Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Michael Angelo

There's a big difference between a normal White Witch and the Grand White Witch.

Sure, the title would be considered as one. But the most factor that differs the two from each other was the power to heal.

Normal White Witches can only heal injuries and cure illnesses, while for the Grand White Witches, they can revive a person even after the body was buried and only bone left.

Not to mention, the power to cause damage.

Grand White Witch does not inflict harm, earning them their extinction. As for a Normal White Witch, they brought death with just a snap of a finger — literally.

Yes, it may sound confusing, knowing they also heal people, but it's part of the curse their marks bear.

They can't stop it, even if they wanted to…

That's why when the White Witch approached me and reached out her hand for Nala, I let out the most menacing growl I could ever produce — a warning for her to stay away.

Surprisingly, the witch didn't look afraid.

Rather, she looked annoyed that she glared at me.

Then, her eyes automatically glance down at Nala, and with careful and loving eyes, she began assessing my mate's body for any injuries.

Why do I feel like she cares for my Nala like a sister?

She was a witch, she must know all about the war and my mate…

But the question remains, how long does she know my mate to even look at her like that?

I instinctively growled again when I caught sight of her progressing near us, to Nala.

She eyed me for a moment and now realizing who I was, she only scoffed.

I growled once more for the obvious insult.

The witch ignored me and was about to reach out for Nala again when I immediately shifted my mate's body to the side, hiding her from the Witch nurse's presence.

The black-brown-headed lady finally had enough of my unwillingness and exploded at me.

And boy she was mad…

“You don't have to keep on growling at me, Alpha King!” she snapped, crossing her arms around her chest, “I'm no threat as you may have believed I was, nor do I carried destruction unless I want to. I bring peace and help… I'm not one of the black witches, as you can see.”

She showed me her mark, found on her stomach and the one that implies she was a white witch.

I barely cared and only shot her an aloof look.

“You're still a witch. It doesn't make a difference.” I snapped back, earning an eye roll from her.

“If this is about the war, you must know that white witches like me were forced to take part in it,” she grimaces, “You know how weak we are when we tried to fight for our freedom from the black witches and rogue vampires that held us captive. Apart from that, and not to mention, you never helped us so stop pissing me off before something worse happens to our hotel Secretary.” she explodes with a glare at me.

Sensing that she was telling the truth, and me being hurt at the part that I couldn't save them, I evened my ragged breathing and controlled Bear.

Then, with a wave of my hand, I motioned my men to stand down as I saw them tense up at the sight of the witch.

They were ready to pounce…

Nonetheless, can I really trust her?

All witches are wicked, they were never kind or nice — good witches never existed, or so that's what was taught to me.

Seeing my hesitation, the witch nurse's face softens and surprisingly, she offered me a warm smile.

“You can trust me, your Majesty,” she starts gently, “Every creature working here at Mallow Hotel are good beings and all are victims to the war. We mean no harm to everybody, I can assure you that. Co-existing here exists… all peace and quiet,” she explained, answering my unasked questions.

I let that news sinks in and finally, with Bear by my side, I decided to trust her.

Especially, Nala is hurt now… She needed the attention.

Decided, I nodded my head and I moved Nala to the witch nurse's full view. Without another word, the white witch moved and evaluate my mate's situation.

Seconds into the examination, her little face turned from serious to troubled.

“What's wrong?” I asked, panic evident in my voice.

“I might need to take her to my clinic. I only brought a few of my equipment. I needed to check how deep the wound on her neck is.” she explained, looking at me for consent.

I nodded my agreement once again and convinced her that I will carry my mate to her clinic.

I thanked Heinz for the approval of my request and followed the witch to her clinic.

My men came after me, all still on guard.

At the clinic.

My nose wrinkled the second I stepped inside the room. Just like the lobby, it smells like high heaven of different beasts and mortals' aromas.

It stinks.

The witch noticed my discomfort and flashed me a soft smile.

“Air freshener doesn't do anything to you, huh?”

I could only nod my answer.

Momentarily after that, she closed her eyes and began chanting some incantations, and before we knew it, the room smell fresh and humanly — my human.

Nala's scent grew stronger that it almost engulfed me like a silk blanket; getting me all addicted and heated up.

I felt my cheeks burn when a naughty thought of her under me pops inside my mind.

Shit!

The witch's smile switched into a smirk, earning a death glare from me.

“What? Don't you like the smell of your mate?” she instantly paused and as if recalling something, she frowned, “Oh wait, yours died three years ago… I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.”

I grimaced and was about to reply when her mobile phone ring.

She quickly excused herself and answered the call, her eyes glowed with love and adoration.

Oh, now who's this calling?

“Hi love,” she sweetly greeted and there was a boom on the other line. She immediately scowled, “Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Mister high and almighty Dyme… Yeah, I know you upset but… no, that's not working…” she paused and glanced at my mate.

Her tensed features quickly loosen up, saying “yes, she's okay. Her bleeding stopped a moment ago. I will have to wash it and thoroughly inspect for any further damage… Of course, I'll call you if she wakes up… I love you too, bye.” she hung up the call and her eyes darted back at Nala.

I felt irritated now because it was for the nth time this past few minutes that she looked at my mate with so much love and care, that she looks like a big sister worrying over her little sister.

Were they really?

No, impossible.

I know Nala has human parents who, eventually died in a car accident. No relatives took her in, resulting in her being adopted from one family to another until on that December night, I met her.

“I should be starting,” the witch declared, and just like that, my recollection stopped.

“Who called?” I asked, trying to distract her from Nala.

She raised her eyes at me and a gentle smile found its way to her lips.

“My RED.” she simply told and she commenced cleaning Nala up with a clear liquid and cotton.

Of course, a RED; mixed-race also have their version of mates.

I dismissed her statement completely and fully concentrated on Nala, who was still unconscious.

Five minutes into the cleanup, I noticed her discomfort; her hands were twitching and from time to time, her eyes shifted from me and the boys.

Why doesn't she?

Four broad men were eyeing her every move; watching for any signs of mischief and observing for any kind of wicked behavior.

She did ask us to leave at one point and in return, we all growl at her. I even almost shifted to my wolf since it's been too long that I have never seen my Nala and to be told to go because I was becoming a distraction, was too much.

I just can't find it in me to be away from her, even for a second now that she's at arm's length.

The witch will have to deal with it, whether she likes it or not.

Eventually, the nurse witch gave up the attempt of sending us away and resumed working until it was time to check Nala's wound up.

White witches, even with their curses, are very well-known to be the best healers to the smallest injury. So when she said, she needed to use magic for the check-up, I authorized her and let her do her thing.

The witch nurse, I now know as Rain from her name tag suddenly closed her eyes and chanted a prayer. When she opened them, her eyes were all white.

She then moves her hands above Nala's body, a white light came out of it, and just like a photocopier machine, she scanned Nala from bottom to top using the light.

When Rain reached my mate's neck, the place where the bleeding started, I saw her flinched. Her eyebrows then wrinkled, making me nervous.

What's wrong now?

She closed her eyes once more, and upon opening them, it was back to her usual color. But what caught my interest was the look of confusion on her face.

“What is it?” I demanded, anticipation was killing me.

Rain shot me a questioning gaze and then, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Tell me, Alpha King. Have you ever marked your mate?”