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“I swear I’m not going to break.” Breyona sighed only after Zeke had left, the door clicking shut behind him. “It…it sucks, yes. I’ll manage though. It’s closure, after all. That’s what I’ve been searching for all these years.”
Her shoulders dropped a few inches. It sounded like she’d been trying to convince herself of something and failed. A feeling I understood completely.
“None of us think you’re going to break. It’s natural that it still hurts, Breyona. Those Witches. took your parents from you. That pain won’t go away just because they’re locked away in the Tower.” I said not unkindly, taking hold of the hand that was picking idly at the label on her seltzer water. “If anything, we’re all incredibly proud of you.”
“Why would you guys be proud of me?” She huffed, barking out a laugh as she swiped under her eye.
I gave her a knowing look that lasted several seconds. “If I’m not mistaken, didn’t Daisy and Ember offer to kill the witches for you?”
“Yeah, they did.” She giggled. “Clara said she’d help, too.”
“That she did, but you didn’t take them up on it. You did the right thing taking them to the prison. I might’ve never had the pleasure of knowing your parents, but I think they’d be proud.”
We talked for several minutes, going back and forth as we recapped the moments in each other’s lives that we missed. She told me about Vincenzo and how Giovanni’s family had fallen in love with the infant, showering him with presents and affection, while I went further into detail about the upcoming wedding they’d all soon be invited to.
Soon enough, Zeke and Giovanni appeared in the doorway. Both were wrapping up their own conversations when Zeke met my eyes, his expression softening as adoration swept across his rugged features. Breyona and Giovanni waved, saying their goodbyes as they slipped down the hallway and to the elevators that led into the main lobby.
“You ready to go, beautiful?” Zeke asked, his hand outstretched and awaiting my own. “Always.”
Alpha Nolan by Jane Doe
Ember & Brandon
Seven Years Later Ember’s P.O.V.
“Darcy Mathews, if I see so much as a single snowflake in the bathroom’s you’ll find yourself in detention for a week.”
This was the fourth time this month that the pipes had nearly burst from being frozen solid. Damn water elementals.
The squirrely brunette with her spattering of cinnamon freckles jumped a foot off the ground at the sound of my voice, unwittingly letting out a pulse of elemental magic that spiraled down the corridor in a gust of chilly wind. It slammed several lockers shut, startling a handful of students.
“Sorry Headmistress.” She hung her head sheepishly.
There was once a time where Tessa and I couldn’t control our magic. It was easier for my twin. No one looked twice when you sprouted flowers in your wake or animated the topiary bushes. trimmed into animals. Starting fires, however, that drew attention.
“It’s alright…” I sighed, taking it easy just this once. I already had a reputation of being a hard ass, but one more incident and I’d have the Witches council up my ass for the rest of the school year.
The shrill tone of this morning’s bell sounded, chiming through the corridors of the Magisterium. Young witches flitted about, snatching books out of lockers, and ending conversations in a hurry to race to their classes.
“Everyone make their way to their homeroom, and remember ‘it is not the magic that makes the witch, but the quality of her character’.” I bellowed, reciting our Academy’s motto as I made a beeline for my private office.
The moment my hand touched the handle and I pushed it open, I was grabbed and yanked inside. A
jolt of surprise knocked me upside the head, even though I knew whose hands pawed at my hips and waist.
Magic crackled from my skin in a sharp burst, tainting the air with the scent of burnt fabric. There was a flash of crimson followed by a masculine grunt that made my lady parts clench. Brandon stared at me with wild eyes, his shirt singed straight down the middle. It cascaded down the hard lines of his chest in pathetic scraps.
“What the fuck, Ember?” He closed in on me a second time, forcing me against my office door which clicked as our combined weight forced it shut.
His breath hit my face in hot waves, the scent made stronger by his anger. This mate thing never failed to amaze me, even after all this time. The thought of breathing in someone’s stale breath was revolting, but not when it came to Brandon.
Nothing he did managed to disgust me. The man knew how to work my nerves and stoke my anger, but nothing-not the vulgar words he spoke or his annoyingly pushy demeanor- erased the need for him that was coded in my very DNA.
I stared up into his eyes, tracing the singular line of his blown out pupil with a defiant tilt to my chin. This battle between us had been ongoing for the past seven years, and both of us were still holding strong.
“What do you expect, Brandon?” I let his name roll off my tongue like a praise and a curse, each syllable sinful in its own right. “You can’t corner a Witch with dominion over fire and not expect to get burned.”
To emphasize my point, I placed my bare hands against his chest, through the scraps of his t- shirt.
Magic warmed my insides, flowing down my arms to where my palms rested against the hard grooves of his muscle. I didn’t exert much energy, not nearly enough to leave an actual burn, but enough to sting his skin with the thrill of heat.
“Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t mark you right here, right now.” He hissed, forcing each word through clenched teeth.
Purring like a fucking cat, I ran my lips along his jaw. Pretending to mull over the answer, I hummed against his skin. His nails scraped along the door, along my waist which he gripped hard-so hard that I wondered if he thought he’d float away if he let go.
A growl built in his chest, warning me I was running on borrowed time. This game between us would come to an end, and with how long it had been going on, there would be nothing silent or peaceful about this crescendo.
“You haven’t actually won anything.” I reminded him. “I told you if you caught me, I’d let you put your wolfy mark on my neck, but I never specified when.”
Brandon’s growl turned into a groan, one full of so much longing and pain that I nearly relented. “What better time than the present?”
“Oh, but I have something better in mind.” He shuddered as I whispered the words along his skin, tasting the thin sheen of his sweat on my lips. “You and me, the forest by our house. Midnight. If you catch me, I’ll let you mark me, but only after you tear off every article of clothing on my body.”
It wasn’t the first time we’d slept together, not by a long shot. Call me crazy, but it was easier having sex with somebody, no matter how intense and consuming the connection, than opening your heart to them. Hell, I married the man without blinking twice. Yet the thought of his mark on my skin, our souls tied together for eternity, filled me with an insecurity that I loathed.
Accepting Brandon’s mark, completing the bond that snapped and sizzled between us anytime we were near, was the same as opening my heart and soul to him. I hadn’t been ready-hadn’t been sure.
He had ample opportunity to leave. To grow tired or bored. To chase someone else, someone easier, but he hadn’t.
Brandon had stayed.
His groan of utter relief coiled around my legs, tickling my skin as it slithered up my blouse and into the folds of my bra. My nipples grew hard, grating against the rough fabric to the point of blissful pain.
If he didn’t get the fuck out of here, there would be no tonight. I’d burn the rest of his clothes off his body and wrestle him to the floor.
As if he could taste my impatience, Brandon chuckled. The sound was low and throaty. “Fine but wear that cute little skirt I love so much.”
“I will.” I promised, trying hard not to pant. “Now get the hell out before I change my mind.
Brandon pulled back, a lopsided and horrendously charming smile befalling his face. “Yes,
Headmistress.”
“You’re a nuisance, you know that? I’m supposed to be working.” I huffed, straightening out my blouse and blazer.
Brandon was halfway out the door when he shouted behind him. “You love it, firecracker!”
Breaking my own rule of no magic in the corridors, I shot a small plume of flame after him. His painful whoop echoed all the way down to my office, leaving a grin on my face that lasted the next several hours.
I managed to plan out several events for the year before an inevitable distraction knocked at my office door.
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