The Doctor's Omega Mate

Chapter Twelve- Spellbound

Kenzi POV:

I sat on the couch in the living room, my legs squishing against the plush violet furniture as Grant paced in front of me.

"I don't like it." Grant hissed. "Who knows what this spell will do?"

"It will connect me to my mother's sisters! My aunts!" I argued, my jaw taut with anger.

"What if they don't want to contact you? What if their goal is on par with the rogues? To kill you?" Grant debated, sitting down beside me. "I can't lose you. Let's just let things be. Settle down, have a litter of pups."

"What about these powers, Grant?! What happens if I don't learn to control them? What if I hurt a friend or a pack member or you!"

"We can heal wounds. We can't resurrect the dead!" Grant snapped. I sighed and put my head in my hands, rubbing my temples and growling. I stood up at glared at Grant.

"This is my decision to make." I spoke firmly. "It is my family. It is a part of me. You can dislike and disagree with it all you want, but in the end it's my choice." Grant snarled and grabbed me, throwing me under him on the couch.

"No. I won't lose you." He hissed. His lips sealed to mine, burning hot with his anger as his claws extended and ripped into the fabric of the couch beneath us. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, pulling my body firmly against his as he tore at my clothes.

"I won't let you leave." He murmured in my ear. "I can't lose you." His lips sealed to my mark on my neck, and he sucked harshly on it, his hips connected with mine.

"Grant now is not the time to hump me!" I moaned as tingles filled my body. He sat up, fury reigning dominant over his features as he stood up.

"Fine." He muttered. "I have to go to work." He stormed over to the bedroom and changed into his scrubs, grabbing his doctor bag and moving out of the house. I groaned and followed him to the garage.

"Grant don't be like this." I whispered as my heart ached.

"How else should I be, Mackenzie?!" He roared at me. "For all we know those witches want to kill you, and by doing that spell you're leading them straight to you! You may have resigned to your fate but I haven't." He got in his truck and slammed the door shut, starting up the engine and pulling out of the garage, speeding away. I felt tears race down my face as I shifted, Tara taking over as she whined and dashed off in the direction of the woods.

You still owe me a three hour run. She reminded me in a gentle voice.

I know. I whispered back. I just need to get away for a moment.

My paws dug into the ground as I sped over the mud and leaves, darting under the shade of towering pine and oak trees. We ran farther and farther into unknown territory, my heart pounding as my anger slowly seeped out of my body with each stride. And then, my right hind paw caught in a wolfsbane covered trap, searing my skin as my blood poured from my wounds. I howled in agony as I thrashed, trying to get the poison covered metal jaw off of my paw, but my struggling only worsened the wound.

"Oh you poor thing!" I heard a soft, high pitched female voice. I looked around, panicking, until I saw a tiny woman walking over to me. She was only about five feet tall, even, and had a thin body covered in a long purple skirt and a green, loose shirt. Her feet were bare, and her coppery hair was done back in a long braid that reached her waist. I growled at her as I struggled in the trap, my ears laid back against my skull in hostility.

"Oh my!" The woman squeaked when she eyed my chest. "You're Vivian's daughter! Mackenzie, is it?" I limped back from her, questioning how she knew my name.

"Oh don't be frightened," she giggled. "I'm Annabel, her sister. Let me help you out of the trap!" She touched her finger to her nose and sneezed, and the trap turned into bubbles, floating away in the breeze. I gawked at her as she smiled and stepped over to me.

"Bobbin Broosk!" She chirped, before blowing a kiss at my injury. And like magic, I was healed. "Now, why don't you shift back so I can get a good look at my niece!" I hesitantly shifted back, covering my body with my arms. Annabel held out her hand and blew a gold dust over me, which turned into a simple white dress on my body.

"Look how big you've become!" Annabel squealed. "You were just a tiny pup when I last saw you! And you look so much like your father!"

"You've...met me before?" I questioned, taking a step back from the happy go lucky witch.

"Yup!" She giggled. "I met you about a week after you were born! Cute little thing you were. Your father refused to let anyone near you, but I got to hold you!"

"This is really weird." I choked out.

"I'm sorry, I know it must be hard coming to terms with all this without your mother's guidance." Annabel spoke gently. I nodded and she stepped over, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and hugging me tightly. I heard a snap of a twig, and then-

"Get away from my mate you witch!"