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“Yes, but she saved us. I owe her a lifetime for what she’s done.”
We’re doing that thing where we talk with disjointed sentences and words, and our minds are already intercepting what the other is thinking. It’s like we're communicatingtelepathically, our deep emotional understanding of one another, stronger than our words.
“Are you sure about this?” She asks. “Penelope did say you could still say no.”
I shake my head. “I want to help the coven, and she’s right, technically,weknow more about the pack than anyone else.”
“Do you want me to take your place?” Monroe asks. “Maybe I could suggest-”
“No,” I interrupt. “I was chosen for a reason. You can’t protect yourself without your powers there alone.”
“Okay,” she murmurs. “But I’m worried about you, Danielle.”
“It’s fine,” I tell her. “I’ll be fine.”
I gaze bravely at the fire. So what if I have to marry some wolf who will probably hate me? So what if I’ll have to live under Ellis, the only man I’ve ever loved, the one who’s hurt me the most.
I have to do it for my coven.
I’ll just have to avoid him, I guess.
Chapter 4 - Ellis
She’s a witch,I remind myself,just a witch. It’s her job to be bewitching, isn’t it?
Then why do you not feel that same pull toward any of the others?
As she’s preparing to walk down the aisle, talking to some witches beside her while others help adjust her dress, I can’t stop marveling.
She looks fucking incredible.
It’s ridiculous.
The way I’m looking at her is almost as though this is a real wedding, as though she’s my real bride.
Her brown curls are glossy and alive, bouncing subtly around her elegantly pronounced clavicle. I’m only getting a glimpse of her side profile, but her cat-like eyes are practically glowing beneath the light.
Then, that dress, strapless, white, and silky, hugged the beautiful dips of her curves.
She looks so beautiful, so precious, and unbelievably intriguing to my wolf.
I clench my fists, puffing out a frustrated breath of air.
“You doing okay?” One of my shifters asks me from the sidelines.
“Fine,” I growl, rolling my shoulders back.
I’d forgive myself for simply being turned on by a beautiful woman. I’m an animal, an Alpha one, after all. But what’s frustrating is that I’m not just turned on, I’m infatuated—I’m drawn into her for reasons I can’t fully explain.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way toward a witch.
When Penelope suggested Danielle, I agreed because she was the choice I was already thinking of.
Danielle was chosen because, logically speaking, she makes sense. Danielle is magically powerful; she’s worked with our kind before—during that whole Willow mess—so we can trust her to be somewhat amenable toward us.
I’m glad that Penelope suggested her.
If Penelope didn’t believe this alliance was going to work, then she wouldn’t have wanted to send one of her best.
