
The Dark Witch & The Alpha Book 2
Kassy Rae Wall · Ongoing · 220.4k Words
Introduction
The vampire queen (Ambrosia) and Pythia will become close and discover the true origins of their pasts. They rely on each other when their mates are not around. New family is discovered and it is time they all come together to face one of the toughest moments in the dark witches history.
Chapter 1
Pythia POV:
My life has never been an easy one, being the daughter of the queen of us dark witches was never easy. My mother did things that I did not agree with but because I was shown no respect she never listened. When Bosch came to us everything within me screamed to run, I mean the man looked like death himself and oozed with betrayal. I did my research on him, he murdered his own mate, his own sister and anyone who got in his way. He is truly a sick fuck, but he made the mistake of telling my mother what he was after and I couldn't allow her to make such a move. It would literally kill us all and that is something I would not allow. Our people deserve to live, not die at the hands of a selfish power hungry monster. It wasn't long I recruited Stony and Lilith, my two closest friends. They have stuck with me through everything and when I told them what was going on they didn't have to think about anything. They knew she was going to take us all down with her and we needed to take her out. It was an incredibly hard night as much as I loathed that woman she was still my mother and I didn't have the time to mourn her. Because shortly after that I took over and was summoned by the great white witch herself. I must admit I had my guard fully up with her because we were taught at a young age not to trust any outsiders.
After I spoke with her I had a lot to consider, if I truly wanted to aid in this battle. Part of me didn't want to but the other part kept telling me that I needed to, like something was waiting for me there and I can't figure out what it is. Each time we have aided them Alley has stayed true to her word and has proven that even though she is a tiny little thing she is very strong and very fierce. We got word that shit is going down soon. As soon as word was passed to me I made preparations not long after I gave the orders I was summoned by the elders. As I walked the hallway I couldn't help but think what a cranky bunch of old hags they were. They did not like change and they certainly did not like us helping wolves and vampires. Our races never mingled because we all hated each other but I can sense a change coming. "Pythia how nice of you to finally join us." Damien said as I entered the room. "I came when you called, what do you all need?" I asked a little impatient. "Don't use that tone with us young witch we are your elders!" Storm snapped. "Oh shut up I don't have time for this shit. You may be elders but none of you have my respect. Now tell me what I have been called here for." I seethed looking around the room. "You little bitch!" Jessica roared as she stood to her feel. "Insigna!" I roared watched her arms going up in flames. "Alright knock it off!" Damien shouted tossing a blanket over her arms.
"Look, we just need to talk that is all." Storm said. "About what?" I asked. "We want you to pull out of this battle Pythia, this is not our place." Damien said sternly. "Yeah each of you can go fuck yourselves, this is our place because our own people turned on us!" I roared feeling anger run through me. How dare they not see that. They can't be this blind can they? "It is bad enough you kill the one housed up! These are our people and we will deal with them!" Jessica yelled. "I am doing this with those who back me and that is final." I said looking at the three of them. "If you do this there will be consequences with the grand elders." Storm warned. I rolled my eyes before walking out of the dingy ass room. Something deep within me said I needed to help and I needed to be there and I intended on figuring out what was calling me there. Lillith popped in beside me. "I heard. Are you okay?" She asked. "I am fine. Just a bunch of cranky old people, you know how it goes." I replied. "I do know how it goes, you know I got your back through anything but those old cranky assholes seem to want to watch you burn." Lillith replied. "I have no doubts but I'll kill them before they even get the chance to." I replied. "Stony is making his usual checklist to make sure everything is ready for tonight. I still can't believe this is all happening." Lillith said. "Me either but I need to be there, and some changes are going to happen. I'm tired of the way we all look, greasy, dirty and just nasty am I the only one that bathes here?" I said. Lillith laughed beside me.
"Well we do need to update this old ass house but what would you like us to do?" She asked. "All women are to pull their hair back and if the men have long hair cut it. Clean up because I have a feeling that after this battle is done we will mean something more." I replied as I stopped in front of my door. "Yes ma'am, if there is anything else that you need let me know." Lillith said before she disappeared. I swear it's like they don't even care what they look like anymore. We were once beautiful and it seems like I am the only one who still holds to that. I decided to French braid my hair into two sides and braid the remaining down my back, black spandex pants because those are easy to move around in, a black sports bra with a black tank top. If it happens at night black will help us blend in better. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked over myself. One day my skin won't be as pale but my green eyes stood out the most. They were my favorite thing about me. I decided to check in on Stony to see if he made any progress, we only had thirty minutes before midnight and I know at any moment shit can hit the fan. I popped into the room behind Stony, "What did I tell you about popping in behind me?" Stony snapped. "Don't be so cranky, we both know that you move a lot. Are we ready?" I asked as I walked to stand beside him. "Yes, everything is ready. I have issued four per each witch and I have sent some of the others to hide the rest throughout the forest so we can re-stock if need be." Stony replied.
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