Alpha Ryker's Little Witch

Tamara's POV:

My body went numb for a few seconds as my brain registered his words correctly. Then the aftershock dissipated in a blink of an eye, and shit hit the fan.

I lost total control over my emotions as incomprehensible rage hitched itself in the deepest part of my body. The towering, jealous ire then spread into every part of my body, rendering all my senses and mental powers useless. I would know because I fucked her.

The utmost apathy in his tone as he uttered those words undoubtedly woke something powerful in me. The echo of the same words in my mind over and over again ignited a fire that burned the insides of my body. The heat spread through my veins before settling ultimately on the tip of my fingers. My being wanted to let it all out at the mention of another female sexually being pleasured by our male.

My eyes snapped to his shocked ones as blue flames danced rhythmically on my fingers, swaying in the wind. My being wanted Monica to understand that he was only mine.

"Calm down, Tamara, I can explain." My extra alert ears collected the sound waves, sending them to the brain for interpretation. I couldn't believe it! He was asking me to calm down after saying such words. "My mind can only picture you between her legs right now, and you want me to calm down?" The flames continued growing just as the invisible force wrenched me near him.

His wide eyes met with mine as I leaned in closer to him, tiptoeing on my feet to reach just below his ear.

"The remedy for fire is fire."

My arms were convulsively grasped yet again by the inexplicable force. I failed miserably to counter the forced actions as my hands tore my blouse in an instant.

"No!" His shout was a second late because the flames died out as my hands embedded into the cloth, pulling it apart with ferocious strength.

My actions had the Alpha rooted on the ground, stricken dumb by my actions. I wished I could tell him I had no say or control over my actions, but then again, he had caused all this.

I was incapable of being responsible for my administrations at that moment. I could feel the slightly cold air as it came into contact with my exposed upper body. The torn blouse was on the ground by my feet.

The Alpha raised his hands to cover my exposed upper body, but before he could, another burning pain shot through my body. Its intensity brought me to my knees, an anguished scream passing through my dry lips. "Alpha! What the fuck did you do to her!" I could hear the beta's voice distantly as he swore at the Alpha.

There was no answer from the Alpha, and through the crippling pain, my eyes screwed shut. I couldn't look at his expression. I wanted to know whether he felt bad for uttering those words.

"Alpha!" A desperate call by the beta was heard again just as another scream-this time a bit muffled-filtered through the air.

"Tamara!" He must have finally gotten over his state of being inarticulate. His frantic voice did nothing to tune out my torment.

It frightened me to no end that I could be a slave in my own body. Why? I didn't want to act like this. This thing inside of me possessed me, staking its claim on our alpha.

"Do something, Alpha!" Beta Jayson shouted yet again, but this time his voice was louder.

"What do I do?"

I barely registered the presence of the pack members as they surrounded my half-naked body. Their whispers were blocked out by my ears; they bounced off my eardrums. This force inside of me chose for me what to hear. Helpless, I wanted to sink my hands into the ground, but my hands were held hostage. I wanted to make it all stop, but every attempt was hindered.

"Tamara," Alpha Ryker called again, and even though my eyes still remained closed, I could feel him approaching to where I still kneeled on the ground.

"P-pl-plea..." My words jammed in my throat at my pathetic attempt to speak.

I didn't want to hurt him. I mean, I had no idea what my body was capable of at the moment.

"What a sight to see." Monica's sickly voice made me pull myself up to my feet to take a defensive stance. "And the blouse is also torn. Can't you see this witch has gone crazy?" I had no doubt that she was addressing the werewolves who were present at the time. The mere thought of her acting like the damn Luna brought on an entirely new momentum.

"Shut up, Monica!"

"But Jayson..." she argued with a fake sweet voice.

"It's Beta to you, Monica." He pronounced her name with such distaste that it made me feel warm inside before I realized that the Alpha was letting her talk shit to me.

How could he allow her near us?

"I didn't mean it like that, Tamara. I have had issues with how I voice my thoughts. If you're still there, my little witch, please come back to me. I need to explain everything to you." He paused. "We need to talk," he added after swallowing saliva audibly. The crowd "awed" at that but had no idea exactly what was going on.

I wanted to see whether you'd be jealous, Tamara. I wanted to confirm my suspicions that you a― His direct thoughts to my brain were cut short as the bitch called out to him. "Alpha, clearly she has gone mad. I suggest you lock her up in the dungeons."

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Mad. Dungeons.

My entire body threatened to burn into a fierce fire at the mention of those two words. The force occupying my body was further infuriated by the thought of us being locked away from our alpha. Mad. Dungeons.

It refused to allow any of that to happen.

Alpha. Ours.

It chanted over and over again. The echo of the words bounced inside of my brain to the point of queasiness.

Ours.

It went on and on until a sharp pain ran and spread through my brain nimbly. Another pain shot along my spine, and I could barely hear my screams as my back arched, pushing my breasts forward.

This pain was nothing close to what I had experienced before. It was entirely excruciating, and it was the only thing I could feel at the moment.

It felt as if somebody was clawing on my back, especially along the spinal cord. I couldn't tell how long it went on and how the hell I ended up lying flat on my stomach on the ground. I was suddenly set free from the force that held me hostage, and I could now clearly hear everything.

"Oh my goddess!"

"What the shit!"

"Impossible!"

I couldn't even tell why everyone was busy exclaiming. I didn't have the energy to lift my head up or even attempt to cover myself up now that I was back to my senses.

"Unbelievable." The Alpha lightly traced his fingers along my spine. I was surprisingly calm, given the jealous rage that had consumed me moments ago.

"You truly are mine," he silently stated, his voice and fingers sending shocks all over my body.

"Alpha Ryker." He smiled.

"Huh?"

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"Do you feel my fingers on your back?" he asked.

"Yes, is something wrong with it?"

"No, my little witch."

He paused before whispering, "My name is etched along your spine."

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Ryker's POV:

That explained the pain I had just experienced on that part of my body.

"Your mate's name will be tattooed on your body when the right time comes." I remembered my mother's words vividly.

Tamara's POV:

Nothing else mattered as I got up and threw myself on him, his hands wrapping around my body in reflex. The feeling of finally knowing that I wasn't mateless and that I was mated to the man I liked brought an indescribable happy feeling. My eyes flicked between his eyes and his inviting pink lips. He placed his hand on the back of my head and leaned in. His sweet lips met mine in a hard, overpowering kiss. It was short but extremely sweet, not to mention we weren't exactly alone.

I could hear Monica scoffing and stomping away at the display of our bond before them. Meanwhile, the present pack members ululated seven times as a blinding yellow glow enveloped my mate and me.

"There's something else, Tamara," he whispered beside my left ear.

"My wolf is etched right before my name." He paused.

"But there is another wolf right after my name."