Half Bruja, Half Voodoo

Prologue

Alexander POV

I had just finished building a crib for my clients when I had gotten a call from the oracle about my Bride's whereabouts. Here is how the conversation with the oracle went:

Oracle: I know where your Bride is! She is a very powerful witch with goddess potential from Upper Northwood, Ohio. She works at Peace River Hospital along with her father and brother. She is plus-sized, a physician assistant, and has a white streak in her hair.

Alexander: How old is she?

Oracle: She is 27! Careful little prince, she is not one of those suck-ups you deal with!

The oracle hung up on me, how hard will it be to win over my Bride?

A Few Days Later

My bodyguard Emica and I went to Ohio in search of my Bride. I bought a house in case she wanted to visit her family. I wish I would have been able to tell my parents, especially my mother. If it weren't for vampire hunters, my parents would still be alive. My brother is aware of the situation, although he is happy for me, he worries that I wouldn't charm my Bride as easily as  the last few women I have been with. I laughed, thinking there is no woman alive that can resist me. 

We stopped by Peace River Hospital to get some blood bags until we could both get some blood supply on short notice. Suddenly, I heard grunting and screaming; I saw a young male fae struggling and shouting. I saw a cocoa skinned satyr in a doctor's coat trying to give the young fae a shot, when I heard a high-pitched voice shout for them to stop. I located the source of the voice, and I was entranced. 

The beautiful curvy woman with emerald green eyes, heart-shaped lips, a black Afro with a white streak, a Nubian nose, and beautiful almond skin coming stomping towards the satyr. She smelled like the meadows from home. She glared at the satyr, then pulled out a fidget spinner, spun it, and gave it to the young male with a friendly smile. The male eyed it like it was gold, grabbed it, and started to spin it.

"You are trying to give a person with autism psych meds. He was freaking out because you guys kept touching him. Autistic folk hate being touched, which you would know if you spent more time working, and less time trying to be a Casanova. What goddamn ER doctor, or any doctor in general, can't tell an autistic person throwing a fit from a person having a mental breakdown. And for the last time, I will never, ever date you. You like to seduce women, discard them when you get bored, and you like to kiss a tell. For starters, I keep my money and my honeys separate. So leave me alone," my Bride stomped off.

She then marched over to the nymph, grabbed her arm gently, and led her away. I watched her walk away and noticed her bum, and a nice one at that. Emica snickered while I stare at my Bride. "I want you to learn everything you can about that witch," I ordered. She would make a fine princess.