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 answered my question then turned to Cadell, "I'll look around the premises and alert the guards." "He's going to be fine though." I interjected quickly while taking out the glass stuck to his chest. "His enhanced healing will help I'm sure." "Cordelia." Morgana said in the tone I knew used only for bad news, "She used magic." She then opened the man's shirt, revealing black veins around the gash. "But how?" I asked confused, "Burning the bones should have weakened her, I know that!" "I can handle the injury." Morgana said with a strong voice. "Try and locate her before she hurts anyone." I nodded my head, turning to Cadell, "I'll need a few blood drops from you." I strode out of the room and through the hallway to the stairs. "Why?" He asked, following me. "You're her brother, blood will help me find her faster." It was a good thing that by the time we returned from the cemetery the party was over and everyone went back to the warmth of their house. I wouldn't even know how to explain half of what was happening. Cadell led me to the kitchen, where he sliced the palm of his hand with a knife and gave me some of his blood in a glass. I performed the spell on the counter and I could see images in my head of where she was. Exactly running through the woods, I believe the trail leads to the main road heading out of town. "She's following the trail in the woods leading to Route 59." I told him after performing the spell on the counter. I had those images of her running, I could slightly even feel her concern, the strong desire to finish something. The Alpha looked lost in thought, but I gathered that he must have mind linked his wolves to tell them the news. It still bothered me though, the fact that Jeanette McConnell had such strength in her despite her bones turning to nothing but ashes.There must be something tying her to the Living Realm; I just need to find out what it is."Are you okay?" He asked me with concerned eyes, real concern. I raised an eyebrow, and when I didn't say anything he continued, "I heard witches get tired after doing spells one after the other, Magical Exhaustion is what they call it." "Yeah…" I trailed off, slightly awkward, "It doesn't happen to everyone and it varies depending on the spells.""I have to go out there." He said tightly, "I have to find her myself." With determination burning in his eyes like wildfire. "Of course." I agreed quickly, and before I could think my words through I just spit them out, "Be careful out there." He looked visibly startled for a fraction of the second, then he gave the smallest of smiles; it was a smile that actually reached his eyes, and it made my heart leap out. I'm not sure what just happened, nor was I sure why I'm slightly worried about him. So, I dragged my feet up the stairs again to check if I could help Morgana and John with anything. She managed to put John on the bed, and I saw James half asleep on the armchair next to the window of the room. Morgana stood there with her back straight, but the signs of tiredness were clear on her face. "You used too much magic." I said in a matter of fact tone. She gave a weak smile, "All magic is too much magic for me these days." "This isn't the point." "I'll be fine." I nodded my head, then my eyes drifted towards James, "You sent him to me earlier." "I knew I couldn't have handled it on my own." She then let out a short sigh and took a seat on a chair, "Sometimes I feel like this whole night was planned out." She looked up to meet my eyes, "Maybe that's why no one noticed the changes in Sheila, because you were supposed to come here."… It was an hour after midnight when I was startled from restless sleep on a chair. I opened my eyes and saw Alpha Cadell before me. His silky hair had fallen slightly to his forehead, his tanned skin was wet with sweat, and somewhere along the line, he had lost his white button up shirt. "Alpha, did you find her?" I asked him in my sleep voice, trying to wake my brain up. He nodded sadly, "I found a woman who looked so much like my sister, but acted nothing like her." He whispered the words, but the way he looked at me, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulder, just broke my heart. I stood up, scanning the dark room quickly. Morgana took James into her embrace and they both slept peacefully in the armchair. John remained unconscious while recovering from his injuries. It was just me and Cadell. Something about the quietness of the night being disrupted only by the sound of his breathing had my heart clench. I took a step towards him, then another, then my hands rose to wrap around his waist pulling him into a hug. "I'll make her okay, I promise you that." I whispered softly into his chest.He had a rotten personality, and his reputation didn't help his case either. But something about him made my heart go out for him. He was frozen in my arms, like a man who had never been hugged before. It was sad, pathetic, but still very relatable. I was about to pull away when he pulled me closer towards his body. I could feel his heat, his heartbeat, his chest rising and falling, and even the vibration of his voice as he said, "This is all I need." I pulled away, with difficulty as he held me tighter, "Let's get out." I whispered quietly, gesturing for the other two people in the room. Once we stood in the hallway, I closed the door with a soft thud. "So, what happened and where's she?" I asked him about Sheila. "Daniel's keeping her in a basement cell." He replied with gritted teeth. "I had to break her leg, I could see the bone protruding through her flesh, but she still managed to walk. She bit one of my warriors, took his ear off with her teeth." My nose automatically scrunched at the image forming in my head, "Once I'm done with the potion, everything will be okay." I heard the faint noise of footsteps, and Morgana appeared from the darkness with a frown on her face. "How's John?" Cadell asked her.She nodded her head once, "He's getting better." Her eyes then drifted towards me, with more concern than before. "Cordelia..."Yes, here comes the bad news."The spell casted on John. I know who created this spell. I know them very well." Morgana's eyes were trying to communicate something to me, I just couldn't figure it out.No. No, it can't be her."It's Fiona, Cordelia. She's the one who created that spell. I'll know it anywhere." Morgana said with sorrow lacing her tone."Who's Fiona?" Alpha Cadell's voice pierced through the air, and through my shock that rendered me frozen."My mother." I muttered.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
Cordelia BlackwellWhat's wrong with me? I wondered as I wore that stupid Henley shirt of his that I found in the bathroom. I gave in to him so easily, but I just couldn't help it. It made me wonder if perhaps he's been right all along about us being mates. Perhaps that's why I'm not acting like myself. Looking at my reflection made me scowl, the bite on my neck was red, and looked sore. It wasn't bleeding, and it didn't hurt the way an animal bite should. It just burned. What if he's using me? What if that was his plan all along? A witch bound to him to do his biddings, and he can fuck her on the side; an added benefit. My chin quivered; I really wanted to break down into sobs. But I couldn't, not here. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and exited the bathroom with my head held high. I hoped I wouldn't see him, I prayed to every God out there that I wouldn't. "Don't go, Cordelia." His voice made my steps come to a halt, and I froze there with my back to him while facing the