The Alpha’s Mate Who Cried Wolf

Chapter 102

Queen Lydia

Unwelcome and motive-driven, humans force their way into my kingdom, and then my home, and

capture my darling husband, King Pyrus. He is a hydrokinetic sprite, a creature among many, with the

ability to manipulate water.

Crouching down on an imperial rug on the ground, in a designated safe room behind a false wall, I

quietly hide with our violet-eyed, eight-month-old-daughter, Princess Maia. This room is connected to

an underground tunnel that leads me away from the castle

Looking up in the direction of the moon and the stars, I know my husband’s life will not end well. In

spite of this, I pray to the Moon Goddess that no harm should come to him, and I shed tears for him,

our marriage and our beautiful life together as I quietly flee through the hidden passage toward the

forest border. I run as fast as possible, using all my energy while holding Maia.

Leaves and branches whip my face and tear my dress as I hastily rush past them.

Panic rises in my chest because I can hear running and shouting, they’re not far behind me, and

they’re gradually getting closer After all the horror stories about what these humans have done to other

sprites, I’m desperate to avoid captivity.

‘Queen Lydia!’ Someone shouts, from behind a tree, not too far from me. I stop in my tracks. Witches I

do not know wave at me, motioning for me to go to them.

Queen Lydia. Over here! Quickly! One yells, her face and body camouflaged by the giant tree she

hides behind. I hide behind the tree next to them, and they give me an empathetic smile

I’m Lou. This is my sister Prunella. We’re relieved we have found you, Queen Lydia. I fear we’re the

only witches left. The humans have burned everyone we know on stakes in the most horrific, barbaric

lashion We only just escaped, and there are not enough of us left to open the portal and escape to the

human world. I fear it’s only a matter of time until we’re captured. The werewolves haven’t had as many

casualties as the humans. They’re putting up a good fight against them. They may even be strong

enough to defeat them,’ Lou says, hopeful in her voice

Maia coos from inside her swaddle and sucks her thumb

‘My dear baby Maia. My princess. They will kill her if they find her,’ I say, falling onto my knees and

crying into Maia’s blanket

Lou and Prunella look at each other with sympathetic glances, and Lou places her hand on my

shoulder

‘We can save Princess Maia, but we have to be quick. The humans are getting closer, and our power is

depleting.’ Lou says.

‘How can you save her? Please tell me,’I beg her. They share a quick, knowing glance before looking

back at me

‘We have enough power to save only her.’ Lou explains.

Accepting Lou’s offer means I will never see Maia again after this, but if it saves her life and allows her

a chance to live, then I have no other choice. I kiss her forehead and tell her how much I love her

before handing her 10 Lou.

‘Okay, if it saves her life, we must do it,’ I sob.

Lou and Prunella kneel in front of a big, beautiful oak tree and place Maia in her swaddle, inside an

opening in

the tree’s hollow trunk. They hold each other’s bejewelled hands and chant:

Goddess of the moon,

Place this sweet child to

sleep and make the year’s leap

When the moon shines bright,

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open her eyes and allow her to wake

The Ne w ROMs to move as it swirls magically around Princesa Maia in kaleidoscopic strands,

encaming her inside it. When it w edding to the tao trunk auturos over, forming a knot in itselt, sealing

my daughter inside,

‘What will happen to her?” I ask, mesmerised by what I have just witnessed.

‘She will grow very slowly inside the tree, and when the time comes, long after we have gone, the

Moon Goddess will know when it’s time for the forest to release her. The forest will raise her, and it will

be her home. The animals will befriend her, and she will awake with a good grasp of our language and

basic life skills. She will know her name. She will have the chance

to have a fulfilling life when all of this is but a fairytale. We have placed many species of babies in the

trees over the last few days in hopes that they may one day live free of war and in harmony.’ Lou

explains.

Nodding, I smile at the thought that my daughter and many other innocent children have the chance to

have a happy life filled with harmony, peace and acceptance.

‘I see them! Over there!’ A human shouts. We soon realise we are surrounded. Being pyrokinetic, I can

create and manipulate fire. My gifts are a blessing, they’ve never let me down before, and they

certainly won’t desert me now. A man is about to hurl his axe in my direction, but I’m quick to use my

powers, and I cast a flame beam and hurl it at him, engulfing him in flames. He screams and writhes

around on the ground in pain, burning.

Two sword-wielding men run toward me from my left. I jump into the air just in time, as the one who

crouches down, steels himself, to swing his sword at me.

His counterpart swings his sword toward my neck, which I narrowly miss too, as Ilean backward and

quickly raise my leg to kick him firmly in the chest. Balls of flames materialise in the palms of my hands,

and I throw them at both men, successfully hitting one and missing the other.

I’m suddenly gasping for breath as an iron chain whips itself around my throat, choking me. Struggling

to stand, I resort to kneeling and fight the man behind me.

The man who evaded my flame ball stomps toward me

and yanks my head up by my hair.

I feel the deep sting of a sharp knife impaling my heart and the warmth of my blood trickling from my

chest and down the fabric of my dress. I collapse to the ground, knowing I’m dying. I lay there, unable

to move, becoming progressively weaker.

Lou and Prunella, who have been caught and tied to stakes, await their impending deaths as one of the

men approaches them with a torch and sets them ablaze. I cannot look, so I cover my ears and shut

my eyes to muffle their screams. The men smile as they walk away from the burning corpses of Lou

and Prunella.

Loud growls pierce the quiet night air when hefty silhouettes bolt toward the men and quickly devour

them, ripping their heads off. The wolves shift into human form and run toward me.

‘We’re too late, one of the men says.

I use what strength I have left to gaze at the tree my precious baby sleeps in.

‘Live well, my child.’ I whisper before the darkness consumes me.