The Lycan and His Witch by Anastasia Maltezos Read Free Book Online Page A

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kill their Lycan mate and you will be no different!”
    The rage and hate welling in her
chest almost choked her. Her sister’s and her Lycan lover’s
betrayal still enraged her after all these centuries.
    The only thing that made her
want to draw breath every day was watching everyone else’s heart
break as hers had broken.
    She raised both of her hands and
cast another spell, her voice quaking with rage.
    “A power beneath, a force behind
him, the Lycan falls upon her.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Bryce growled as he watched
Zora’s eyes widen with alarm.
    The living room floor was
tilting!
    Morganna! She was doing this. Blasted witch!
    The floor rumbled and creaked,
splitting and snapping as it swayed up behind him. He saw Zora
struggling to maintain her balance. The floor jerked up sharply,
and his body was flung towards her. He knew he shouldn’t shift
because his Lycan form was huge and he might touch her. He roared
as he watched her tumble on the floor, her eyes wide with terror as
he fell on top of her.
    He grimaced, bracing his hands
on the floor beside her to keep from crushing her. He glanced
around himself and saw he wasn’t exposed to her skin.
    “Are you hurt?” he asked
hoarsely. Her curves beneath his body started heat in his
loins.
    “No,” she whispered.
    Grim-faced, he dropped his gaze
to her moist lips. An uncontrollable need to kiss her overwhelmed
him and he rose abruptly, reaching down for her gloved hand to help
her up.
    “It’s useless,” Zora said.
“Morganna will stop at nothing to bring us together.” She drew a
horrified gaze around her destroyed living room.
    Clenching his fists to his
sides, he threw his head back and howled long and loud, struggling
to keep his rage in check.
    “Where are you, Demon Witch?” he
roared to the rafters. “Show yourself to me! I challenge you to
face me!”
     
    * * * *
     
    Zora screamed. Was he crazy
trying to summon Morganna? “No! Stop it!” She ran to him and placed
her hand on his clothed chest
    He glanced at her hand, his
nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply. He stiffened, staring deep
into her eyes. She knew she’d calmed his rage, but something more
significant began emanating from his muscular frame. Desire.
    Sharply, she withdrew and
stepped away from him. Before she could say a word, a feeling of
cold dread filled her as she caught sight of a mist beginning to
form behind him.
    Bryce must have seen the terror
on her face because he spun around, his hand on her hip to keep her
safely behind him.
    “Morganna,” he growled as the
mist slowly took the shape of a woman.
    Zora gasped as she peaked from
behind his shoulder. Morganna was as beautiful as she was powerful.
She wore a long black gown with black lace trim and her raven hair,
piled high, was falling in ripples down her back. Her skin was the
colour of snow, her eyes like ice. Zora shivered.
    Bryce growled and shifted into
his Lycan form, advancing menacingly.
    Morganna laughed. “Do you really
think your beast will vanquish me? You are a gnat, Lycan. A
gnat! ” She raised her hand and Zora inhaled sharply.
    “No! Bryce, stand back! She’s
going to cast a spell,” Zora screamed, darting in front of him.
“Please, don’t harm him. He’s done nothing to you.”
    Bryce growled ferociously from
behind her, but Zora ignored him.
    Morganna lowered her hand. “He
must die. His will is strong and he won’t touch you, so I must kill
him. No Lycan mate of my ancestors will survive. They all deserve
to die, and you will live a life with a broken heart as I did.”
    “Morganna, this has to end,
please. I know you were devastated when Larissa and Darmus fell in
love, but that was seven centuries ago. Bryce doesn’t deserve to
die for what Darmus did.”
    “If I, the most powerful witch,
cannot have her true love, then why should all the other witches
with their measly, paltry spells and puny enchantments be happy and
have their own true love? I…can move…the earth!”