Edith’s POV
It was getting hard to keep my temper in check, and I could feel anger and a need to brutally kill the one in front of me.
Just before he could hear me hum, I knew what he was and what he meant to me.
No matter what, I couldn’t believe it. I was in denial. Was cursing the moon goddess and spitting on her name not enough that she had to link me to another bastard?
I couldn’t understand why she would do this to me after knowing how I never wanted to be linked to another male.
Most supernatural beings knew about the myths, but none of them knew the whole truth about my life. All they assumed was that I was a crazy, thirsty bitch who loved black magic to the point of killing everything I held dear.
None of them knew how broken and hurtful those myths were to me.
“Edith,” the Beta called in a labored voice, and I found myself instantly calming down.
“I’m really sorry for touching you without your permission. But was it a little too much treating your mate in such a harsh way, don’t you think so?” He asked calmly.
Oh, so he wasn’t that dumb after all.
The child disguise I had on wasn’t because I didn’t want him to take me seriously. It was a way of masking my scent so he couldn’t know what I was. Breaking that form of illusion meant him finding out what I meant to him.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I answered and then turned and began walking away as he quickly began to follow behind.
“We are mates,” he said in a frustrated tone.
“I’m sure by now you have figured it out. I’m not one of your kind, nor do I give a damn what that means,” I answered angrily and then turned to face him when he grabbed my wrist.
I was about to push him away with my magic when he moved his hand to my cheek, instantly making me freeze in one spot.
He was looking at me with a concerned expression on his face and a warm smile that made my unbothered heart skip a beat.
“Please, let’s talk,” he whispered as my heart began to beat rapidly.
My mind was yelling at me to step back and stay away from him, but my heart and body missed the warmth I was feeling.
The tingles I felt brought tears to my eyes as some past memories began to flash in my mind.
“Fine, but don’t touch me,” I answered in a cracked voice while I pushed his hand away.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly and then clenched his hands into fists.
“Follow me,” I said, then frowned when I heard him chuckle.
“Is something funny?” I asked seriously.
“No, it’s just that I was going to follow you even if you didn’t say that,” he answered.
“Good for you,” I said, then began moving.
I was scolding myself in my mind over and over again on how I could easily allow a stranger to come with me.
Was it because I missed how it felt to talk to someone? Or was it perhaps that I wanted what I had in the past before it turned insane? Was it because he was very handsome and his voice was awakening some emotions I thought had died?
I couldn’t understand why I was hastily deciding to speak to him.
I raised my hand and touched an invisible barrier that was shielding my property, and then walked in as he followed.
The barrier was what protected me from the creatures of the night as well as those supernatural beings that came to seek help. I hated it when I was approached and asked for favors.
“Home,” I whispered to myself and then smiled when my house came into view.
I was exhausted from searching and picking up herbs. What I wanted was a good bath, a good lunch, and some good reasoning with my mind.
“It’s beautiful,” he whispered behind me as I smiled.
My cottage was indeed beautiful, not because of the flowers that were around it, but because of the design it had.
“Well, it took me a lot of time to build it,” I answered, and that seemed to shock him because he stood for a few seconds before he began to move again.
“You built it by yourself?” He asked in what sounded like disbelief.
“Yes, I did. Don’t underestimate what magic can do,” I answered and then walked in when the door opened by itself.
“Excuse me,” he whispered, then walked in.
I led him to the living room where he wasted no time in making himself at home. He sat down then patted the empty side of the seat.
I hated how familiar he was acting with me just because of some bond he was feeling.
I ignored him and put the herbs down then sat opposite him.
“Speak,” I demanded sternly.
“Of course,” he replied in a low tone with a sad expression on his face.
Was he disappointed that I had chosen to sit opposite him?
“I can tell that you are a powerful witch, which is amazing. But I am looking for a witch who resides here and can use black magic to resurrect the dead,” he said seriously.
“I am the one you are looking for,” I answered simply.
“No, I’m looking for an elderly witch who….,”
“Went crazy and killed her werewolf mate and children because she couldn’t let go of her black magic practice? I am her. My name is Edith and I am a black magic practitioner also known as a sorceress,” I answered, cutting him off.
He kept quiet, but his facial expression betrayed him completely. I could see confusion, sadness, fear, and conflict. He didn’t know what to do. Not only was his supposed mate once mated to another, she was a black magic holder who everyone in their right mind ought to fear and run away from.
“You need my help, Beta, don’t you?” I asked.
He slowly nodded.
“Then who is it that you want me to resurrect? Is it your lover?” I asked with detest.
“No, I have no such thing. Who I want you to resurrect is my Luna,” he answered as I unconsciously sighed in relief then cussed at myself silently.
“I will have to hear the whole story first, then I’ll decide whether to help you or not. But keep in mind that I’ll demand a price that will be needed in exchange for what you want,” I said as he smiled.
“Sure, I’ll tell you everything that you need to know. And just so you know, I’m willing to give up everything that’s in my power to see the Alpha back on his feet again,” he answered as I smiled widely.
Finally, I was going to ask him for rejection in return for giving him what he wants.