My Voodoo Queen

Chapter 5

Richard's POV

I am fucking pissed off! I have had dealings with Smith in the past, but we were never friends due to the fact that both of our kinds have been fighting with each other for centuries. Smith and I are practically distant frenemies, he is not bad for a pretty boy bloodsucker. I just want to know why he has my mate. What the Others don't know is that we werewolves can sense when are mates are in trouble, and we have a strong bond. Our bond with our mates is so strong that we are able to track down our mates if they are missing. Our bond with our mates is so strong that we can sense their emotions.

Speaking of the devil, the bastard ran to my location in his mansion. Smith looked like he was crying and hadn't slept, but he looked like he was going to a nice restaurant. I swear that this fool doesn't have any normal clothes, he always has to look boujee. 

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE MY WITCH?" I bellowed. I know for sure my eyes are glowing, and I can feel my claws growing. This cheeky bastard had the nerve to roll his eyes at me. "She is my Bride and a voodoo priestess, not a witch. If she is your mate as you claim, you should learn more about her. There is a huge difference between a voodooist and a witch. Voodooists will fight you for calling them witches, their magic isn't considered witchcraft. My Bride has a woody, lavender smell to her," Smith lectured.

"That is the same scent my mate has," I said in a shocked voice. The last thing I want is to share my mate. She was mine. Mine. This is some bullshit! I had the sudden urge to stamp my feet.

"Do not refer to me as a witch. The last voodoo priestess who trusted the Salem witches was jailed and sold to another person. Salem witches think we are either weird or bottom feeders. The Hedge, Green, Shamanic, and the Eclectic witches kind of like us. My name is Alanza Oliveira, daughter of Daiane Oliveira and Juliana Santos," said a beautiful voice. 

Smith and I spotted the person behind the voice. My mate was wearing a toga made out of white sheets, she looked like a goddess. I felt her pain last night and tracked her here. The sooner I mark her, the better.  "My name is Richard Bishop, Alpha of the Bishop Pack. It seems that you are my mate, and you seem to be Smith's Bride-" I was interrupted by a high-pitched voice behind me calling out to Alanza. Smith and I both turned around to see two young girls with a backpack and a baseball bat. I smirked at how ballsy these girls were trying to step to us. I recognized the girls from church, one was voodoo and the other was half witch, half voodoo. The voodoo girl was tall, light golden-skinned, skinny with light brown hair and black eyes. Voodoo girl looked at Smith like he was dessert and looked at me up and down like I wasn't shit. I was dressed in old jeans and a t-shirt, my good clothes didn't grow on trees. Witch girl was tall, curvy, with chestnut skin, dyed golden curls, and hazel eyes. The Voodoo girl said first, "Alanza, we got your clothes and there is a man back at the mansion named Ahmad Ayari. I know he is supernatural because of his old eyes and his aura. He claims to be your fated, so we locked him in the attic." Smith, Alanza, and I were shocked, more shocked than an expecting father finding out that he is going to have triplets.