Ever since our cup of coffee in the mall, Noah had been walking on clouds. He totally felt this ‘fake mating ritual’ that my coven would supposedly do.
In a witch coven,
There are no mates.
Heck,
There aren’t even partners.
It’s every witch for it’s own.
It was just something the council made up in their poisoned, evil plan. They would put spells on the property where we would go, to make us both as fertile as possible, which would make me pregnant for 100% when I would step out of there. A back-up plan, in case I would not already be pregnant by then. Thinking about it made me sick to my stomach.
We were driving towards the house of the Alpha and the Luna. I had to say, I was pretty nervous doing this. I did save the Luna with my magic, but I could tell the Alpha was not too
