His Witchy Mate

I froze as the door creaked open, and there stood Lucian, his wry smile sending a jolt of surprise through me. My heart raced, and I silently thanked the stars that the witch’s spell book was nowhere in sight. I managed to force a smile, meeting his gaze as he approached.

“I knew you would be here,” he said with that teasing smirk that always made my heart flutter.

I nodded, my nerves making my voice catch slightly. His concern was palpable as his fingers brushed my cheek, and his next words only heightened my unease.

“Your eyes are puffy. Have you been crying?” His voice held a touch of alarm, and his frown deepened as he studied me intently. “Before I ask what you are doing in the library again, I should inquire about your condition first. What is wrong, Alicia? You seem unwell.”

I smiled weakly, hoping to distract him from probing further. But before I could even form a coherent response, tears welled up in my eyes, surprising even me. Lucian’s alarmed expression only intensified as my emotions spilled over, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

As his fingers gently lifted my chin, I was too overwhelmed to stop him. His lips crashed onto mine in a desperate kiss, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. But the kiss was a whirlwind of sensations, and I pulled away to catch my breath, my cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and yearning.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, the scene shifted drastically. His touch ignited a fire within me, and my thoughts turned into an intense, passionate dream that I never thought I’d have the audacity to imagine. It was as if the desire I had suppressed came roaring to life, and I found myself lost in a haze of sensations, consumed by the excitement. of the moment.

Yet, just as the dream reached its height, an alarm clock jarred me back to reality. I gasped, my heart pounding, and I blinked rapidly to adjust to the abrupt shift. Embarrassment flooded through me as I realized the nature of the dream that had felt so achingly real.

With a blush staining my cheeks, I checked the time on my phone and remembered my duties. It was almost noon, and I needed to prepare Lucian’s lunch. I yawned as I got up from bed, my mind still clouded by the remnants of the dream.

While I cooked, a renewed sense of purpose flooded me. I needed to do something about the mess I had unknowingly created with the spell. As I moved around the kitchen, my thoughts drifted back to Ena and the possibility of a reversal spell. I couldn’t let this situation linger any longer-I had to find a solution and bring an end to this tangled web of complications.

~ Bryan ~

Tossing and turning on my bed, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over me. It was as if something essential was missing from my life, leaving me incomplete and restless. I gazed up at the ceiling, the dim light from outside casting faint shadows on the walls, as I ransacked my mind for a reason behind this persistent emptiness.

Frustration etched lines on my forehead as I grappled with the unsettling sensation. I tried to pinpoint the root cause of this unrest, analyzing recent events and emotions. Yet, no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t arrive at a satisfactory explanation for the void that seemed to be gnawing at me from within.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I rolled onto my side, my thoughts still a chaotic jumble. I wasn’t accustomed to feeling so off-kilter, and the unfamiliarity of it all only added to my frustration. It was as if a puzzle piece had gone missing, leaving the bigger picture incomplete and fragmented.

I furrowed my brows, my mind now spiraling into introspection. Was there something I had neglected, someone I had overlooked? The nagging feeling persisted, taunting me with its ambiguity. It was a restlessness that I couldn’t easily dismiss, a sensation that demanded attention.

With a determined sigh, I decided that perhaps seeking some medical advice would be the best course of action. If there was a physical explanation for this turmoil, then I needed to address it before it consumed me entirely. I made a mental note to consult the palace’s medical team at the earliest opportunity, hoping that their expertise would shed light on the source of my disquiet.

As I closed my eyes, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that this was far from a mere physical ailment. There was something deeper, something intangible that I needed to uncover. With that thought in mind, I drifted into a restless sleep, hoping that some answers would come to light in the depths of my dreams.

~ Ena ~

As I gradually opened my eyes, I felt the weight of exhaustion and confusion clinging to me. The room’s serene colors greeted my vision, and though I wasn’t a fan of such dull shades, the intricate patterns on the walls managed to capture my fleeting attention. My head throbbed with pain, and I winced, clutching at my temples in an attempt to soothe the ache. I felt like a puzzle with missing pieces, incomplete and vulnerable.

Amnesia-such an unsettling concept. How could my memories betray me like this? I had a husband, a Lycan, and I couldn’t recall a single moment we had shared. It was as if a part of me had been ripped away, leaving me with an unbearable void.

Frustration clawed at me as I tried to remember the events leading up to my amnesia. Who was the woman I had seen, the one who seemed to elicit discomfort? The doctor’s introduction still echoed in my mind-there was mention of a husband, the Lycan, and her-the enigmatic woman who stirred something within me.

I squinted, my mind’s eye straining to form an image of her. But my efforts were in vain. That face remained shrouded in mystery, a blank canvas refusing to yield any details. My thoughts spun in circles, as if trying to reconstruct a shattered mirror to reveal the reflections within.

A knock broke through my contemplation, followed by the creak of the door. And there she was-Alicia, the woman who had been a constant in my fragmented thoughts. A smile curved her lips, but I couldn’t muster a reciprocal one. There was a tension that lingered, an unspoken exchange of cold stares and distant emotions.

“Didn’t know you were awake,” Alicia’s voice was gentle, but something in her expression seemed guarded.

“Hungry?” she asked, her question accompanied by a curious glint in her eyes.

My stomach rumbled, confirming her inquiry. “Yes, please. I’m starving,” I replied, the yawn that followed punctuating my hunger.

Alicia’s words, spoken with a sigh and a shrug, roused my suspicion. It was as if there was more beneath the surface-unspoken sentiments that lay between us. Her words held a cryptic meaning that I struggled to decipher.

“How well do you know me?” I asked, my voice laced with skepticism. I arched an eyebrow, my gaze intent as I tried to read the emotions in her eyes.

“More than you know about yourself right now,” Alicia’s response held an undertone of challenge, her stare icy and determined.

The air around us seemed to crackle with tension, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she held the answers I sought or if she was merely another puzzle piece in this intricate web of forgotten memories.