The Alpha’s Contract

Chapter 0536

Silas

Scratching through the stubble on my chin, I sigh, "He has several."

Other than the beating hearts in the room, you could have heard a pin drop. It was not the answer any one of them wanted to hear.

"Witches are rare." Dane mutters. "They don't come along too often."

I nod in agreement. I knew they were. It had been drummed into me when I had been full of questions as a kid. And White Cliffs are incredibly happy to have them, even the one that denies her heritage. Or maybe, people felt like they had to be happy with their presence. I wasn't sure anymore. There were just so many holes in the story and all it has taken is for me to meet my twin.

*And Witches rarely work with Wolves." Dane continues

"Depends what they are being offered, I guess. They have nice homes, a couple have family's. They have jobs, they are not looked down on by others." But when I think about it, they tend to stick together. They didn't really have other friends.

"How many?" Neah asks. Her bright blue eyes hover on mine. She was definitely not what I was expecting for the last female Alpha.

The moment I saw her in the restaurant, it was clear who she was. Her scent. The electrical charge that surrounded her. I was one hundred percent certain that she was stronger than Serkan. I had never sensed anything so powerful before and I had been around other Kitsons.

Yet, she was small and looked fragile. I'm surprised the sea didn't drag her out further than a few metres before managed to catch hold of her. What I had heard about her, just didn't fit the woman sitting across from me.

Her legs crossed up under her. A hand on her small bump, that is moving around in circles. She had a little bit of an attitude, but that could be the pregnancy hormones, if my mate was anything to go by.

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Samara hadn't said much more either and mostly just stared into space. Maybe talking to her Lycan. I couldn't be sure, it was impossible to tell with her grey eyes.

"Well?" Dane snaps

"Four." I confirm. "Well, three and a half."

*So Lycans, Wolves and Witches?" Damien mutters from his spot against the wall.

"Yes. But I guess they are not what you would consider as strong. Two call themselves 'healers'. They use herbs and other weird things to help kids and sometimes the adults, especially the pregnant ones that are suffering. Or they help to calm the minds of those that are grieving. Stuff like that. Nothing outrageous."

*And the other two?" Neah asks

"One refuses to acknowledge their abilities, she is also only a teen. Hence the half." I muse. "The other one is my mate."

There was that silence again. The shock settling in as the reality of my words hit. A Wolf and a Witch. It happens, but is as rare as the number of Witches in the world.

"You didn't tell me that!" Dane straightens his spine.

"You didn't ask."

*And what are her abilities?" Damien asks. He is watching me, poised but ready to kill me if needed. "Can she project herself? Does she take away others' abilities?"

*Hers is a little outside the standard field." I murmur. "Her main ability is that she can control fire."

*F...fire?" Samara scoffs

*Yes. But she hasn't used that ability in several years." I frown. It wasn't a story I wanted to talk about, but I knew if they asked, I would need to tell them. I would need to relive the worst night of my life.

"What...." Dane doesn't finish the question and I see Neah shaking her head at him. Instead, he clears his throat." All of this generation's Blacks have been mated to Lycans." Dane tells me. "Were you fated mates, or did you choose her?"