Alpha’s Chase : His Witch Mate

When a frost witch reaches her mating maturation she starts to experience her heat season once every year. This usually begins around their twenty fifth birthday. By then, they should be wise enough and strong enough to defend their young. A heat season lasts for about four weeks. If a witch goes through her heat season without mating she will become more powerful, but it gets harder each year. *** On this day, high within the Peaks of Snowcrest, Mystara Silvertouch wakes with the sun instead of the moon. This is one of the first signs that her heat season is upon her. She lets out a miserable moan as she rolls over to face away from the small sliver of light trying to invade its way into her cold stone room. This will be the last time she wakes up in her own bed until the end of her heat. Angrily she sits up and throws her pillow across the room knocking a stone goblet off of the table by the door, its hollow clanking echoes through the room. Mystara began her mating maturation in her twenty second year. This was a sign to her coven that she was capable of great power. Together with Mystara’s blessing they all agreed to focus on her powers and studies until her thirtieth year. It is now her twenty ninth year and her burning desire to mate will be stronger than ever before. During a frost witch’s heat season her body naturally warms up and her temperature increases. This allows for many things to happen. A frost witch is at her most vulnerable during this time, though the strength of her powers remain mostly intact her emotional state is far from under control. For a being who is not used to feeling human emotions, it can be very overwhelming. Clarity of the mind becomes hard to attain. As her body heats up, this is also the time she is physically warm enough to touch and be touched by another being without hurting them with her frost. Despite their vulnerability, they may not remain among the coven in the Peaks of Snowcrest. It is far too cold for a witch in her heat. Over the centuries they have learned to keep themselves hidden away in a small private cottage called Spring Keep. It is said, long ago a powerful frost witch mated with a wise Druid. He understood how potent a witch’s magic was during her heat and the risks of her mating with another powerful being to create an offspring. What a rare creature would be born from the joining of two awesome forces. Their own child in fact was an amazing frost witch that possessed magical qualities from both of her parents. Her name was Vaneesha and her magical blood flows through all the frost witch’s in Snowcrest. As Vaneesha’s heat approached, her parents came together and used their magic to carve a maze of tunnels in the bottom of the mountain. The correct tunnel leads to a small clearing with grass, sunlight, a fresh spring, and even a small forest. The cozy stone cabin of course is nestled safely within this witch’s paradise. Now, it is a tradition among the coven for all witches to retreat to Spring Keep during their heat. Preferably in pairs. This year Mystara will only have one sister witch with her. Luckily, it is her good friend Tellvara Diamondvine. Each and every year they have shared their heats together since Tellvara’s first season. Their second year was their first year alone together and they discovered new ways to beat the heat. Thankfully this is their last year in Springs Keep. Next year they will both be able to start mating. The thought of spending her last heat season with her friend makes Mystara shiver from head to toe. Was the shiver from the thought of having her last heat season before she can mate or was it because the room is beginning to seem a bit colder. She twirls a lock of brown hair around her finger and lets out a frustrated sigh as she decides to get out of her comfy bed. Her feet hit the cold floor and instantly her brow furrows. The shock of the cold floor gets her attention, she knows her heat is coming on quickly this time. Quicker than any other season. She gets up, puts on a simple black dress, and gathers her bags and cases to the door. There are some special herbs she wishes to experiment with this season to see if they assist in easing their heat symptoms. This is something Mystara and an expert alchemist have been working on together. Simply having the herbs and alchemy to distract herself is something better than nothing. The weeks alone in agonizing heat is enough to send any witch running out into the world to seek a mate. Just for the sheer thrill of being free from their confinement and embracing their most wild desires. If a frost witch in heat is not careful she will lose control to her desires. It has happened before. Mystara takes a deep breath, her eyes slowly closing. The thought of running wild through the trees seeking the first man she can to fill her and her s****l needs. Mmm. She is brought back to her senses by a slight knock at the door. She quickly pulls cold air into her lungs angry at her own pathetic desires already beginning to plague her. Her human feelings are creeping in like a fog and taking over faster than she can handle. She needs to get out and feels relief while opening the door for her visitor. It is her dear friend Tellvara who is equally as excited to be spending time alone with her friend. “Telly! I am so glad you are here! I do not think I could have spent another moment alone in my head. I am starting to feel as hot as fire, let us be on our way.” Mystara exclaims while placing her favorite book, herbs, and crystals into her shoulder bag. “Oh lunar goodness! Me neither! I swear I rubbed my thighs together for half a second and almost started a fire!” Telly says while squeezing her thighs together. A slight gesture that did not go unnoticed by Mystara. The young witches laugh together before taking another look around the room. Mystara is particularly fond of her quaint little room. She has been offered a larger suite next to her mother in the northern wing, but she likes it here in the tower because the moon looks the best from here. The moonlight shines into her room all night. She lets out a little sigh and turns to here friend with a pitiful smirk. “Come on Myst, you know how much the elders depend on keeping to their schedules. Especially your mother!” She reaches for Mystaras hand and the warmth of their fingers intertwined together makes both of their temperatures rise. They make their way through the fortress to the first floor dining area where a private table is prepared for a meal before their departure. At the head of the table sits Mystara’s mother, Bestara Silvertouch. She is an honored member of the Elders and is compassionate yet level headed. She excels at making thoughtfully difficult decisions that benefit all of Snowcrest. “Welcome daughters of Vaneesha, may her kiss of frost protect you. Please be seated, eat quickly for there is no time to waste.” She takes her seat at the head of the table and is accompanied by five other Elders. The seventh member of their group is away, counseling a sister coven in need many mountain tops away from here. Neither of the young witches can barely eat more than a bite. Their cold skin is beginning to long for the warm embrace of the sun or the tender embrace of a man. “Now listen to me well daughters of the coven. This is your last season in the Keep, yet it shall be your most difficult. But find the will in knowing your powers will grow, increasing the strength of our entire coven.” Bestara raises her hand signaling for a small black box with a glass lid to be brought to her. Inside the box is a necklace and a ring. The two witches look at each other and then stand up to make their way to bow in front of Bestara. “This is a rare occasion and may prove difficult. If any troubles should come your way we have gathered these rare items to aid you in completing your seasons successfully and returning home unmated.” “To my daughter, Mystara Silvertouch I give to you the Amulet of Alluring Gaze. Your illusion skills are quite impressive, even surpassing those who have trained for many years. This amulet will increase your charm on other magical creatures that may have a greater resistance. Once the amulet is placed upon you it can not be touched by another ‘living’ soul.” She places the silver chain with the large white and blue moonstone around Mystara’s neck. Another shiver courses through her at the touch of the cold jewelry and the bond of the enchanted necklace upon her. “Tellvara Diamondvine, it is your duty to protect and comfort Mystara during your seasons together. This ring has been enchanted by the elves themselves and gifted to us for our Druid ancestors love of the earth.” Bestara lovingly places the leaf shaped emerald ring onto Tellvara’s finger. The gold band magically shrinking to the perfect size. “It is called The Druids Whisper. This ring allows you to sway the wills of the flora and fauna. Its powers are interpreted by your heart’s desires and responds differently to every witch.” “Gather yourselves and follow me to the front entrance. Your belongings have been loaded onto the carriage by now.” Bestara turns with grace and elegantly leads them out into the main foyer and up a short set of stone stairs. At the top of the stairs is the entrance to the fortress. Two large wooden doors are covered with several runes and incantations that are centuries old. “Tellvara, you may go ahead. I wish to speak with my daughter. May your season end unmated!” Bestara calls out to the young blonde witch before turning her full attention back to her daughter. “What is it mother? Did you see something?” Mystara questions her mother nervously. Her silver eyes twinkle as they begin to brighten into a pale blue. It is a great power to be able to understand visions of the future. Bestara had been blessed with the gift of Seer. After she mated and gave birth to Mystara, she gained the ability to dream of what has yet to come. “I foresee you struggling through your heat season more difficultly than ever before my child. There is turbulence ahead. Whatever you do, stay within the confines of the Keep. I love you my daughter. Remember how powerful you are.” Bestara hugs her warming daughter, walks her outside, and waves goodbye as the carriage rocks back and forth down the path. There is one vision Bestara did not share.. She has chosen to leave it up to her daughter, Mystara to decide whether or not she is ready.. To meet her mate.