Chapter 93 Alex
Alessia's POV
Enya waits patiently outside the magic room as I step out and she places her hands on the symbols as the lock clicks into place.
“Thank you for taking time out to teach me” I whisper softly, she turns to me giving me a restrained smile her eyes still holding a haunted faraway look. I dont know what's on her mind but I know she is deeply worried about something.
“Its my pleasure princess, Tomorrow same time but with Orzo he will be joining us to teach you how to set up a small protective shield.”
I nod, I must admit that sounds pretty awesome “I look forward to it” as we head down the long corridor. The walk back seems longer maybe because we are both weighed down with thoughts.
I am worried about Alex
I hope him and Frederic haven't had another altercation
Enya takes the next turn ahead of me leaving me with my thoughts. I can still feel my magic in the pit of my stomach it's resting but alert and ready if needed.
Alex
How have you spent the last few hours?
Did you spend it with Luca or?
The thought of him bored and worried out of his mind makes me feel a sharp tight feeling in my chest. I still find it hard to believe so many hours has passed. Did they have lunch? My stomach growls loudly and I quicken my pace I am suddenly very very hungry. I follow the path as if by instinct even though almost all the corridors look the same I know My legs are carrying me towards Alex. Call it an inner intuition of sorts .
Feminine laughter reaches me before I see anything. I slow down a bit as I arrive at a partially open door at the end of the hall. The lower murmur of Alex’s voices wafts to me and the unmistakable fragrance of meat, cheese and wine.So He is busy entertaining women ?
My heart sinks like a stone
Looks like I wasn't missed at all
I take one more step forward and peek into the room
Alex is relaxed on a low cushioned sofa, a glass rests in his hand half empty. His cheeks are flushed a light pink his hair disheveled his usual straight posture and control absent. Two scantily dressed women are around him.
Of course one is never enough I think to myself bitterly. They are gorgeous women I must admit I continue to watch as if in a trance they both have long hair pass their buttocks they are dressed in Gold bejeweled brallette that cups their busts seductively and low cut matching trousers showing off their tiny waist and flared hips. One leans towards Alex her fingers brushing his bicep as she laughs at something he says. The other dances in front of him to a music only her can hear . Her movements sensual, sexy and slow her hips gyrate slowly in a way that feels too intentional.
They are out to seduce him
Is his drink spiked?
Was he bewitched because ,He is not even fighting their advances rather enjoying the show
Was this a set up?
Is Frederic the puppet master?
Did he ask for this ?
Alex smiles at the women languishly, not his usual guarded smiles. He appears relaxed, happy, unburdened and intoxicated. I feel stuck to the spot watching helplessly as the Man I am willing throwaway everything for flirts with women. Pain like I have never felt before explodes in my heart as gasping I place my hand on my chest for a moment taking deep breaths trying and failing to reduce the ache..
I guess for a Man like him to stay with someone plain like me. It's almost sacrilegious.
Buy we haven't even-
I feel tears burning at the back of my eyes as I blink it back furiously.
Frederic flashes in my mind , his declaration and how his eyes flash with jealousy when he sees me with Alex.
My supposed Soul mate my Mother choose
My mother couldn't have been wrong could she?
Perhaps witches and warlocks should be with their kind
Rage ignites in my chest, bright and scorching as I remember
Enyas words “ Anger is not a bad thing ,But it must be controlled .Fire responds to anger not than any other Elemental power”
I take deep calming breaths in through my nose and out through my mouth as My fire flickers in my belly, slowly unfurling and starts to spread out and I let it. I have flashbacks of how we Met at La Magerita. How he had his Men fetch me .How I danced like my life depended on it he held my chin and stared into my scared eyes “Alessia Molano, My name is Alex Ferrini you better remember it because you belong to me now.” How absolutely scared I was until he proved to me that he had a beating heart after all. He isn't a cold blood killer like I was taught .How he took me under his wings and has stood by me defying all odds.How he has kept me safe since then only to betray me in such a heartbreaking way.
The Rage consuming me like a slow burning flame. I feel heat prickling in my tightly curled fists and I open my palm facing forward as a large flame hovers just above the surface.
Now this is the fun part of being a witch. My mouth curls into a deadly smile
I will not stand around and be made to feel like a fool! Not now, Not ever again !
I am Alessia Molano!
The last daughter of Margo Molano!
The last princess of La Casa!
It's about time I showed him just what he is dealing with .
Straightening my spine, I walk confidently into the room flame still hovering on the surface. Bright, deadly, dangerous and ready to make a point-