Page 71 of A Female Alpha for the Lycan Prince

“Am I a hybrid?” I whisper. “Was granny a witch?”

“No,” he says, and I almost feel my world break a little more. Then, however, he looks at me, serious all of a sudden. “Your grandmother was a normal werewolf. I’m a witch.”

Wait… what?

My mouth drops open. “You… you’re a warlock?”

“No, while warlocks practice witchcraft, they are often tied to demons in a way,” he shakes his head. “I’m a normal witch.”

“But I thought male witches don’t exist!”

“They do, although it rarely happens,” he points out. “Normally, the male children are born without the gift, but it can happen.” He smiles. “I’m not strong though. Female witches are stronger.”

I start to shiver slightly, although I’m not feeling cold. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I… I thought it didn’t matter. Your grandma knew, and your mother… my dear daughter, she wasn’t born with the gift, so I assumed that…”

“The genes live on to the third generation,” I point out. “I’ve only found out recently. I… I thought all the things I could do were because of my alpha blood, but…”

He looks at me in shock. “You were born with the gift!?” he looks around a bit. “Come on inside, dear. It’s cold, and I don’t want anyone to hear us.”

I nod, following him inside. Grandpa leads me into the cozy living room and prepares some tea for us.

“Tell me everything,” he says once he’s sat down.

So, I do. I tell him how I realized the forest might communicate with me, how I can run faster than other wolves and my senses are enhanced, and about what Elden and Flora told me.

“You can communicate with the forest spirits?” he asks in shock.

I blink. “I don’t know what it is I can do; I don’t know anything about my powers. I grew up thinking it’s one of my gifts as a wolf.” I nudge him softly. “Now it’s your turn.”

“There is not much to tell,” he smiles. “I was born into a pretty powerful coven, but as a male descendant, I was not powerful. I have only very little magic in me. I lived with them, and they were kind to me, regardless. When I grew up, I met your grandmother and discovered I was her mate. I fell deeply for her and left the coven to be with her.”

“But why do you stay so far away from the pack grounds?”

“Things were different back then,” he explains. “And mixed marriages and matings were prohibited in many packs. The lycans were different and had a natural respect for the mate bond, but the werewolves? No way would they have accepted us being together. Moon Blood was particularly conservative back then. So, your grandma and I, we stayed away from the pack grounds, made up a story about how I was too weak to shift. And well, we just lived our lives… your granny would still go and fulfill her pack duties. She was a strong she-wolf, and no one really worried about me.”

“Dad doesn’t know,” I say, dumbfounded.

“No, your mother was born without the gift of a witch, so we decided not to stir any more trouble than necessary.” He sighs. “Your father’s father, your other grandfather, was a dunce, a true bigot, and racist. What a hateful person… he already thought low of your mother because she was not of alpha rank and because he thought I was a weak wolf… and that it ran in the family.” He sighs. “I’m glad things look brighter nowadays. You know, I never wanted your grandmother to give up the life she used to live, but the women in your family are all equally stubborn.”

“And what kind of magic can you do?” I ask curiously.

“My coven was practicing magic coming from nature itself,” he explains. “Which is another reason I don’t mind staying here. I feel calm and protected in the forest.”

I notice how he said he doesn’t mind… but it’s not like it would be his first choice, I think. Now that I know who he truly is, I will try even more to make him come live with us. “Grandpa,” I take his hand into mine, noticing how thin the skin feels and how fragile his fingers are. Every time I see him, he seems to have gotten older. Who knows how much time we have left? “I need to know about my gifts. And I would love it if you came home together with me.”

“I can help you contact my old coven,” he promises. He seems to be happy that I have inherited his powers. “But coming home with you… I’m not sure.”

“But it’s not a no?” I point out.

He shrugs.

“Grandpa, would the witches of your old coven attack us?”

He blinks before shaking his head. “As a witch, I’m a bit wary by nature, but I don’t think my coven would ever do something like that, especially considering you’re family.” He looks at me. “Celine, there is something else, though. I know of at least one other witch who lives in your pack, a hybrid just like you. I have received news about her recently…”

My eyes widen at the revelation. “Who is it?”