ALPHA'S WITCH (Midnight Oath)
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
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Chapter 8
As Eva left Elly's house, her mind was in chaos. Elly's mother knew something. Elly knew something too. But no one was talking.
It was expected that there would be a reason for the townspeople's hatred toward her family.
"Eva, wait!" Elly ran after her, grabbing Eva's arm.
Eva turned, her eyes holding both anger and a wounded expression. "What, Elly? What other secret do you want to keep from me?"
Elly swallowed hard, her eyes welling up. "I... I don't want to tell you. Because it will hurt. And you've already suffered so much."
"Then why did you start?" Eva's voice cracked. "Why did you tell me those tales?"
"Because you need to know!" Elly cried out desperately. Then she lowered her voice, looking around them. "But... I don't want to be the one to tell you. I have just one favor to ask."
Eva exhaled sharply in frustration and waited.
"Your grandmother must have had a small chest." Elly's voice trembled. "Do you remember? Wooden, small, old. Did she give it to you?"
Eva's breath caught. Memories of the funeral day flooded back.
Yes. She remembered.
Eva had taken the chest with her, but she hadn't been able to open it. She couldn't.
Because that chest was the last thing remaining of her grandmother. Opening it... it would be like truly saying goodbye to her grandmother. And Eva wasn't ready.
For days, that chest had sat on top of the cabinet. Eva looked at it every day, but couldn't bring herself to touch it.
"Yes," Eva said slowly. "I remember."
Elly reached out and grabbed Eva's hands, squeezing them tightly. "Open that chest, Eva. What's inside... will show you the truth. And whatever you find, whatever you learn..." She looked into her eyes. "If you need help facing what's there, I'm here. Okay?"
Eva swallowed. For the first time, she didn't put on her mask of strength. "I'm scared," she whispered.
"I know," Elly said softly. "But some truths cause pain. Others... set you free."
That night, Eva gripped the steering wheel with trembling hands. The mountain road was icy, but her mind was elsewhere. The chest.
When she finally arrived home, darkness had fallen. She rushed inside and lit the fireplace. As the flames came to life, Eva's eyes drifted to the cabinet above.
There it was. The small wooden chest.
For a long time, she just stood and stared. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Finally, she climbed onto a chair, took down the chest, and stepped back to the floor.
Its weight was surprisingly light. But in Eva's hands, it felt like it weighed tons.
She crouched in front of the fireplace. She placed the chest in her lap. She took a deep breath.
"Okay, Grandma," she whispered. "Let's see what you left me."
She unlocked it. The lid creaked open.
The first thing she saw was an old journal. Its leather binding was worn, its pages yellowed. Eva carefully opened it and froze.
The writing... wasn't familiar. An ancient language, perhaps Latin, perhaps something else. Symbols, drawings, diagrams. She didn't understand it, but she could feel something: this was no ordinary journal.
Beneath it were old books. In the same language. Notes and marks along the page margins.
Then strange tools. A small dagger, shining like silver but much lighter. Dried herbs, crystallized liquids in small bottles. And... gerbera flowers. Dried, but still retaining their color.
Eva's hands trembled. Grandma, why did you hide these?
Then at the very bottom, she saw something wrapped in red velvet fabric.
The moment she unwrapped the fabric, the room filled with light.
Her breath caught.
In the center lay a dazzlingly radiant medallion. But it was no ordinary medallion.
It was oval-shaped, its edges covered in intricate silver engravings. Runic symbols, wolf heads, moon and star motifs... But what made it truly captivating was the crystal section in its center.
Inside... there was a liquid. Amber-colored, phosphorescent, alive. When she gently shook the medallion, the liquid stirred inside, moving as if it were living.
It emitted light. A yellowish, warm light.
Eva stared as if hypnotized. She extended her finger and slowly touched the crystal.
Suddenly, lightning flashed through her mind and images began to flow.
Burning amber eyes, glowing in the darkness.
A massive wolf, howling beneath the moonlight.
Her grandmother's face, young, tears streaming down. "I will protect you. I promise."
And then... that voice. Deep, raspy, wounded:
"I will wait for you. Rose's daughter..."
Eva screamed and jerked backward. The medallion slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, but the light didn't go out. It still glowed, as if breathing, pulsing like a heartbeat.
She couldn't understand what she had just experienced. Eva was breathless. Her heart felt like it would burst from her chest. Her hands trembled. "This can't be real. It can't be!" she murmured. She clutched her head between her palms and huddled in the corner of the chair.
But what she had seen was so vivid... Those eyes. That wolf. Her grandmother.
She could feel it. It was all real.
Eva jumped up, went to the kitchen, and with trembling hands grabbed the wine bottle from the cabinet. She didn't search for a glass. She drank straight from the bottle.
The wine burned her throat, but she didn't care. She took another gulp. Then another.
She returned to the fireplace and collapsed to the floor. She held the bottle between her knees, leaned her head back, and stared at the ceiling.
"What happened, Grandma?" Her voice cracked. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "What did you go through? Did these people... treat you this way too?"
She took another gulp from the bottle. Wine and tears mingled.
"What happened to Mom and Dad?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Why... why didn't you tell me any of this?"
And the most painful question:
"Why... did you leave? Why did you abandon me?"
These thoughts were the screams of the grief growing inside her.
Eva looked at the fireplace through her tears. The chest was still there. The medallion still glowed.
Slowly, she reached out. She picked up the medallion. This time she felt nothing. There was only that warm light, pulsing in her palm like a heartbeat.
"Did you hide this to protect me?" Eva whispered. "Or... were you trying to protect something else?"
But it didn't matter anymore. Grandma was gone. And Eva was alone.
With longing, almost desperately, she clung to the last thing remaining of her and placed the medallion around her neck.
The chain was cold, but the medallion was warm. It fell against her chest, settling just above her collarbone. It vibrated in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Eva gripped it tightly in her hand. Her tears had stopped now. Only exhaustion remained. A deep, bone-penetrating exhaustion.
She set the wine bottle aside. She curled up in the velvet chair in front of the fireplace. Her eyes closed.
"I miss you so much, Grandma," she murmured.
And she fell asleep.
About an hour later, the darkness of night had fully descended.
Eva was in a deep sleep, lying with the medallion on her chest. And then... it began.
The amber light began to pulse like a heartbeat. Like the beating of a heart.
Then faster, in a rhythm as if it were about to explode.
Suddenly, a small light spread. First it illuminated Eva's chest. Then her face. Then her entire body.
The room began to shimmer. The walls, ceiling, floor everything was covered in amber light.
The liquid inside the medallion began to spin wildly. Like a hurricane. Like a storm.
And then...
A tiny sound. A small crack appeared in the crystal. Suddenly, it spread like a spider's web.
Eva was still sleeping. She wasn't even aware.
The light grew brighter. It spilled out through the windows. The entire mountain house glowed like a lantern in the darkness.
And finally...
Silent but powerful. A shockwave radiated out from the room. Trees swayed. Snow rose from the ground. Animals fled.
The medallion blazed... And then stopped.
The light went out. The crystal had clouded over. The amber liquid inside had vanished. It was empty now.
Eva was still sleeping. Unaware of anything.
But outside...
Outside, something had changed.
That night, snow fell silently. The night was pitch black.
And then... the sound of bare feet on the veranda.
Male feet. Walking across the snow.
The feet were covered in dirt and mud. The nails were long, almost like claws. But they were human feet. Now.
The feet stepped onto the veranda. They moved forward with the creaking of wood. Slowly approaching the window.
Through the glass, Eva could be seen. She was sleeping in the chair, calm, peaceful. On her chest, the medallion now glowed faintly with a white light.
A hand reached out. Large, powerful, covered in scars. It touched the glass.
The glass fogged. Stained with warm breath.
Fingers slowly traced across the glass. As if wanting to touch. As if wanting to enter.
And then, a deep, hoarse voice whispered:
"Bound by blood, sealed by magic... Welcome, my mate. Welcome, Rose's daughter."
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
8.9
Just hours after I endured a grueling labor to give Kaelen, my fated mate and the Alpha, two beautiful twins, he walked into the infirmary.
Instead of holding our newborns, his Alpha aura pinned me to the bed as he coldly announced, "I reject you as my mate."
He claimed I reeked of another Alpha. His sister Vanessa threw a stack of photos at my face, showing me at a cafe with a broad-shouldered man. Before I could even explain, Kaelen forced a pen into my trembling hand while I was still bleeding, making me sign away my parental rights. His mother then snatched my newborn son Liam from the crib.
"Take the girl and get out of my territory," Kaelen commanded, leaving me in the freezing room with my severed mate-bond and my crying daughter.
I didn't understand how our sacred bond could be shattered by a single fake photo, or how my fated mate could be so blind and ruthless as to rip my baby from my arms.
Five years later, his precious heir is dying, and Kaelen desperately needs an alliance and a bone marrow donor. But when he finally sees me at a high-society gala, he doesn't find a broken, exiled Omega.
He finds me standing beside that very same "lover"—Dominic, the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack, my older brother. And this time, I am the one holding the blade.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
7.4
The house was a living inferno, the heat devouring the air in my lungs as I clutched my five-year-old daughter to my chest. Emily was dead weight, her skin already cooling even as the room turned into a furnace of orange and black.
Through the stinging smoke, I saw my husband, Kenney, crawling toward the door with a wet handkerchief pressed to his face. He didn't look back at the crib, and he didn't call my name; he was simply leaving us to burn.
I lunged forward and grabbed his ankle, my nightgown catching fire, but he didn't reach down to save me. He recoiled in horror at the sight of my burning hair and our dead child, kicking me back with a panicked shriek.
"Let go!" he shrieked.
I died as a massive, flaming timber snapped from the ceiling and crushed us both into silence. I couldn't believe that the man I loved would leave his family to die just to save his own skin, but the rage I felt was colder than the death that followed.
But then the burning stopped instantly, replaced by a cold so sharp it made my teeth ache. I gasped, jerking upright in my bed to find the velvet duvet cool under my palms and the nursery quiet, with Emily still breathing softly in her crib.
I had returned to the winter morning two years before the fire, the exact day Kenney finalized the deal to sell me to the King for a promotion. As Kenney stepped into the room with a practiced mask of concern, I realized I was no longer the victim of this story.
"A nightmare, my love?" he asked, reaching out to touch my shoulder.
I flinched away, my eyes burning with a hatred he couldn't yet understand. Tonight was the Winter Masquerade, the night he planned to offer me to the King as a prize, but this time, I was going to turn his social ladder into a gallows.
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival.
Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.