Chapter 72: reunion

Reene’s pov

“Take my hand Reene” Lucas said, and I grave without any problems.

I was dead but now I am not, I must say it feels great to be alive.

“First things first, I really need to take a shower” I said, and he nodded.

“You wish is my command” he said as we walked for some time outside the pack territory.

After that there were some cars waiting for us and they drove us.

Hell, I never thought that in my wildest dream that the city really existed.

It was a myth, they called it every witch’s paradise, but some witches called it hell.

You see immortal witches have always been known as an abomination, but some witches wanted to be like them.

As a result, there have been witches who left their covens and joined that of the immortal witches.

Their city is known as the city of life, for people believe that everyone who comes to stay here lives longer.

I think they live longer because I bet in such a place there are hardly any wars.

And if you think about it the immortal witches have never lost any war.

There are immortal and hence can’t be killed no matter how hard you try.

How can you kill something that Is already dead?

And I also think it’s mostly because everyone always thought that this city was nothing but a myth.

Who would try to attack a city that they have never seen before

Something that has always been nothing but just stories and mere speculations? Well, it could be a myth considering how the hell we even reached here.

They drove into two trees that seemed like normal tress and seconds later we appeared in front of this amazing city.

I looked around as they were driving the car and the place is beautiful.

“Welcome to the city of life” Lucas said and looked at me with a smirk.

“It’s beautiful” I simply said, and he looked at me with a smile.

“Do you want to know the most interesting part?” he asked me, and I shook my head.

“I really have no interest in hearing whatever you have to say. I am already trying my best not to strangle you right now” I replied making him chuckle.

“You really are something, I knew the moment I saw you that you would make a fearless immortal witch” he said and then looked outside.

After some time, I could tell that he seemed to be itching to tell me that interesting part. “

Just say it, your shaking leg is annoying me even more” I said, and he turned to look at me.

“This city, its all yours. It belongs to you, one day you will be its Queen and I will be the King. We will one day rule this place together” he said, and I looked at him.

Now it’s starting to make sense, why he called me his soon to be bride.

“It doesn’t make sense, why does it belong to me? I am no one” I said, and I didn’t like saying that.

“Your father owns everything; he is the one who told me to come and get you.

You see your father and I have known each other for centuries.

When you were born you were promised to me as my bride” he said and then sighed.

“But your mother insisted that she wanted you to live a normal life as a normal witch.

But you seem to be a trouble magnet aren’t you?” he asked, and I looked at him.

“My mother proposed that idea? Are you telling me that she is in this city and has been here all along?” I asked him and he shrugged.

“Yes, yes and no. she proposed the idea, she was here but she isn’t here anymore.

She ran off when she found out something, your father is really pissed with her and is looking for her everywhere” he answered.

So, all this time my mother was living her best life with my father.

Did she think I would be grateful if she left me with my grandmother?

She threw away her responsibilities and lived her best life while I was suffering.

So, I bet the coven members suspected that something was wrong with me which is why my mother left me.

Did they know that I am an immortal witch?

Is that why I treated like I was less than?

Why everyone avoided me, or maybe they were scared of the real me.

They were scared of this me, for some reason thinking about it pisses me off.

I did nothing wrong, but I was treated like shit all my life and someone has to pay for that but who?

Who deserves to feel my wrath?

Who is going to bare the brunt of my anger and hatred?

I think everyone should right?

It’s not fair that everyone made my life a living hell while they enjoyed theirs.

They stopped the car at the tallest building.

We went in and pressed the penthouse number.

The doors opened at we were welcomed by the most luxuries penthouse I have ever seen.

“Welcome home Reene, this will be your place alone to do what you want with it.

everything you will ever need is there.

Please be ready for the meeting with your father for dinner tonight” Lucas said and left. I looked around;

I could have lived a life of luxury but instead I was stuck in that small house with an old woman.

They denied me all this for what?

A mediocre life as a witch?

I looked around and found the mast bedroom, he wasn’t lying when he said that everything I need is there.

The closet was filled with all types of expensive brands, gowns, pyjamas, jeans, dresses, and shoes.

The bathroom had all sorts of cosmetics, from the best Indian products, the great Korean skin care and top Chinese make up brands.

This is the life I could have had, huh, this I pissing me even more the more I think about it.

I soaked myself in the bathtub, I have been dead for months, so I don’t smell nice.

Hell, I am surprised that Lucas didn’t vomit and tolerated being in the same car with me.

After I was sure that I didn’t smell like death I got out and got ready for the so called dinner.

I am curious to what they would want from me.

I wore one of the gowns, the red one and some jewellery.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

I really am beautiful aren’t I?

A man came and took me downstairs to the restaurant where we will be having dinner.

That’s when I saw them sitting there waiting for me, Lucas and looking at him I could see the resemblance.

That man without any doubt is my father, but who is he really?

Hell is power is on a whole new level.

You see when I was still the old me Lucas’s power terrified me but after I came back from the dead it doesn’t.

Actually, I can feel that somehow my power is greater than his.

So, I could feel that if we fought I would win but this man.

I think even if Lucas and I went against him together we wouldn’t win or even come close to winning.

This power, its unlike anything I have ever seen in my entire life.

How is it possible?

Can someone be this powerful?

It’s weird isn’t it?

When I first met Logan I thought he was by far the most powerful person I have ever met.

Hell, I thought that there was no one in this world that could beat him.

But I was dead wrong, the I met Lucas and I thought there couldn’t possibly be anyone as powerful as him.

Until I came back from the dead and I was that person who is even more powerful than him.

And now I am standing just a few feet away from someone who makes all those people look like nothing.

And if I have learned anything in this short life I have lived is that I bet there is someone who is stronger than this man.

There is always someone who is more than what you are if you think about it.

There is someone who is even funnier than you are, more beautiful than you are, more talented and smarter.

I guess that is why humans or even supernatural beings can never be perfect.

Because beyond perfection is another flaw that needs to be conquered or another obstacle.

I guess that is why we also don’t have happier ever afters in this world.

Because there is life after happy ever after, and that life is just as full of obstacles.

Maybe that is why we are found of fairy-tale, because they give us the hope of a happy ending.

“Hello Reene, nice to meet you. I am Marcus Thorne; I am your father” he said extending his hand.

The father who only reached out to his daughter after she died and spent months in that place called the abyss.

Does such a father deserve a handshake?

Hell, he doesn’t even deserve the skin his flesh is wrapped around In.

He was waiting for a handshake when he suddenly looked behind me and then smirked.

“Look at that, my family is now complete. Where have you been Elizabeth? My beautiful wife” he said, and I turned around.

Elizabeth Miller or should I say Elizabeth Thorne.

What is this?

Some kind of a family reunion?