ALPHA'S WITCH (Midnight Oath)
Content: (Warning! + 18 Sexual elements, Alpha Wolf, Witch, Cursed Love, Small Town, Young Wolf, War, Age Gap, Passion, Consensual Fantasy, Psychological Elements, Strong Female Lead, Drama, Romance)
Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
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Chapter 2
When I arrived at the mountain house, my anger melted away instantly.
The magical place I remembered from my childhood... but it had aged over the years.
The key was still in the same place: under the flowerpot in front of the window. I pushed open the heavy wooden door with trembling hands. The silence of years crashed down on me.
"Grandma," I called out to the empty house. "You really left me an old, dusty mountain cabin. How did you expect me to celebrate Christmas here?"
It looked daunting, but I had to start somewhere. I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.
I swept and wiped for hours. My hands ached, and my back was killing me. But the house was slowly beginning to remember itself.
By the time I finished, the sun was just beginning to set behind the mountains. I remembered I needed to bring in the kitchen supplies.
It took three trips to bring everything inside. As I set down the last box, my phone rang. Maya.
"Eva! Oh God, you finally picked up! Are you okay?"
I flopped onto the old velvet couch. "I'm still standing. Haven't collapsed yet."
But she was worried. "Don't put on an act. How are you really?"
I was about to put on my mask. Then I thought about my loneliness and everything I had been through this week. I chose to be honest.
"Ugh, fine... This place is a madhouse, Maya. The people here have genuinely lost their minds. They refused to sell me food. I had to drive to a town an hour away."
"What? Eva, that's insane! If they're treating you like that, why are you still there?"
"I made a promise to my grandmother," I said, my voice softening. "I'm spending Christmas here."
There was a brief silence. Maya didn't want to upset me, but she was worried about me being there.
"Eva... you gave her a beautiful funeral. Don't you think you've done enough? You can come home. You can even come to me. You don't have to torture yourself in those freezing mountains."
I closed my eyes. My grandmother's wise, loving gaze came to mind. In that moment, everything made sense.
"She wanted to spend her last Christmas here. Especially here, with me. I made her a promise, Maya. It will be good for both of us. I'll rest for a few weeks, then I'll come back."
"Alright," Maya said helplessly. "But Eva, please don't forget your vitamins. You hate the cold. I'm worried you're going to get sick."
I laughed. "If you keep talking like this, I'll freeze stiff on this couch. I need to get firewood. I need to light the fireplace."
"Okay, okay! I'll let you have your alone time, but show signs of life every now and then."
"Deal. Talk later, Maya."
I hung up quickly.
I put my coat on and went outside. The sun had nearly disappeared. The woodshed was about twenty meters from the house.
I opened its creaky door and grabbed an armful of firewood. I loaded my arms so full I could barely see in front of me.
I started walking toward the house. My ash-blonde hair was whipping in the wind. Since I couldn't see ahead, I turned my head sideways as I walked.
And then I saw it.
At first I thought it was an illusion. But it was there.
At the entrance to the forest path... about ten meters away... stood a massive wolf.
A wolf? It was far too large for a wolf. It was literally the size of a bear. Its reddish-brown fur gleamed in the fading daylight. But what truly froze me were those eyes.
Burning amber eyes. So different from any wild animal. Intelligent. Aware. Staring straight into my eyes with a piercing gaze.
I flinched at the image that suddenly flared to life in my mind. These were the eyes I had seen in my dreams since childhood. Those familiar, warm, longing eyes. As the years passed and I grew older, those dreams had transformed into darker, more passionate fantasies. A muscular, attractive man.
Now, how could a wolf have those eyes? God, I thought my brain was playing tricks on me.
When I stepped back in fear, my foot slipped on the ice.
The firewood in my arms scattered onto the snow with a crash. I fell flat on my back. My breath was knocked out of me.
I pulled myself together. When I turned my head in that direction, it was gone.
I rubbed my eyes. I looked again. The path was completely empty. There were only trees, snow, and silence.
"What is happening..." I whispered, trembling.
I couldn't stay out there any longer. I jumped to my feet, grabbed a long piece of firewood to protect myself, and frantically scanned my surroundings. Nothing. No tracks, no shadow, no movement.
Did I imagine it? Is this PTSD? Or am I losing my mind?
I quickly gathered the scattered firewood, glancing over my shoulder every second. Then I ran for the house.
The moment I stepped inside, I slammed the door shut and locked it.
I lit the fireplace with shaking hands. Once the fire finally caught, I calmed down a little in its warmth. Sometimes people who have experienced psychological trauma can have hallucinations. Maybe that was what had just happened.
I hadn't had coffee in days. As a caffeine addict, I hadn't even thought about it during the grieving process. I went to the kitchen and made a strong, dark cup of coffee. I sat down on the floor in front of the fire and began to sip it in the silence.
Then the wolf came back to my mind.
"Even if it was real... it's just a wolf. A very large wolf. Perfectly normal for the mountains... right?"
I had experienced quite enough action for one day. I just wanted to rest. But the universe chose to surprise me again.
Suddenly, there was a clicking sound at the door.
I nearly spilled my coffee in fright. Who would be knocking on my door at this hour? On top of a mountain? In the middle of nowhere?
The worst-case scenarios immediately began spinning through my mind. The townspeople? Or had that giant wolf learned to knock?
I rose to my feet, heart pounding. I went to the window and looked outside through the frosted glass.
On the veranda stood a young woman about my age. Her curly red hair was braided in two plaits, she had freckles on her cheeks, and her face wore a warm, reassuring smile.
Cautiously, I opened the door a crack.
"Yes... how can I help you?"
Her smile widened. "Hi! I'm Eleanor!"
I just stared for a moment. Then she laughed. "Oh, sorry! You don't remember me. I'm Elly!"
I frowned. My brain was running slowly from exhaustion. Then a memory materialized before my eyes. A girl with mud all over her face, laughing, gap-toothed, hair a mess. We used to play together as children.
"Elly?!" I exclaimed in shock. "I can't believe it! Mud-pie Elly?!"
"That's me!" she squealed with delight.
I threw the door wide open and hugged her.
"Welcome back!" she said, her eyes shining. "I heard you'd returned to town. I figured you might be missing a few things your first night, so I came to see you right away. I thought I might be able to help."
This was genuinely the best thing that had happened to me today. A familiar face. A face that still cared for me.
"Come in!" I said. "It's absolutely freezing out there."
She smiled and stepped right inside. She walked toward the warm glow of the fire, rubbing her hands together. Then she looked at me with a tender expression in her eyes.
"I still can't believe you're here," she said.
I was so excited. "Me neither. I'm so glad to see you right now."
In this cursed little town, I had finally found something that would let me breathe a little...
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9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
7.2
The Royal Pack’s glowing moonstone token rested in my palm.
Before I could even process the miracle of my rebirth, my half-sister Alyssa snatched it right out of my hand.
"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.
My family easily caved to her whining. They forced me to take her place and marry Alpha Kaelen, a man they called an insane, crippled monster with three feral adopted sons. They laughed, expecting his beast to tear me apart before the honeymoon was over.
Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.
In my previous life, that exact token had made me the Alpha King’s Luna. But I was just a convenient, disposable meat shield for his true human mate. I died agonizingly, choking on poison meant for her, while the King didn't even blink.
I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.
But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.
I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.
I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.
I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.
8.0
After divorcing my cheating husband, I thought I had found my savior in his powerful business partner, Cole.
For three years, he pampered me like a queen, building a perfect, golden cage of devotion.
But on the day I happily discovered I was pregnant, I overheard him talking to my ex-husband's mistress.
"Elinor is just a convenient tool. If she gets pregnant, I'll fake a paternity test and annul the marriage so she leaves with nothing."
My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie to secure his position and protect the woman he truly cared about.
Before I could quietly escape, Cole orchestrated a brutal attack.
I was dragged into a dark alley, beaten until my ribs fractured, and my unborn child was violently ripped away from me.
As I lay bleeding out in the freezing rain, my heart shattered into dust.
I didn't understand how the man who kissed me every morning could coldly order his thugs to beat me to death just to appease his real lover.
They left me there to rot, thinking they had finally erased the naive fool who got in their way.
Three years later, the world still believes Elinor Marsh died in a tragic car accident.
But when Cole and his elite circle attend a high-profile Interpol reception, they don't expect the new Chief Liaison Officer to step onto the stage.
I am Helena Fu now, and I have returned to burn their empire to the ground.
8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.