Mate by Fate, Bound by Love

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Lena’s POV

I couldn’t believe Claire could go this far just to make sure Adrian hated me so much.

“Lyla, what have I ever done to anyone in this world to be treated like this? How did I get this way?” I cried.

“Most people don’t have a reason to be wicked to anyone. They just behave wickedly because that’s who they are – they’re evil,” Lyla replied.

“Claire is the most evil person I’ve ever seen in my life. She must have come from the devil himself,” I said bitterly.

“That’s not our problem now,” Lyla chuckled.

“We’re here in the holding cell, the best place we can be right now. Let’s brainstorm on how I took control of your body for a while,” Lyla said.

“Yes, that’s true. We don’t have much time anymore. I’m sure when Claire comes back and sees I’m still here, she’ll hasten up her findings of the black witch just so she can destroy me faster. And we can’t let that happen.”

“No, we can’t. So tell me, what was on your mind that night?” Lyla asked.

I began to search my brain for the exact thing I was thinking. I remembered that after I saw it was vampires in the room, the only thing on my mind was to run, and a sentence…

“Someone please save me,” I said.

“What!?” Lyla asked.

“The last thing on my mind was for someone to save me,” I repeated.

Lyla was quiet for a while, as if she was trying to digest what I had just said.

“That’s it!” she voiced out.

“What is it?” I asked, confused.

“You unconsciously asked me to take over. You surrendered your will to me,” she said.

“I did what?” I said, looking completely baffled.

“That night, you were scared, and you didn’t have the strength to fight or run. You were almost giving up. Seeing the vampires made you unconsciously request my help. That’s my theory about the whole situation,” she explained.

“Your theory?” I asked.

“Yes, all we need to do now is to test it,” Lyla said.

“How will we do this?” I asked.

“Just try to permit me to take over your entire body,” she said.

“Just like that?” I asked skeptically.

“Yes, just like that,” she confirmed.

I sat down in a meditative form.

“What are you doing?” Lyla asked, sounding amused.

“I’m trying to get in a suitable position so I can do what you asked,” I said.

Lyla laughed hysterically, but I didn’t mind her. I just closed my eyes and kept trying to do what Lyla said, but I was finding it hard. After about thirty minutes, I suddenly felt like I was inside an enclosed body.

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We finally did it. We were able to switch, and we finally got it. Now, the next thing to try was the level of Lyla’s strength after taking control of my body.

Suddenly, I began to levitate, or should I say we began to levitate. Well, obviously, witches could do that; levitating should probably be one of their basic skills.

She looked around to see if anyone was coming, then the next thing I saw was something that looked like a visual scan. I don’t even know if I got the words right, but it was like she checked through the Palace to find if there was anyone close by.

It was cool to experience that. It has been one of her skills to have a witch.

“How did you fucking do that, Lyla?” I asked, amazed.

“As a white witch, I can do things that will blow your mind when I’m at my full strength,” she said, a hint of pride in her voice.

“Did you just brag?” I asked, amused.

“No, I was just saying,” she said defensively.

I laughed because I knew she was just bragging. She tried moving a table with her mind; at first, the table shook a bit, then after a short while, the table moved. She made it come to the door of the holding cell and sent it back to its original position.

She looked around and saw the key of the cell. She moved it up with her mind, and just as she was about to bring it closer to us, we heard footsteps. She immediately dropped the key on the table and maintained our initial position.

We waited for a while, no one showing up, but it was very clear we heard footsteps of someone coming. While she was about to try again, someone finally showed up from the door. It was the wolf guard who was assigned to watch over us.

We got to find out that even when she takes control of my body, my wolf’s ability is still intact and of great use to her. I suddenly felt so powerful.

We decided to remain this way for a while to see if there was probably a scenario where we could switch without me taking over my body back.

While we were waiting, I heard the sounds of angry rushing footsteps. It sounded like a lady’s feet; who else would it be?

“How dare you come back here alive!” The voice came so sharp and angry.

She finally got to the front of the cell I was in and tried stretching her hands to get a hold of my neck, but I moved backwards.

“After all you did to me,” she said, seething with rage.

“Did what!?” Lyla asked, feigning innocence.

We had not switched personalities yet; I could feel the joy Lyla was feeling to be the one to confront this lying bitch this time around.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, you trash!” Claire shouted.

Lyla laughed uncontrollably, making Claire furious. She tried getting her hands into the cell, and she eventually got a hold of my hair and pulled it. It was so painful that Lyla had to turn so swiftly and hold Claire’s hand, twisting it. Claire let out a sharp groan.

It all happened so fast. I was happy at what Lyla did to her. I had always wanted to hit Claire with everything I had.

“How dare you!” She went close to where the key was and was about to take it when the guard took it and refused to give it to her.

“Give me the keys! I need to show this omega trash her place!” she shouted.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. Alpha’s orders,” he said firmly.

“I am your Luna, give me the keys!” she shouted, her face red with anger.

“I’m sorry, but I got strict orders never to open the door to anyone except the alpha.”

“What rubbish,” she said, looked at me with a disgusted eye, and stormed out of the room.

As her footsteps faded away, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and dread. This was far from over.