Cain Cadell
This wasn't what I wanted when I thought about having a mate. A woman who's sarcastic, rude, and shows no respect to me. How she spoke to Daniel… It really got on my nerves. Being all friendly and nice, smiling at him like they were friends. So far, she didn't smile at me, not even once. "I believe you should show me some respect, darling." I gritted out in a tone that was more threatening than I had intended. "It's not my fault that you're used to people bending backward to satisfy you." Her voice raised slightly higher and she looked at me with fire in her eyes. I stumped towards her, my steps heavy on the ground. "If you think you'll get away with this…" Daniel's voice interrupted the warning I was about to give her. "Alpha." I gave Cordelia one last glare then stepped away from her. "Could you also get me a clean box or a bottle or something?" She asked Daniel, ignoring my presence. "I need something to contain the ashes." She flashed him a smile then leaned next to the coffin. Daniel shared a look with me, prodding on my mind again. "Take it easy with her, Cain. She's your mate." His words echoed in my mind, but instead of soothing me, they only made me angrier. He had no right to tell me how to treat my mate. My wolf growled after Daniel left. I watched her, kneeling before the coffin and mumbling something under her breath. I believe it was latin, so she must be doing a spell. A second later and she stopped, then she tore off the dress on the skeleton and discarded it on ground next to her. "So, I made sure the coffin was fireproof, and after I burn the bones, I'll do another spell to separate the dirt from the ashes." She informed me with her eyes focused on the bones before her. She let out a sigh, which sounded very sorrowful. "This is the worst thing to do to a dead witch. Honestly." She whispered and her tone sounded really hurt. It almost felt like she could relate to the dead witch personally. As impossible as it sounds. "We don't have other options here. Sheila is my sister, and I'll stop at nothing to save her." She looked up at me, the first time I saw the softer side of her gaze, "Loyalty to family is one thing I can understand, Alpha Cadell." "Cain." I corrected her. trying to ignore the way I took pride in the way she looked at me. Her eyes remained on mine, and at that moment, I felt that connection between us. But all too soon, she averted her gaze back to the coffin. Daniel came back with a small wooden box and handed it to her. She put it next to her then mumbled again. I saw a blue flame in the palm of her hand; it started out small, but grew bigger as she continued chanting. She passed the flame over the bones, and after every single one was on fire, she stepped back. "We'll just have to give it some time.""Why do you seem to care so much about what happens to her? She's dead, it doesn't get much worse than that." "Someone like you could never understand." Her tone was degrading in every single way. I didn't feel myself except when I was holding her arm in a bruising grip, and I felt my canines descend down my jaws. "I keep telling you to watch your tone, Cordelia." Her face contorted in pain, but I refused to let her go, even as my wolf howled in my head, telling me to not hurt our mate. She needed to understand her place. Her heart skipped a beat, and her gaze held mine. I expected her to relent, apologize maybe, but she simply glared at me. "You say you want my respect, yet you're only trying to entice my fear." She shook her head, as if she was disappointed at a child, "I don't understand how come you're the Alpha to one of the biggest packs in the world." I felt the loud growl ripping off my chest, vibrating in the air around us. She was insinuating that I wasn't worthy of my position, that I didn't deserve to be the Alpha. I've fought every battle and went through wars just to prove to the world my worth. To prove to that dead man who called himself my father that I deserved this. "Let me go, Alpha Cadell. This is a fight you don't want to start, a fight you can never win." She said firmly, despite the smell of fear coming off her. But I didn't let go, I kept my hold on her, even though I didn't know what I'd do next. She was breathing heavily on my neck, then her hand touched my shoulder, to push me away. And just like that my anger dissipated. I was again entranced in her dark blue eyes, "Why can't you understand it?" I leaned down, speaking the words in a softer tone. "How come you can't feel it?" She gulped, the sound of her racing heartbeat was so loud in my ears. It was no longer fear that she felt, "The only thing I understand is that you have mood swings and serious anger issues." She let out a long breath, and casted her eyes down, "Just let me go." Her words were choked, like she was about to cry, and I was hit with a wave of guilt. I slowly let her, my wolf had calmed down too. She quickly stepped away, as my mere closeness burned her. She kneeled down next to the coffin, watching as the flames died down. Any traces of a human being there had vanished, and nothing left but ashes and dust. "Look." I started taking a careful step towards her. I didn't know how to continue though. "I didn't mean to…" "Go all wolf on me with your red eyes and long fangs?" She chuckled humorlessly, "I didn't expect you to me Mr. Well-mannered, but I also didn't think you'd be a total jerk." "You provoke me!" I exclaimed loudly. "I did nothing wrong!" She yelled, "If you can't stand my presence that much just go somewhere else! Morgana will tell you when I'm done." She turned back to the coffin, and held the open box in her hand, mumbling under her breath, and I saw the ashes floating into the air and into the box. How could she ever think that I couldn't stand her presence? How come she didn't feel what I felt?! Is that what the Moon Goddess wanted? Did she want to torture me with a mate who didn't feel the bond? A mate who just happens to be my natural enemy. If this isn't cruelty then I don't understand what is. Perhaps I'm cursed, doomed to live half a life. Maybe this is my punishment for all the shit I've done. A loud scream pulled me out of my thoughts. It was followed by another and I heard a riot coming from inside the mansion. Cordelia stood straight with alarmed eyes, "What's going on?" She asked worriedly. At the same moment, Daniela ran towards us with blood splatters on his face, "Alpha, you have to come inside. It's Sheila!"Cordelia Blackwell Everything was a mess. I ran after Cadell and Daniel into the mansion, but they were way faster than me in my short legs and high heels. "How the fuck did that happen?" I heard Cadell yell loudly at the top of the stairs. I ran all the way up, my mind finally forming an idea of what could have happened, and my blood ran cold. The worst case scenario was that Sheila broke free and attacked Morgana. I dashed into the room, almost breathless. And I found Morgana sitting on the floor cradling a man's head into her lap. I couldn't see Sheila anywhere. Morgana looked up with tearful eyes, "It was a sudden surge of power." She seemed to be answering Cadell's question which he must have asked before I arrived, "She broke free, grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand, broke it, then stabbed him with it." "Who's that? Why did he get in here?" I asked stepping next to Morgana to assess the man's injury. "This is John Burke, Sheila's husband and mate." Daniel answer
People are connected to memories, and memories conjure feelings. And no matter how much I try, the mention of my biological mother can only bring loath, sorrow, hate, and despite my best effort, fear. I felt my blood run cold inside my veins. The last thing I ever wanted was to get entangled back into the web Fiona weaved. "And why would your mother work with my enemy?" Cadell asked the million dollar question. He turned to Morgana with fury, "Shouldn't you hold your witches in a tighter grip?" "Fiona isn't part of our coven, not anymore." Morgana explained, and the hint of sadness was still there. Out of everyone, Morgana took the loss of Fiona the hardest. According to her, Fiona had once been a good sister, a great witch, and a precious servant of nature. I never met the Fiona Morgana knew.The Fiona I knew was cold, distant, with a constant sneer on her face. "She was banished by the Council of Magic about four years ago." I stepped in, "The only power she holds is her knowled
Cordelia BlackwellI didn't argue with Alpha Cadell when he urged me out of his dungeon. I didn't complain when his hand was firmly placed on the small of my back, nor did I stop him when he led me to a bedroom with a huge king size bed. When someone puts my name and the word death in one complete sentence, I freak out. My eyes weren't focused as my mind insisted on conjuring memories of darkness, dirt, and me clawing to get out of a tiny box. I still remember the feeling of sheer terror as I screamed at the top of my lungs to get out. The feeling of a soft touch coming from a calloused hand pulled me out of that dark memory lane. I was brought back to the present with the sight of Alpha Cadell kneeling before me and holding my face as if I was a china doll.My eyes remained on his, I felt something strange working its way up from inside me, and my magic sizzled under my skin. His eyes darted slowly towards my lips before looking up again. Tension cackled in the air, and my heart
"What on earth are you doing here?" I jumped off the bed, almost falling on my butt as I stumbled backward. He didn't even twitch, his smirk only grew, "I came to see you, darling." "In my bedroom?" I exclaimed horrified, "Seriously, you have issues." I shook my head in exasperation. He got off the bed, and walked towards me with eyes full of mischief. "I told you not to leave the mansion. It was a direct order that you broke." With every word he took a step closer towards me. "I think you should be punished." He was standing so close, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I looked up to meet his eyes. I wanted to affirm my strength, but in reality I didn't have any. My breath hitched slightly, his words stirring this feeling in me. I almost wanted to know how he would decide to punish me. "You're not the boss of me." My words came shaky and I was ashamed of how weak I sounded. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered how we were so close to kissing only a few hours
Cordelia Blackwell I stood like the exact definition of a dumb blonde staring unblinkingly at Cain Cadell as he threatened the one person I wanted to keep safe. I had so many questions; plenty of snarky remarks and retorts that could have sufficed. But I knew better than to poke the bear. Or for the sake of the context, the wolf. "I'll give you a day, two at most, and you better tell me your choice." With that he strode out of the room, leaving his threat hanging in the air. It didn't make sense that he knew what Morgana had done, much less that he believed I was his mate. How did that happen? Do the Gods hate me enough to pair me with a werewolf? It's like there was a universal conspiracy to make my life a living hell.I know all too well what it means to be a werewolf mate. I have read about it several times. A bond that is unbreakable once initiated, and very unshakable. In theory, it sounded nice. If between two werewolves, then it is nice. But I'm not a wolf, I'm a witch. H
Cordelia BlackwellI hate him so much right now. "Tell me the terms of the deal first." He raised an eyebrow at me, "It's simple. You will be my mate. I'm sure you understand what that means." "Being your mate means sleeping with you, and I don't consent to that." I crossed my arms over my chest. "And I will not force you, but I will convince you." He had this annoying, beautiful, cocky smile that I wanted to slap off his face. "I'm sure there are other ways to handle this situation." Morgana's voice echoed as her heels clicked on the marble floor. She stood next to me with a hand on my shoulder, "You can have the alliance of our coven, forever. In return you'll keep our secret." "It's a no deal, Morgana." He said with a defiant look. "There has to be some middle ground." She argued back. The silence that followed her words was nerve-wracking. My heart pounded strongly in my chest, and I could barely stop my body from trembling. For some reason, I felt betrayal and disappoint
Cordelia BlackwellThe first thing I noticed when I entered the mansion was how it was colder when compared to the usual weather of Midwick. It looked absolutely different without all the lights and decorations of the ball.But in a strange way it felt familiar. “I think you’ll really like your room.” Cadell said from behind me with a very calm tone.“Of course, she will.” When I heard her voice, I was more shocked than anything. Sheila looked beautiful in her long brunette hair and tall frame. I almost didn’t recognize her.She wore a big smile on her face, “I’m so glad you made it.” She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Thank you so much for what you did.” She whispered gratefully in my ear.I awkwardly patted her back, “It was nothing. I just did what I had to do.”She pulled away holding my shoulders, “I’m really sorry about your mother by the way.” She tilted her head to the side, “Do you have any idea on her whereabouts?”I didn’t expect Cadell to tell her, but I quick
Cordelia BlackwellI was ashamed of myself, really ashamed. I couldn't turn him down, nor could I stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck like I've wanted to for so long.I wasn't sure when or how I came to care for Alpha Cadell. I wasn't sure I didn't realize that I had missed him. Our lips moved in sync, and his arms wrapped around my body, before he pulled away staring straight at my eyes. He let out a short noise from deep within his throat, "If you don't want this, you should walk away now. Leave because I'm not in control." "Is that why you left?" I asked in a breathy tone. "When you're around…" His nose was on the crook of my neck, breathing me in, "I can barely control myself." His eyes then met mine again, the look in them different though. "Do you want me to control myself?" No, I don't. His earlier promise to pin me down and fuck my brains out echoed through my mind, and I felt something coil in my stomach. I swallowed, "It's better for everyone if you contr