Page 169 of The Alpha and His Song: Volume One

Tatum butted my leg, so I didn’t mention the weird haze that surrounded the Witch when she called the brother adopted. It felt very mature to not shout, “HA HA! You got taken in by magic and you claim to be a Witch., crazy lady.”

Valdoma continued since I said none of that, “He’s detained. That was not my plan for him. Men. I never should’ve trusted them with my lineage. I could get him out, but the problem lies in that I like being bad. I like doing bad things, and I’m good at it. Patrick would never agree with my way of life. They pay me, so I help them. Not unlike your mother. They don’t have the same goals though.”

I asked, “What are you talking about?” Valdoma waved her hand, “That’s not for you to figure out. It’s just nice talking through this with someone to explain myself.” I snorted “You’re not doing a great job. I don’t know what you did to this wolf but leave her alone.”

Valdoma rolled her eyes and looked at my puppy. The evil Witch laughed, “I did not think she would get you. You try to counter me.” Tatum barked at her. I frowned, “Leave my dog alone, lady.” Valdoma ignored me telling Tatum, “I’m not going to stop you from helping, but I am invested. I find this situation fascinating.”

A flicker of fear crossed her face, “The other pup I hurt, broke free from it all. All of my magic on her just cracked as if it was glass. I was sick for quite some time as the magic failed, it was not fun. I’ve had dizzy spells with your charge trying to break through.”

“I think we both know she doesn’t have what the other girl does though. My adopted,” again with the haze around her, “great granddaughter and then you know, the whole white wolf thing. I can’t wait until everyone finds out it’s her. Honestly, the fact people don’t know is sad. I knew from the very moment I separated them. I got a flash of the wolf I’d locked away. It was all so fascinating.”

My head began to pound with pain. It was like she thought a girl was a wolf. Like a Werewolf. A white werewolf was rare in the books. Pain split my head and I screamed. Valdoma laughed but Tatum growled. The wolf beside me weakly growled.

Valdoma asked me, “I’m curious, what do you equate the things going on around you to? I know you’ve contacted your brothers on your mother’s side.” I started to cry, “Please, don’t tell her. I like talking to them.”

Valdoma laughed, “Tell her? Child, Morgana pays me for services rendered. Not to keep her up to date on the happenings going on with you. That is her folly. She and I are not confidants or friends. Morgana is a client, and what she pays me for has nothing to do with you going around her magic or mine.” My mom didn’t have magic.

Valdoma continued, “Anyway, I’m curious what you think your brothers do. Magic is not an exact science you….” I interrupted, “Magic doesn’t exist, but it would be cool if it did.” The headache stopped after I said that.

Valdoma smirked, “Yes, my magic is powerful, but do not interrupt me again. Anyway, what do you think your brothers do?” I told her, “It’s kind of a joke with us at this point, but I think they are in the mob.” Valdoma blinked several times then burst out laughing.

I frowned, “What? They could be. Actually, I’m certain they are. You don’t know all the things they’ve done. They are totally ok with murder. My oldest brother has a throne. I’m pretty sure he’s a mob boss and my ex pretty much confirmed he is. So, they definitely are.”

The wolf growled at the Witch again. This time, I was pretty sure it was because she was laughing at me. Valdoma waved her hands in front of her face cackling. She gathered herself, “I needed that laugh. How utterly fascinating. You have such human thoughts, child.” I stared at her.

Valdoma waved, “As I said, magic isn’t an exact science. I could not predict what your mind would concoct for the situations you encounter to relate to. Though your mother certainly never predicted your family would be who caused you to think such things. Morgana was so certain they would never find you. It’s her talent after all.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, hiding things. So people say. It makes no sense, but people say it a lot.” Valdoma smiled, “I’m sure when you called out to your brother her ability had never upset him more. It’s hard for males of his stature to feel useless; they are not used to it.”

She admitted, “Personally, I nearly fell over when you did that. You’re lucky your mother’s magic doesn’t call out to her like mine when you try to go around it. Lucky for you, her Fairy is keeping her quite busy. Though that is his assigned task.”

I told her, “You’re crazy, lady. My mom doesn’t have magic. She tends to keep her boyfriend’s busy, not the other way around. Also, Jarchi is with my mom so he’s not gay. What is with people and being stuck in simple minded ways where they call gay people Fairies? It’s insulting. Grow up.”

To my surprise, Valdoma belly laughed again. “I need to dream walk to you more. This is so fascinating. Of course, you are right. Jarchi is not gay. It is so intriguing to see my magic in action. I like you.” The wolf snarled again.

Valdoma’s eyes narrowed, “Stop that, pup.” I put my hand protectively on the wolf. I said, “Haven’t you done enough? You two clearly have something going on. Leave the poor animal alone. I could find you and get your charged with animal cruelty. It’s a very serious crime.” Valdoma laughed again.

I yelled, “STOP LAUGHING AT ME!” She simply replied, “No. I find this quite funny. Should you manage to break my magic you’ll think on these conversations and laugh. Well, maybe one day. Time might be needed.”

Valdoma grumbled, “The white wolf girl is pissed off. That one holds the anger of a thousand hellhounds. Truth be told, she has every right to be angry. So will you. It’s just impressive for someone who is in the light to be so full of rage.”

“She shoves it down all the time. That girl is going to snap spectacularly eventually, it will be hilarious. She’s pretty funny. Those that tried could never contain her, and I can’t believe they thought they could.”

I asked, “Shouldn’t you be worried it will be on you this chick’s anger releases on?” Valdoma smiled, “Perhaps. My destiny is intertwined with my adopted great-granddaughter. The girl just can’t accept she’s not as powerful as me. Only one born second could be. I made sure my line could not have two children to avoid such things.” I really wanted to laugh at her because the haze around her said whoever she was talking about was a second born child and not adopted.

She laughed, “They thought I’d act when they adopted her from my other grandchild.” Again, with the weird circle going around her head. I was going crazy. Magic wasn’t real, but it was clear that someone made sure this chick didn’t know Patrick and his sister were full-fledged siblings.

Valdoma waved, “We will see who emerges victorious. My great-granddaughter shouldn’t have met those she has. If everyone had followed my plans, she would not be able to even battle me. She definitely wasn’t supposed to meet the white wolf.”

“That doesn't work in my favor, but the wolf is currently untrained and they are new together. My great-granddaughter meeting those others that are powerful wasn’t supposed to happen either. Definitely not her meeting her Wick.”

“Ugh! It’s so frustrating. She was learning on her own, and that was impressive enough. Now, she’s with those who can help her grow and understand. I had everything laid out so carefully. She can’t find her brother though.”

“So, I have that going for me. It’s been very difficult to keep Patrick a secret with that annoying, hacking little white wolf around. She believes he’s alive which is annoying enough. Hope is a dangerous thing. My great-granddaughter was to live a hopeless life. She has so much now. Never leave your plans to others, Odette. It goes to shit.”

I scoffed, “Why do you keep saying she’s your adopted great granddaughter when she’s another member of the families child?” Valdoma tilted her head, “I don’t know.” I rolled my eyes, “You’re really awful, you know that right?”

Valdoma smiled, “I do but I own it. Always own who you are. The theory was you could’ve gone either way. Did you know that?” I stared at her. She laughed at her own joke, “Of course, you didn’t. What am I saying?” Who knew?