My Voodoo Queen

Chapter 2

Richard Bishop POV

I let my Beta talk me into coming to a church to meet a priest at 9. I am not religious nor am I a morning person. I moved my pack to Kesa from Paris where we lived until my parents passed. We moved here because an Oracle told me my mate lives in Kesa. My Beta like chicks, God knows why. She is a femme lesbian with the body of a goddess and the face of an angel.

Hannah Barlow is 65 but looks 25, she is four years younger than me. She is tall and has light-skin with ginger curly hair and brown eyes. Violent and moody, but has more balls than any male I have met. That woman is brave and reliable, not to mention loyal. Hannah loves fighting as much as she hates her deadbeat white father who left her black mother with a baby. As a person who is half white, it was a miracle that my father loved my mother. Hannah has a habit of doing odd work from home jobs, right now she sells makeup and does makeup parties.

I, myself, am a general surgeon who makes good money. I don't know if it helps that I am tall, muscular, fine, smart, and a gentleman. I don't have a problem getting women, but the ones I attract are gold diggers. I want a woman who loves me and not my looks and money.

As soon as we were outside the church, I caught a whiff of a flowery scent that made my wolf go crazy. Mate is here and she is the Other. I was happy and worried at the same time, the Other were non-werewolves, which makes it harder to win them over. I wonder what kind of Other is my mate? 

"Hannah, my mate is here at this church, and she is an Other," I said to my excited Beta. "I am going to be your best man and godmother to your halflings," said Hannah with a shit-eating grin. Hannah loves kids, but couldn't find her mate. I saw a glow in her that I didn't see before. We headed inside to find my mate, to my horror, she was surrounded by quite a few witches. So, she is a witch!  

My mate is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has long, black dreads that reach the middle of her back, smooth, honey-colored skin, and black cat-like eyes. My mate has a refined nose and full, soft lips. When everyone stood up to sing hymns, I saw her curvy body. Hannah covered my groin with her purse and snapped at me in a hushed tone, "I know she is fine, but we are in the house of the lord." I ignored Hannah and stared at my mate, she has a strong aura, I can feel power radiating from her. "Find everything you can about her, I mean the strong witch with the dreads," I ordered Hannah.