The Rebellious Alpha novel Chapter 91

I walked to my bed and then placed this objects carefully in my bag. The tweeting of a bird by my window made realization struck in me. Today was my Mate's execution. He was going to be killed as the evening dawned but the morning was still fresh. It was just five yet it reminded me that I had only few hours left to save my Mate.

I took deep breaths reminiscing on Kevin's words. How he had mentioned Blake. He was right, even if he told the truth nobody would believe him. So rather than waste my time convincing anyone, I had to face this battle on my own. I made him a promise and I was going to fulfill it. And on that note, I clutched unto the reins of my bag whilst checking my outfit one more time. A long black coat complementing my white top and jean. My hair were packed in a ponytail fashion and I wore matching heels as a finishing touch. I really didn't care about how I looked, all that mattered was Kevin.

I took another deep breath before easing through my door. Stealthily walking down to my vehicle just to get little or no attention. I didn't need anyone like Beta Conrad questioning me or my brother being suspicious.

This was the only way to avoid my foolproof plan from crashing. The rest of my Journey was spent in silence, driving for two hours till I arrived her home.

A medium sized house, donning a shade of white and yellow. Decorated with a fine garden before her doorstep. As I walked towards her door, my heart started to pick pace and my clutched fingers turned trembly.

I couldn't even muster courage to knock till Aubrey took control of my muscles. I knocked gently with my lips slightly parted for chill air to escape. And when no response came forth, I knocked again. Yet no response still came. Fear and hopelessness began to strive in my heart as I gave a final knock.

This time, the door opened to reveal a fair middle aged woman. Her hair were brown and short. Her eyes were an enchanting shade of Chestnut. To humans, she looked like a woman in her forties but in reality, she was a half millennial year old Witch who has been friends with my father for centuries.

"Claire." She called softly, her red lips parting into an endearing smile.

"Lilith." I mumbled, flashing her a sad smile that didn't live the next second. And in oblivion, she pulled me in for a hug. Patting my back in a motherly fashion.

"No." She declared immediately.

"Lilith, please."

"No, Claire." She wriggled her head in denial. "You and I very well know that this goes against the rules of the Supernatural world. It is highly unconventional and punishable."

"Lili-"