The Alpha's Witch |18+|

Chapter Two

edited
• • •

ADELINE

Braxton Black.

His name echos through my head. Like it's imprinting itself into my thoughts, imbedding itself into my memory until it feels entirely familiar.

The warmth emitting from his hand onto my arm is comforting, and there's this palpable pull. One that makes me want to stay right there, under his grasp and right next to him.

His eyes don't stray from mine, and they only lure me back into a trance.

I can feel his chest rise and fall against my own, it's a slow and controlled rhythm. It starkly compares to my own breathing, which quickens when I notice the shift in his eye color. Those hazel eyes start to glisten with a golden hue.

I've heard about werewolves and how their eyes will change when their wolf form is about to take over. The thought alone sends me in a hyperaware state, I'm not keen in the slightest in meeting his wolf.

"I really should be going," I manage to say, attempting to disregard my thoughts and feign indifference.

I try to take a step back then, only to be stopped by the sound of a low growl that comes from him, along with the tightening of his fingers on my arm. Only, the moment is fleeting and before I know it, he lets go and creates a space between us.

He straightens himself out then. And with the simple clearing of his throat, the amber color in his eyes fades away. Those hazel irises remain, discerning me with a clinical look.

"You're right," he clips, "And for future reference, this city and all surrounding towns are my territory."

His harsher tone surprises me. But not as much his actions. He turns on his heel, walking away before I get the chance to snap out this wave that stupidity that washed over me at the sound of his words.

I was careful. I had no knowledge of there being pack territory anywhere near this city when I had decided to move here.

The feeling only worsens when the realizations settles in. He's an alpha. His declaration replays, the emphasis on the word my when referring to this territory only confirms my earlier suspicion that he held ranking in his pack. I knew I could sense the authority from him, but I should have realized sooner.

I quickly begin filtering back through the conversation, worried that I said or did anything that would have offended him. The last thing I need is to be on his bad side. Especially now that I'm living in his territory.

I push away my incessant worrying and finally get into my jeep. After turning the heat all the way up, I let out a shaky breath. An overwhelming feeling settles heavy on my shoulders then. My head starts to spin with the events that took place in the alleyway and the perplexing interaction with the werewolf.

I force myself to suppress the panic that starts to seep into my body and put the car in drive. Usually, I would enjoy the scenic route to the place I now call home, but tonight was different. In so many aspects.

I pay no attention to the houses I pass, not even noticing the way they eventually all fade away as the road becomes more isolated and surrounded by the thick forest trees. The drive is long, winding up a hill that leads to the quaint neighborhood I live in.

When I finally pull into the driveway of my small one bedroom one bath house, I quickly put the car in park and scan my surroundings. That panic starts to creep back up, paranoia joining the feeling.

When there's nothing out of the ordinary in sight, I grab my purse and rush into the house. I quickly lock the front door, and the second I turn around, I'm greeted by Ember meowing at my feet.