Just come with me." Her eyes, gleaming with tears, were glassy with desperation. She spoke as if intoxicated, her words slurred with the fervor of her longing.Keegan knew there was no ending to the drama."I'll handle it," he said to Kalaril before he roll Sheera by the arm and led her away.He took her to his chambers and the whole time, she continuously moaned as she rubbed against her abdomen.As soon as they were alone in the confines of his room, Sheera threw herself on him , wanting to kiss him. But Keegan caught her shoulders and pushed her back, keeping her at bay."Oh! Why am I acting crazy? Why won't it stop?" She hissed, her hands tearing at the laces of her gown in a frenzied haste. Within moments, the fabric fell to the floor, and she stood before him, her skin flushed and glistening.Keegan watched he

When Ulric returned to his room that night - after spending some time with Sheera - he was caught off guard to find Malkar already inside.Although, his brother paying him visits wasn't entirely strange, it was peculiar for him to wait around in his absence. Stranger still, Malkar stood right in front of Ulric's dresser, his back turned."Brother?" Ulric called, trying to mask his surprise. Malkar didn't move."Do you need..." his words faltered as Malkar finally turned around, revealing what he was holding.Ulric's eyes dilated when he recognized what Malkar held. No... By the good moon, it couldn't be.Calmly, Malkar looked at the bracelet in his hand, the one Ulric had foolishly left on his dresser before leaving."What is this?" Malkar questioned, his voice thick and stern.Ulric forced himself to maintain composure. No one knew it was gifted to him by Zytha. And no one had to know. To everyone else, it was just a simple bracelet, nothing more.He plastered on a smile. "It's a bra

Keegan rubbed his brow. Zandov wasn't giving him what he'd hoped for. Nothing was working to his advantage. "Do you think it's possible to miss a scent?" Kalaril asked, his eyes trained on Zandov. A frown marred the witch hunter's face. "Do you think it's possible you can walk past a corpse and not smell its rot? Would you fail to sense death when it stands before you? There - you have your answer." His voice was laced with scorn, as if insulted by the mere suggestion of failure. "Recall the last time I spoke to you," he continued, turning to Keegan. "I told you I had caught a whiff, but it vanished as quickly as it came. This time, I sensed nothing. So, if this witch possesses something that shields her from me, she didn't need to rid herself of it to use her powers."Keegan's jaw tightened. "Now, how is it possible? Is there something strong enough to render a witch completely invisible to you, Zandov?""I wish I had answers. But something serious is at work here.""Do you think