The Alpha King's Witch Bride

Odessa's POV

*****

When Kaelos locked me in my room after everything he said and did, I paced around anxiously, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.

I never wanted any of this.

I never asked to be a witch unable to access her magic for whatever reason.

I never asked to be the Alpha king's bride.

That looked like something out of my worst nightmares.

But now here he was, making a threat involving rape after trying to force himself on me.

Despite the pull, I felt toward him, and despite how admittedly hot it was, I still felt aggravated by the way he touched me and the words he said.

"Surviving here for hell knows how long is no longer an option," I murmured to myself, walking to my balcony where I stood, observing the estate at night.

My gaze trailed the compound, just in time for me to see Kaelos storming out of it, seemingly in a hurry.

What the heck was he up to?

Dimming my eyes, I stretched my neck down, trying to see if there was any way for me to trail my way from the balcony to downstairs... But nope.

That was an impossibility, especially with my lack of magic.

It didn't help matters that the guards standing around the premises would notice me as soon as I got to the ground since I didn't have any cloaking spells that I was capable of.

"I'm going to be married to that beast for the rest of my life," I grumbled, storming out of the balcony and into my room after staring at Kaelos' receding back.

I brushed my hands through my hair, feeling trapped and confused, among other things.

The way Kaelos had kept insisting that we were mates baffled me even after he left.

I didn't know much about werewolves, but being mated to a witch was indeed unheard of.

Anyway, after waiting for what felt like ages, I finally heard a click on my door, causing me to tense up.

When the door swung open, Kaelos barged in with rage in his eyes, causing me to jerk back in fright.

He proceeded to tell me point blank that he'll continue punishing me for making him feel the way he does and that I'll never be his mate.

For an odd reason, those words stung hotter than any slap I'd received today, my mind still pondering on them even after he stormed out of the room.

"Well... That happened." I chuckled dryly, sitting back on my bed with a defeated sigh.

There was no way around what was happening right now.

All I could do now was to get some sleep and prepare myself for the upcoming days.

Chaos will be aplenty in this mansion, that's for sure...

.

.

My eyes fluttered open the next morning, the chirping of birds from my windows filling the room.

I sat up groggily, using the back of my hand to rub my eyes as I glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed— my bed.

Calling it, that felt off, but at least it was much better than the crumpy bed I was forced to sleep on back in my coven because I was "lower."

"Oh, it's already past eight," I muttered, stepping out of the bed and stretching my hands.

After scratching the back of my head, I scanned my gaze around the room until I spotted something.

Aunt Althea's grimoire.

The crusty old book sat ominously on a desk in front of my bed, seeming like it was calling to me to open it.

Or, maybe that was just my curiosity and boredom talking.

Sighing heavily, I stood up and walked to the desk before using my fingers to gently brush the book's hardcover.

I opened the first page and saw my aunt's name signed on it.

"Goddess knows why she waited so long to give me this." I scoffed, shaking my head as I kept on opening the book's pages. "It's not like this will make any difference when it seems like I lack magic."

Just when I felt like my frustration was going to make me fling the book away, I heard a knock on the door, causing my eyebrows to furrow into a frown.

Didn't Kaelos lock that?

"The door is locked from the outside! So except you walk through walls, I suggest you–"

Before I could complete that statement, the door creaked open, a familiar ginger head peeking her face inside the room with a nervous smile.

I relaxed my shoulders, reciprocating her smile with one of mine.

"Oh, Caroline." I blurted as I covered the book, shifting it aside on the desk.

I could still remember a werewolf at my 'wedding' alleging that I would place curses on the entire pack.

The last thing I needed was someone to find a reason to suspect that.

Anyway, Caroline stepped into the room and bowed slightly. "The door was unlocked. Good morning, ma'am." She greeted me.

It felt weird to receive such treatment.

Back at my coven, the roles were reversed and I was the one serving my peers, often getting insults and physical bullying on top of it.

But of course, I couldn't say anything.

It wasn't their fault that I was a reject among witches.

"Good morning, Caroline," I responded, turning my back to her and walking back to my bed. "What's good? Is there anything I need to know?"

Once I sat on the bed, I crossed my legs, staring at her expectantly.

All I've done since last night, apart from having dinner, was sleep in this room.

Now that I think about it, I hadn't eaten last night, thanks to the drama of that bitch, Celine.

My stomach rumbled, showing how hungry I was.

Anyway, Caroline answered my last question after a little hesitation. "Oh, nothing really, ma'am. But I'm here to help you have your bath and get ready for the day. Also, you have a visitor waiting for you outside."

I arched a curious eyebrow, wondering who it was.

After clearing my throat, I gestured at her with an awkward smile. "Okay then. I'll see the visitor first."

I still couldn't trust her, not even a little.

She's a werewolf, and if there's one thing I've learned so far, it is that they all share the same primal instinct.

They're all barbaric beasts.

Well, one of them seemed to stand out so far, and that was...

"Hope I'm not disturbing, ma'am Odessa." The door swung open again, revealing my so-called visitor.

I stared at his handsome face with an awkward smile.

Beta Marcellus.

"Beta. W– What're you doing here?" I asked with a stutter, standing from the bed as he walked slowly toward me while scrutinizing the room.