I winced at the sound of my phone ringing loudly, echoing off my bedside table.
'What?'. I grumbled, voice sounding of dry, reminding me somewhat of sandpaper.
Brax's laughter echoed in my ears and all I could do was sit up quickly and smile.. well until I saw the time.
'Are you fucking serious? Its 5.00am'. I stared at the clock in disbelief.
Unless a Coven member was going on a mission, we did not usually awaken at the latest, lunchtime.
The movies did get one thing right in today's sense of living; we did stay awake late in the dead hours of the night (or morning depending on how you looked at it) doing spells. Admittedly, I did not last night, or often ever, weaker members practically lived like humans would.. doing chores and making sure the house was presentable.
"Well.. it is also the time I wake up and I really wanted to hear your voice before I start my daily.. tasks". Brax spoke cheerfully down the phone.
'Well you have heard it now.. but seriously.. I am really tired.. I was up late last night reading'. I spoke unhappily.
His laughter echoed into my ears again and all I could do was smile.. how could I stay angry at such a cheerful man?
"Well.. I hope you have a lovely day Aria, now, go back to sleep". He chuckled lightly.
'I miss you'. I added, feeling awkward and a little shy.
He took in a sharp breath and I knew he was smiling too.
"Likewise, sweetheart".
I could not help but blush deeply at his sweet words.. how on earth was this man not taken by another woman when we had met? But then maybe Werewolves did not appreciate such beautiful words.. or sweetness.. I know for a fact Warlocks and Witches did not do sweet, at least not in my Coven.
It was that point that I remembered what he had previously said about being an Omega wolf.. what even did that mean? In the movies they had been weak pack members.. but I could not imagine him being a weak wolf.
"Is everything okay? Are you spacing out or something?". He sighed softly down the phone.
'Or something'. I smiled.
"Alright, well I better get going.. have a great day". He sighed again.
Before I could respond the phone line went dead and I scratched the side of my head awkwardly.
I needed to know exactly what was going on between us.. and why I could not speak of such things with him or anybody else. I also needed to know what exactly Brax was.
He disobeyed his Alpha by visiting my Apartment the day that I left Crimson Falls. And I previously thought that normal Werewolves could not do such things.. at least not.. directly.
Ray and other male Warlocks could not even truly make me feel anything for them.. and yet Brax could.. was this also because he was an Omega, or was it the human side of him that piqued my attention?
Just closing my eyes and remembering our first kiss sent shivers throughout my body; did he feel that way too? I did not feel like this situation I had gotten myself into was just lust.. I feel like it was much more serious than that.
It was simply no use; I stood up, flinging my bed covers off my body. The cool air hit my warm skin like a cold winter's night and yet.. it felt good.
I smiled slightly, as I let my nightdress drop off my shoulders and grabbed a little black dress with my Coven's insignia on its left side of its chest. I then pulled up a pair of black tights over my legs and pushed my black pump-shoes over my feet.
I pulled back my long black hair and brushed it up into a neat bun, I then straightened out my choppy fringe to its rough layers and then smiled at my reflection; if my family had doubts about my loyalties, wearing this would at least make a dent in showing that I still saw myself as one of them.
Everyone was asleep still by the time I had exited the Mansion and I ran out of there fast.
If I wanted to know what an Omega exactly was.. I needed to go to my local Archive in Town, known as Little Root.
Little Root was known for its special magical items and spell books.. it also has a very good human Bookstore and Library.. there is a secret entrance to the local Archive via a mundane dusty-looking bookcase, filled with old newspapers and local "human" Council policies. However, sadly it was frowned upon to use anything other than the main entrance via a rundown Alleyway.
It was then that I felt a slight chilly wind on the bus.. someone from the Coven was following me, but why? I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
'Can I help you?'. I muttered quietly enough so that they could hear the harshness in my voice.
'Mother wanted me to keep tabs on you. But 5.30am Aria?'. Dexter, my brother, spoke in an unhappy tone.
Dexter was wearing grey lounging shorts and a loose black tee shirt. His hair oddly had not even been combed; he was usually so big on his appearance. This meant that he was worrying about me.
Did my brother think I had betrayed them and teamed up with the Werewolves over my Coven? I frowned deeply at the thought.
'I am just going into Town to get some new Novels, is that a problem?'. I snapped, angrily.
'There is going to be a Noble in Town today, so be.. careful'. He spoke uncomfortably, not meeting my gaze.
With that, I stepped off the bus and began walking in the direction of the local Bookstore. If I did not return with a few novels.. they would know I was up to something else entirely.
I sighed unhappily, as the human with loud music blaring from their headphones, served me for four romance novels. These novels were not by any Author I recognised, but maybe I would like them in the end..
The human woman with bubble-gum pink hair gave me a fake smile, as I paid for the novels and then left the Bookstore abruptly.
When I finally reached the entrance of the Archive, a muscular guard stood staring at his mobile.
'Excuse me sir. I would like access to the Archive'. I spoke awkwardly.
He slowly ripped his gaze from his device and stared straight into my eyes.
'You are not on the list'. He spat, eying my insignia and shrugging.
I could not believe it this man knew exactly what Coven I had come from and yet he was refusing me passage.
'Just you wait until my father hears about this!'. I angrily stared him down.
He simply scoffed at me.
'You need to be on the list, ever since the break-in. Do you uppity nobles know nothing!?'. He snapped, angrily.
'Now, now Jasper. There is no need for such rudeness to such an important lady, is there?'. A cheerful attractive voice chimed in from behind me.
As I turned around and gazed at the man, I realised straight away that he is a Noble Warlock. Not only was he very attractive and no doubt a little older than me, he seemed oddly enough, very kind for a Warlock.
He has shoulder lengthened straight and bright red hair; it was accompanied by a braid on each side, neatly bound. The braids kept his hair neat, as they tied a little knot to the back of his hair.
His eyes were a bright red, matching the shade of his hair.
One thing apparent was that he looks after himself in a way that not many male Warlock's that I knew had done; he was dressed in a sharp red shirt accompanied by smart black trousers.
'Blaze, rules are rules. Just because I do not belong to a Coven does not mean this woman should get to speak down to me!'. The guard grumbled defensively.
I frowned at him.
'That is not what I was even doing!'. I protested.
'Miss Caster, come back tomorrow morning and I will personally see to it that you have access to the Archive'. The noble male Warlock, known as Blaze, smiled at me.
'That would be greatly appreciated, Mr uhm..'. I smiled at him awkwardly.
'Just call me Blaze, I dislike formalities when they are not needed'. He chuckled softly at me.
'Thank you, Blaze. My name is Aria'. I spoke up cheerfully, offering my hand.
'Oh I know who you are, believe me'. He chuckled, again.
Blaze then gently took my hand in his and knelt down, placing a gentle kiss on the back of my knuckles.
I stared in sheer disbelief and embarrassment; I had given him my hand thinking he would just shake it.. but to do such a thing.. this man was dangerous. Dangerous, on a completely different kind of level.
I smiled like an idiot and then timidly walked away.
I could hear his laughter, as I kept walking further away from him.
This man was truly something else.. and the only Warlock I had ever felt like this around. Sure, I fancied Ray for a time but this.. this felt completely different.
I frowned at my situation, as I hopped onto the bus home.