The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 121

“Possibly…”

I mutter, looking at my parents greet someone wearing a black robe with the hood over their head.

Another person is with them. Someone who wore a similar robe but this time, in dark red. My father is

the first to reach out to shake the black robe’d person’s hand. I knew then that this was the witch. The

ring of serpent on her middle finger told me so. Every witch had one. Only, the animal on the ring told of

their ranks.

Serpents ranked highest.

Then was the crows.

And lastly, the tarantulas.

“She looks scary.”

Weston mumbles, biting on his lip as he looks at me. His eyes were wide and unblinking. The apparent

unease in his stance coming from his nature as a wolf.

I should feel it too, but I don’t.

“Aren’t you nervous, Young Alpha?”

His question was sincere. For someone who seemed oblivious to everything, he had a sharp eye for

reading atmosphere. Only a handful of people knew of the Locksworth curse. The people the Alpha, my

father, personally chose. Close friends and high ranking wolves.

My mother, Chancellor Williams, Beta Creed, Weston, Gam ma Vince and I.

I’m about to respond but Father interrupts me before I could.

“Raizel!”

He bellows. Weston flinches, immediately stepping back as he swallowed. He reacted from my fathers

dominance but not just that. It took me a second to realize why else. The witch’s head was turned in

our direction and although her hood was still up, the violet glow of her eyes told us she was staring at

us.

I felt… weird.

Exposed.

Judged.

Vulnerable.

I didn’t like it.

But regardless, I took careful steps their way. I never wavered under the witch’s probing gaze. I couldn’t

allow myself to. My father told me Alphas don’t hesitate. They don’t show fear. They don’t bow down to

another unless for their mate. So I don’t.

I walk into the common room, noticing the Chancellor standing by the fireplace. Chancellor Williams

was a kind man. I think. I don’t really know him much. I’ve only ever seen him converse with my

parents and Beta Creed. Sometimes Gam ma Vince as well. Understandably Ga mma Vince is always

busy training the pack so most of the time he wasnt there. Chancellor Williams gives me a smile of

acknowledgement when our eyes meet. Darting my gaze to the witch and then back to him, I give him

a small nod before walking to take my place beside my father.

“Son, this is Arabeth Maliciana. She’s the Head Witch of the Order.”

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I look at the black robed figure my father was motioning to and slowly nodded. I didn’t say anything. I

didn’t know what to say under these circumstances. This was the first time I was meeting a witch, the

Head Witch much less.

“-And with her is Ivory Black. Her assistant.”

The red robed figure stepped up, bowing slightly in my direction.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Young Alpha.”

I look

up at father to find him staring right back at me. His expression was encouraging but I still feel uneasy.

“…The pleasure is mine.”

Slim fingers reach out toward me to which I cautiously bring out my own hand. Her cold, nimble fingers

wrap around mine and I find myself being overwhelmed with emotion.

Darkness.

Hot.

Foggy.

Burn.

Suffocating.

Flames.

Ivory pulled her hand back, gasping out as her hood fell from her head. Sharp orange eyes peer at me.

She looked nothing like what I expected. Her skin was pale blue, markings of all sorts that I couldn’t

comprehend or make out running down her neck like tattoos. Some marks were rigged; tough and

perturbing on her skin. Thick, vibrant green hair tied into a loose braid behind her back. Wrinkles under

her eyes with dreary effects.

“H-He’s special.”

I barely manage to catch onto those two words. Though, from the face she made, the context of which

‘special’ was used was nothing to feel happy about. The utter devastation in her eyes as she

by my belief.

frantically looked between me and my parents was enough to stand e

“What did you see, Ivory?”

Arabeth’s tone broke my train of thought. Although I was beginning to feel the panic settling in my

stomach, my nerves were calmed from the sound of her voice. Her voice wasn’t soothing. It didn’t have

the soft, feathery touch my mother’s had and it wasn’t quite like my father’s dominant presence.

It was simply reassuring.

“I-I don’t know… Just- I think it would be best if we performed the ritual.”

Ritual?

No one said a thing. I looked around the room, trying to make out what I can from their faces. All of

them were silent. Not a peep from anyone. Not something I felt very comfortable with.

But the one thing that was loud and clear was their shared look of pity.

“I see…”

It’s my father who breaks the tension. I lift my head to look at him, his dark hair matching mine falling

over his eyes. His eyebrows pinched together and his jaw is set. He knew I was looking, yet he never

looked my way. I wondered if I’d done something wrong. Father never makes a face like that

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