His Witchy Mate

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efully chosen this corner, hidden from prying eyes. It was well past midnight,

en I finally broke free from my

that led to our secret meeting spot. Lucian and I planned this carefully, ensuring th

s strategically calculated. Excitement and trepidat

ped into the shadows and wait

night remained silent, and there was no sign of him. Panic crept in, threate

darkness, my voice tinged with anxiety. I glanced

I realized the significance of what I was doi

for movement. Doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve, threatening to shatter my carefully constructed plan. I was a witch, and t

ions at odds with the strict doctrine I had been raised under. My he

people would never accept our relationship, an

let fear paralyze me. This was my choice, the path I was determined to follow

nd with Lucian. As doubt threatened to consume me, I clung to the f

treating them as objects to be used and discarded at their whim. The witches, fed up with this oppressive treatment, had risen in protest. But whe

cycle of violence was unsustainable. The witches and werewolves reached

as kept alive, a cautionary tale passed down through generations, ensuring the bitt

the past. It was a living, breathing part of my reality. The div

Our coven held the rule sacred: "Never fall in love with a werewolf." Yet, my

m as my forbidden love. His presence was magnetic, his essence drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

was becoming unbearable, each passing second stretching into eternity. I resisted the urge to use my powers to find him; I knew

here was no sign of him. Frustration and fear clawed at my chest. The woods around me were th

tion. The need to find him overwhelmed me, propelling me out of my hiding spot and deeper into

eality of his absence weighed heavily on me. Had he changed his mind about eloping? Was he

s I continued to search, the min

rough me, and I sank to my knees, overwhelmed by grief and disappointment. Our dreams of escape were cru

lly assumed that my unease stemmed from the thought of leaving behind everything I had known – my people, my home.

his wasn't just separation anxiety

but that facade was crumbling. The unease had swelled, now impossible to ignore.

pe, tracing its path down my cheek. The truth I

ure of frustration and sorrow. The universe had conspired to play a cruel trick on my heart.

. The weight of my emotions threatened to crush me, my headache from the strain. The s

a jolt of panic to surge through me. I didn't need to turn to know that I wa

pierced the night, and my heart thundered in my chest. There w

ght, ensnared in a trap I hadn't seen coming. The fear that gripped me was beyond description. To call it t

I had known all my life, who upheld our coven's rules and traditions with unwaverin

air heavy with tension, an

rembling, caught between fear and regret. As their accusing eyes bore into mine, I knew that my defiance