His Witchy Mate

A mischievous glint appeared in my eyes as an idea formed in my mind. A punishment for Alicia that could also serve as an opportunity for me to spend time with her. He chuckled softly to himself, intrigued by the notion. Perhaps this could be a way to break through the barriers between them, even if just a little.

With my plan in mind, I entered my room, ready to set things in motion.

~ Alicia ~Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The morning sunlight filtered through my window, casting a warm glow across my room. I groggily shifted in my bed, pulling the sheets over my head to shield myeyes from the brightness. A sudden realization jolted me awake – I had overslept. With a gasp, I sat up in bed, my heart racing. Lately, my routine seemed to be slipping away from my control.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and hurriedly stood up. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I winced at my disheveled hair and tired eyes. I quickly tied my hair into a messy bun and donned an apron and bonnet to prepare breakfast for Lucian. The memory of the previous incident weighed on me, and I was determined not to repeat the mistake.

After finishing the meal, I carefully placed it on a tray and made my way to the Library. I cast cautious glances down the corridor, ensuring that no one was around to witness my entrance. With a sigh of relief, I gently pushed open the Library door and slipped inside. The familiar scent of old books enveloped me as I set the tray down and walked over to where I had left the spell book.

My fingers brushed over the pages as I searched for a reversal spell. My heart pounded in my chest as I scanned through the text, hoping to find a solution to the mess I had unintentionally created. The words on the pages danced before my eyes, each offering a piece of ancient knowledge that I struggled to understand fully. I had to proceed carefully; the magic within the book was potent, and I didn’t want to cause more harm than good.

As I delved deeper into the book’s contents, my determination grew stronger. I knew that reversing the effects of my spell would be no easy task, but I was willing to put in the effort. With each turn of the page, I hoped to find the answer that would set things right, not only for Ena but for myself as well.

~ Lucian ~

I lounged in my room, a tired yawn escaping my lips. I was feeling strangely preoccupied, and as I pondered over my thoughts, Ena’s image surfaced in my mind. Guilt gnawed at me for not having her on my mind throughout the day, even when she was indisposed. A sigh escaped my lips, and I pushed myself to my feet. I reached for my jacket, shrugging it on with a sense of purpose.

My appetite satisfied from the meal, I couldn’t help but smile at the familiar taste of Alicia’s cooking. Her cooking skills had worked their way into his preferences, so much so that I could almost instantly recognize her touch in the flavors. She had unknowingly become a constant presence in my life, even through the simplest of things like food.

As I walked through the Palace corridors towards the Medical section, I felt a mix of emotions. Ena’s state occupied my mind, but there was also an underlying sense of guilt for allowing thoughts to wander away from her. I entered the Medical section, my eyes falling on Ena’s sedated form. She seemed to be resting more peacefully than before, her features relaxed.

I approached her bed, my gaze lingering on her sleeping figure. I found myself wishing, almost against my own will, that she would remain in this calm state. A flicker of guilt and self-reproach followed the thought, as I shook my head vigorously, trying to dispel such a dark idea. I couldn’t fathom where such thoughts were coming from – a testament to how complex emotions could become, especially when love was involved.

~ Alicia ~

I flipped through the pages of the book with growing unease, my heart pounding against my chest. The absence of a reversal spell left a gnawing feeling of panic within me. What if I couldn’t undo the spell I had cast? The weight of the consequences pressed down on me, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. My mind raced through various scenarios, each one more dire than the last.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the words on the pages. I wiped them away impatiently, determined to find a solution. My fingers fumbled as I scanned the titles of the books on the shelf, my desperation growing with each empty search. It was as if my hopes were dwindling, and I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t escape.

The reality of my situation crashed down on me, and I let out a frustrated sob. Ena, despite all her faults, had unknowingly led me into this predicament. My anger mixed with fear as I considered the consequences of my actions. I cursed myself for not being more careful and for underestimating the power of the spells in the book.

I returned to my seat, my mind racing with thoughts of who I could turn to for help. Mia, my best friend and fellow witch, was the first person who came to mind. She might have some answers or at least guide me in the right direction. I took a shaky breath, realizing the danger of my situation. Casting a spell on the Lycan’s mate was beyond reckless, and the palace’s strict rules about magic only added to my worries.

I shuddered at the thought of the potential consequences. If my actions were discovered, there was no doubt that severe punishment would follow. My hands trembled as I reached for my communication crystal to call Mia. With every passing moment, I felt the weight of the situation bear down on me, and the urgency to find a solution became overwhelming. Ena’s unfortunate timing and my impulsive experimentation had led me to this crossroads, and I could only hope that Mia would be able to help me navigate my way out of this mess.