My Long Lost Mate

The room fell silent, and no words seemed to escape their mouths. They stared at me as if I'd spit out fire from my mouth, and I could fully understand why. Of course, if anyone found out that she was a witch, they would undoubtedly react in this manner. It was the appropriate reaction. 

After minutes of staring, Andrew finally broke the silence. 

"Witch—as in the white and black witch?" He asked, his jaw dropped in disbelief. "Isn't she just a normal human?" 

"Well... that's what I thought until today."

I didn't care about what she was, but I was worried that people wouldn't accept her. No matter what kind of witch you are, people aren't always nice to you. Even if they were kinder to white witches, people would still prefer not to be ȧssociated with any witches.

"Though it's not confirmed that Maggie was telling the truth, I doubt she would lie about this. As she said, there's no good in her lying to me." 

"Did she tell you what kind of a witch she was?" Jack asked, and I shook my head no. The room fell silent once more, all busied with our own thoughts. "After what happened with the previous Luna, do you think the pack—no, the whole werewolves kind would accept her as the Supreme Luna if she's a witch?" 

Andrew cast a sidelong glance at Jack, surprised by his bold question. While most people knew I'd finally found my partner, the Luna ceremony hadn't yet taken place, so Violet hadn't yet been named the official Supreme Luna. In order to complete the Luna ceremony—a ceremony in which a new Luna is appointed—she would need people's blessings, which could be a problem if they realized she was a witch. There was a chance that some people might object to her being the new Luna.

Werewolves aren't exactly fond of witches, and it goes way back from the time when the Great War happened. It got a lot worse after what happened to the previous Luna—I mean, my mother. Though I remember telling Violet that my mother had died of an incurable disease, it was, in fact, a curse.

A black witch cursed my mother. 

"I mean, if people got to know Violet, I'm sure they would accept her, right?" Andrew quickly chimed in, afraid that I would feel offended by Jack's question. "We can see that she's not like the rest of the witches. She's nothing but kind and sweet. Well, she's a bit stupid at times, but—" I glared at him. 

"What will you do now?" Jack asked. "You can't bring her to the White Church, right?" 

"I can't," I sighed. "Perhaps our best choice now is to trust Maggie. Violet needs to know how to control her magic, or at least know what kind of witch she is—if she is a witch at all. It's possible that she possesses an ability that she is unaware of, and that's the exact reason why Greta is after her. She needs to know whatever Greta's after and take control of it." 

"You are not leaving, are you?" Andrew quickly stood up to stop me, returning my smile with his forced one. 

"I'm going to Violet," I shoved him aside, patting his shoulder. "Good work," I waved them goodbye, dumping the rest of the work to these two gentlemen. I heard Andrew muttering a curse under his breath, while Jack only sighed as he accepted his fate. 

What's the use of having subordinates if I have to do everything myself, right?

I shut the door behind me, leaving the two grumbling men inside. Before meeting Violet, I used to spend a lot of my time working in my office. Because of the amount of time I spent there, my office felt more like my home than my actual home. The office would be the first place people would go to when they were searching for me.

But after meeting Violet, I couldn't seem to concentrate on my work when I didn't have her around. I couldn't stop myself from wondering what she was up to and where she was right now. When she was around, however, I also couldn't concentrate since my thoughts were always drawn to her. In conclusion, she clouded my mind so much that she was close to driving me insane.

I couldn't even remember how I managed to get through the days when she wasn't in my life.

That's why, if she was truly a witch and the people rejected her as the Luna, I'd never let her go. Regardless of what others might say about her, she's forever my mate, forever my Luna. There would be no other Supreme Luna if she did not receive the people's blessings, as she's the only one who could stand beside me. That will never change, no matter what happens. 

On my way to Violet, I walked past a few people who seemed to be on their way to the training ground, and they eagerly greeted me. Those few people must have been grateful for the opportunity to train with the warriors, and they were glad to meet me, who had provided them with that opportunity.

I only did that because I didn't want them to die too easily—such as being killed by the rogues—but I suppose I should accept their gratefulness. After all, the stronger they are, the stronger our pack. 

I looked up at the sky, seeing how the snow continued to fall. Though the cold has never bothered me, I'm worried that it will bother Violet. I noticed that she was not very good at dealing with the cold. I should ask the servants to bring extra logs to our room. 

I guessed that Violet would be in our room, so I went there to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen when I arrived. Where could she be if not here? Ah, wait. Perhaps she's still in the Luna room. I purposely dropped her off in my room last night to let her know that I wanted her to use my room from now on, but she must have missed the message. Silly rabbit. 

I walked over to the room next to mine, cautiously opening the door to avoid startling the little rabbit inside. Her intoxicating scent hit my nose as soon as I walked into the room, and as if on cue, a smile came to my face. 

She had her back towards me as she sat on the sofa, yearning for the warmth of the fireplace in front of her. I called for her, but there was no response. She was asleep. 

I walked closer to her, sitting right beside her. Her head was tilted to the side, leaning to the sofa for support. I shoved her brown hair that was sprawled across her face aside, tucking them behind her ear. Her long lashes dusted on the upper part of her cheeks, while her rosy lips were slightly apart as she breathes in the air. She had a thick blanket covering her petite body, with an open book left unattended on her hands. Curious, I took the book from her hands. 

Loving the Crazy Lord—was the name of the book. It was a romance novel. 

I suppressed a snort, wondering where she acquired this book. I had no idea a book like this existed in my library. What was she trying to learn by reading this book, I wonder? Strangely, I felt a little connection to the title.

Maybe I should look into what she was reading. I chose to read from the page she'd left, which happened to be page 90 of the 200-page book. Given that she was almost halfway through the book, it appeared that she was quite engrossed in it.

"L-Lord Ansel! H-how come you're here?"  said a woman called Melissa, her eyes wide in surprise as she saw Lord Ansel sitting on her bed. 

"Where did you go?" asked Ansel. It appeared that he'd just caught the woman sneaking out of his manor in the middle of the night, going to an unknown rendezvous. He was furious. 

Mellisa fiddled with her fingers, dares not to look at the man. She was well aware that things would be disastrous if he caught her sneaking out of the manor to see another man, but she didn't care. The man she loved was Marco, the huntsman—and not this crazy lord. 

"Did you go meet him, Melissa?" Ansel ambled to Melissa, his strides long and heavy. "What did I say about meeting that man, hmm? I told you that I would punish you if I caught you meeting that man again, no?" 

Melissa avoided his striking gaze, having no way to escape as Ansel had rested both of his hands beside her head, trapping her between him and the wall behind her. 

"Punish me all you want! I'll never leave him for you. You can't force me from not meeting the man I love!" Melissa spitted out the fire inside of her, oblivious to the fact that she couldn't fight fire with fire. 

"Why can't I? I did force you to live here, didn't I?" Ansel smirked, his fingers reaching out to raise her chin towards him. His thumb then went to her lips, ċȧrėssing them, "Did you kiss him with these lips?" 

"I did, and I will continue to do—hmph!" Ansel silenced Melissa with his lips, not caring about her resistance. Despite her attempts to push him away, he didn't budge and only continued to kiss her aggressively, as if trying to swallow her with his lips. 

They kissed until both were breathless, lips swollen. 

"I don't care about that filthy huntsman. You're mine, Melissa. Don't you dare—"

"Luke!!" Violet woke up and snatched the book away from my hands, her cheeks as red as a tomato as she did so.