His Slave, His Mate

Secrets revealed

I woke up on the bed, under the covers… naked…in the room Damien put me in.

Shit…

What happened last night was a little blurry. I remember the whole thing with Damien. How made a deal and all of the pack s**t.

FUCK, my head hurts. It usually happens after I bottle up to much.

FUCK, I lost control. Now I remember running out of the shower... and the back yeard.

But how the f**k did I end up here?

Damien probably carried me here.

Shit.

Now he knows of my power.

I sat up looking around, when I spotted a pair of black pants and a plain black t-shirt, left for me... I guess.

At least I will have something to wear other than the leather dress. No matter how hot it looks, it isn't... very practical?

I climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I stopped in front of the mirror, afraid to look at myself.

My previous charms probably faded off yesterday, when I lost control and blacked out. So now my true coloring is showing.

I took a deep breath and looked up and, as I guessed, my green hair was out. My eyes shined brighter purple than before.

FUCK!

So Damien now knows the truth that only my parents and my grandpa knew, for sure.

I was a fire witch. The most dangerous type there is.

All witches can conjure fire, but fire for me… it was natural and I could perform spells that most of them couldn’t think of. My power is limitless if I have had the training for it.

Well, okay, not limitless, but it was more, a lot more than most had.

And mixing that with werewolves, well, there is a reason why most covenants send mercenaries to kill people like me.

A fire witch is wild and uncontrollable on its own. That is the reason why there are so few of them left alive. They are reckless and rarely think about their actions, so this leads to deaths, a lot of deaths. Deaths of people that have nothing to do with it and that is why most covenants kill any baby that shows signs of fire magic in them.

There is also some bullshit profecy they believe in. I think it says that a fire which will be the fall of all species or something like that.

But mixing it with my werewolf temper…

Well, let's say I’m a hazard on a good day.

I washed my face, did my morning business and went to get dressed.

There is no point in pretending that he doesn’t know what I am, but my question now is what will he do with this knowledge?

Will he sell me out to the covenants, to be killed, will he send me back to the pack or will he keep quiet?

I sighted and walked out of the room, taking one step at a time, I was getting a stronger hold on my emotions until I was fully calm and in control.

I took strong, sure steps into the kitchen. Feeling ready to face a covenant or a pack of wolves… and maybe even the Devil himself.

He was by the stove cooking when I walked in. He looked normal and calm. I looked around and there doesn't seem to be a pack of wolves or mad witches ready to fight.

Okay, this is a good sign, right?

I made my way to him.

He lifted his gaze to meet mine the moment I stepped close to him.

“And how is my little half breed feeling today?”

“You know you can just call me by my name? It’s considered rude by most people, what you have been calling me.”

“ If I knew that it bothered you, it would, but I also know that it doesn’t really bother you. So who cares?”

I released a frustrated sight and poured myself a cup of coffee. I took a deep breath and decided to rip the bandage off in one pull.

“So I guess you saw me last night?”

He looked over his shoulder at me.

“Do you mean you exploding into a ball of fire? Yes I did… and I would say it was hot as fuck.. literally... and metaphorically.”

I swallowed hard.

“So… are you going to report me?”

“And why would I do that?”

“Well, because it’s the law? Fire witches are outlawed and werewolf witch hybrids also are.”

He chuckled.

“And what gave you the idea that I care about, what the laws say?”

I stayed quite, looking at him, still not sure what his intentions were.

“Look, Lilly, the laws are because the covenants and werewolves know that if either would be legal, they couldn’t stay in control. Fire witches never belonged to one covenant because they scare the weaker witches. They weren’t best at following the rules also. Werewolf packs are ruled either by complete devotion or fear, but most of the time there is both. That is why they never let their own mix, because as you just showed all of them, they can’t control you. Your wolf would love to kneel before the alpha, but your witch side couldn't care less. So your existence scares the f**k out of both parties, especially if it is mixed together."

I stared at him with shock.

I never expected something like this from him.

“So don’t worry about me reporting you. I have no use for that. You, my little halfbreed, have power that is useful to me. So you can relax and enjoy your time here.”

I looked at him with one of my brows lifted. I still didn’t trust him, but what he said made sense.

“Fine… let’s say I trust you.”

He released a low, deep-chested laugh as he filled a single plait with pancakes.

“Okay, why don’t you eat and I will walk you through the next couple of weeks.”

He motioned for me to sit at the island counter as he poured himself a cup of coffee, but I saw him add something to it… and I wasn’t sure if it was blood or alcohol.

“It’s whisky.”

I looked at him a bit shocked. f**k, can he read minds?

My confused look must have been hilarious to him, because he started laughing.

“And if you are wondering, I can read minds, but only from the one I feed from. It’s a nasty side effect.”

I rolled my eyes at his little comment, then I guess he is just good at reading people. Well, I guess it comes with the thing of being thousands of years old.

“And I’m not planning to feed on you... for now, atleast. Your power is too raw and you will probably burn me the moment my teeth pierce your skin.”

Now I was the one chuckling, because it was probably true. I was fully untrained, the few things I knew were self-taught by practice. And if last night was any sort of sign, my power was dangerous."

“So we will start your training after you eat and a witch will come to seal our deal, like you asked for.”

I ate and nodded at the same time.

And f**k, he was a great cook.

“Then we will have some basic combat training. The first meeting that I want you to sit in is in two weeks and you have to be ready by then. To everyone else, you will be just my PA. A helpless little girl I saved and probably f****d behind closed doors, but in reality you will be my secret weapon.”

I expected as much when he found out about my witch side.

Now that I finished eating I could replace my charm spell on my hair.

“Okay, sounds good. Do you want to say something more or can I fix my outlook, to hide my secret identity, before someone rats me out?”

He chuckled.

“No, that's it, but would you mind telling me how you managed to do it, when you had no training?”

“Well… my mother gave me a piece of paper around the age of eight, I think. She used to die my hair, but the natural color would eat away the die too fast when I got older and my powers got stronger. So one morning she left s a piece of paper with instructions on how to hide my hair. I tried to change my eye color, but that almost sent me to the healers.”

He looked at me and started to laugh.

“So you know how much power you carry? Most witches can never do something as difficult as changing their appearance, but here you go, eight years old and doing s**t like that… to think what could you achieve if they weren’t so scared of your power… how much stronger could you get…”

His eyes changed for a moment, they were no longer laughing light colors, but a deep shade of red. He shook it off after few moments.

“Okay, you can play with spells, but I would suggest doing it outside or in the reinforced cellar, because I don’t want my house to burn down.”

I rolled my eyes and walked outside.