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 3
That evening, the crackling of the fireplace filled the silence between us.
"I still can't believe you're here," Elly said softly.
I pulled my grandmother's old crocheted blanket tighter around my shoulders and let out a long breath. The weight I had been carrying since the funeral suddenly felt like something I could share. I had to stay strong against the townspeople all day. But here, with Elly, I could finally let my guard down.
"I'm barely holding on, Elly," I whispered. My voice trembled. "I keep telling myself I'm fine. That I can do this. That I'm keeping her memory alive. But the truth is... I'm scared. She was the only person I had. Now she's gone, and I'm in this place where everyone looks at me like I'm cursed. Like I'm carrying death with me wherever I go."
Elly moved closer and wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "You're not cursed, Eva. You're brave. You came back here knowing exactly what kind of welcome you would get. That takes real courage."
I laughed bitterly and wiped my tears. "Courage or stupidity? I'm not sure which."
"Courage," she insisted. "Definitely courage."
A deep laugh burst out of me. "You know what? I think I'm genuinely losing my mind."
"Why?"
"Ever since childhood, I've been dreaming of a man with eyes like flames. And just now, I compared a wolf's eyes to his."
Elly's expression changed instantly. "What do you mean?"
I took a sip of my coffee. "Right before you arrived, I was getting firewood from the woodshed. And I swear, Elly... I saw something. A wolf. But not a normal wolf. This thing was enormous. The size of a bear. Reddish-brown fur. And those eyes..."
I paused, remembering that gaze. "Its eyes were just like the man in my dreams. Glowing. Amber-colored. It just stood there, looking at me. Then it vanished."
The moment the words left my mouth, Elly's face went pale. She set down her glass with trembling hands and reached for me. She grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it aside, exposing my collarbone and upper chest. She touched my skin gently, as if searching for something beneath it.
"Hey! What are you doing, Elly?" I cried out, pulling back.
Her shoulders dropped with a relieved look. She let go of my sweater and sat back on her heels. "Sorry. I apologize," she said quickly. "I just... needed to check something."
I was frozen. "Check what exactly?"
She bit her lip. "Do you have a fever? High fever can cause hallucinations. I was checking your temperature."
I laughed. "Elly, I'm a nurse. I would know if I had a fever high enough to cause hallucinations. Also, wouldn't checking my forehead be more effective than looking at my chest?"
She smiled. "You're right. Of course. That was silly of me." She looked away.
But I saw it clearly now. The lingering fear in her eyes. The tension in her shoulders. She was afraid of something. And it was connected to what I had just told her.
Then she turned to me with forced cheerfulness. "Hey! Let's play a game. How about scary story time? I'll start."
I shook my head. "Seriously? Aren't we a bit too old for that?"
"Come on," she insisted. "It'll be fun. Besides, you're in a creepy mountain cabin in the middle of winter. Perfect setting."
I sighed dramatically and sank deeper into the couch. "Fine. But if I have nightmares, I'm blaming you."
Elly's expression turned serious. "They say that long ago, blood-drinking demons lived in this valley. Not metaphorical demons. Real ones. They hypnotized people. Enslaved them. Tortured and killed them for sport. The demons built their kingdom on human suffering."
Despite my sarcasm, the story caught my attention. "Go on."
"The witches were an ancient bloodline with sacred magic. But they could not defeat the demons alone. So they created something new. Something powerful enough to protect both themselves and humanity. They merged three ancient forces: the power of a demon, the body of a wolf, and a witch who gave herself willingly to complete the transformation."
I could not help myself. "Let me guess. Like every story like this, there's a foolish girl who sacrifices herself for some man."
Elly shot me a look that clearly said shut up. But I just shrugged.
"What? Why is there always a woman throwing herself into danger to keep some man or Frankenstein creature alive? That's basically sexism."
Elly rolled her eyes but kept going. "The Börü lineage was born. The wolf clan. Every wolf was bound to a witch woman. They were connected by both a curse and a love powerful enough to transcend death. Together, they overthrew the demons. Humanity was saved. The witches became the mates of the wolves. The wolves became the protectors of all."
She paused. Her voice dropped to nearly a whisper. "But then... the woman of one of the wolves betrayed him."
Now she had my full attention. "Really? I wasn't expecting a Lilith to come out of this story. What did they do? Shun her? Burn her at the stake? They definitely punished her. How progressive for enlightened supernatural beings."
"Eva, please," Elly said seriously. "The wolf's woman fell in love with a human man. But she was deceived. The man she loved was a hunter. She betrayed her own kind for him. She broke the ancient magic that bound the witches and wolves together. The midnight seal. The one that gave the wolves their immortal forms and their ability to shift. It shattered. The wolves became trapped in their immortal wolf bodies. Unable to die. Unable to truly live. The witches were scorned by humanity because of this betrayal."
"And the man she loved? The hunter? What did he do?"
Elly's voice grew darker. "The hunter... after getting what he wanted, he and his hunter lineage began systematically destroying the witch bloodline. They slaughtered them. Hunted them down one by one. They also killed the ordinary people who supported the witches and wolves. Their goal was never love. It was only power."
A chill that had nothing to do with the cold crept through me. An inexplicable sorrow settled over my heart. Something in this story was wounding me in a way I could not understand.
I looked at Elly. "You didn't tell me this story just for fun, did you?"
She swallowed hard and nodded.
"Rose's daughter," I said slowly as the pieces fell into place. "That's why they call me Rose's daughter with such hatred. Because of some ridiculous old legend?"
Elly reached out and took my hand. "Eva, listen to me. People can be shallow, narrow-minded, and cruel. But legends... don't always lie. Promise me one thing. If you ever see anything that could prove this story is real, you'll come to me and ask for help."
I studied her face. She was smiling, but beneath it I could see genuine fear and worry.
"Alright. I promise. But tell me one thing. Where do you fit into this story?"
"I'm a guardian," she said simply. "My family has always been guardians. We protect the ancient bloodlines. Both the wolves and the witches. We believe in the balance. The peace. The harmony they bring. We remember their sacrifice."
I wanted to dismiss all of it as small town superstition. But looking at Elly's sincere face, I noticed something important. She believed it. Completely. And whether the legend was real or not, I trusted her.
"I'm glad you're here, Elly. Even if you're a little crazy, it's wonderful to have you beside me."
The tension on her face dissolved into laughter. "Same goes for you, Eva Rose!"
An hour later, Elly's rear lights disappeared down the mountain road. I was alone again with the crackling fire and my tangled thoughts.
I poured a glass of my grandmother's homemade wine. I had discovered the stash in the pantry while cleaning. I took my glass and settled into the velvet armchair by the fireplace.
I closed my eyes and let the memories wash over me. My grandmother always had a Turkish song she used to sing. She would hum it while hanging ornaments on the Christmas tree. While her worn hands braided my hair. Her voice was always filled with love and longing.
I never knew what the words meant. But I had learned the sounds. The melody. It was hauntingly beautiful. Sorrowful and passionate at the same time.
Now, with the wine warming my blood and the firelight casting dancing shadows on the walls, I found myself humming those same words.
"Yar elinden ölüm, olacak benim sonum. Sonu yok bu, Aşk-ı kıyamet..."
Death by the hand of my beloved shall be my end. This love has no end. A love of apocalyptic ruin.
My voice faded into the quiet crackling of the fire. The wine weighed down my limbs and my eyelids. I did not even try to move to the bedroom. The velvet armchair was comfortable. The fire was warm. I was exhausted.
I fell asleep.
But outside, hidden in the pitch black of the winter night, a pair of amber eyes watched the house.
Eyes that carried centuries of pain. Centuries of longing. And perhaps even love.
The wolf had heard every word of that song.
And deep within his cursed form, something ancient and powerful stirred.
The midnight seal had begun to wake...
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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.