The Royal Alpha

EPILOGUE

FENRIS

I am flipping the pancake carefully making sure that it becomes golden brown and doesn't burn when Sierra's loud scream echoes in the house. Her thought projections are all chaotic and I can sense only panic and fear.

Almost throwing the pan in my hands, I quickly shut the burner and climb up the stairs two at a time to our pup's room from where I can hear my mate's chaotic thoughts. Throwing open the door, I look around for threats but find none. Sierra's gaze is wild with fear and tears are running down her cheeks as she stares at the crib in which our new born is sleeping soundly.

"What's wrong," I whisper walking towards her and wiping away her tears, not wanting to wake up the pup. She's too sensitive to even the smallest of sounds.

"She's not here. She wasn't there when I came in here to check in on her," my mate screams, waking up our daughter who immediately starts crying.

"She's here, Sierra. She's in the crib," I pick up our little Kotyonok and take her to Sierra who's staring at me as if I've gone crazy.

"Look at her, Sierra. She's fine and she's crying."

"Shhh, Malyshka," I pet our baby girl, settling her in the crook of my arms so that she goes back to sleep.

"I can't see her, Fenris. Am I blind? But I can see you. What the..."

"Shhh, Sierra. She's fine. Let me put her to bed and we'll talk outside, okay?"

"Yes. No. What's wrong with me? Are you teasing me? Where's my baby!" She's hysterical now which amuses me as well as troubles me. I quickly put the pup in her crib and steer Sierra out into the living room.

"What's wrong with me?" she whisper-shouts and I pull her into my arms, trying to soothe her and thinking of how to break this news to her. Looks like our pup is more witch than wolf.

"Nothing is wrong with her. I think she has some more witch-powers," I say softly straightening her bed hair and then twirling them around my fingers. I hope this distracts her.

"WHAT!"

"Calm down. Let's sit." I sit down and pull her into my lap where she continues to be stiff, still shocked.

"But I thought she only had the gift of hiding her scent," she sobs now and I can't help but pull her closer where she buries her head in my chest.

"No. I think she can hide herself from other people. It looks like her witch powers are growing and slipping out when she's sleeping," I try to explain.

"What? How is this possible. Witch powers are hereditary, aren't they?" she asks, tilting her face up to look into my eyes and I find myself nervous. She never knew about my invisibility skills.

Taking a deep breath, I kiss her forehead once to gather more willpower and softly disclose the information.

"Yes, baby they are hereditary. I once had the gift of being invisible for short periods of time," I say, cringing at the way her eyes narrow and her lips flatten in irritation.

One thing I've learnt about my mate is that she doesn't like to be kept out of the loop and this information is surely going to get me in trouble.

"So, you can be invisible," she says but her statement feels more like a question. her eyes are narrowed and she's thinking it over in her head. She's blocking me, I can feel that and now to my disbelief she slips from my lap and stands up, walking towards the fireplace where she stands staring into the ashes.

"Yes, but I can't anymore. The witch, Kestrel when she burned me, I lost some of my powers while healing and ever since then I haven't been able to use those powers. They are gone," I explain, walking behind her reaching out to her both on the mental path and physically. This distance feels too much.