Is It Wrong To Love My StepBrother Alpha Mate?
Chapter 93: More Witches and Warlocks

Chapter 93: More Witches and Warlocks

"You’re Master Vincent’s daughter?" Kara finally said.

It took about ten minutes to convince the witch and her son to stand and another five to convince to young hybrid to stop submitting to Helena after he’d learned that she was an Alpha Heir and Luna.

"I am," Helena answered.

"That makes you the Grand Witch," Kara pointed out.

"It does not," Helena said, shaking her head. "My Grandfather is still alive and well in the Ancestral Lands."

"But we need a leader here," Kara said.

"There are very few of the Coven here," Dora told Kara calmly.

Kara sighed and nodded.

"Why did you summon me?" Kara asked Helena.

Helena turned to Dora, hoping that the Witch would explain to her.

Catching what Helena’s look meant, Dora smiled and gave her a nod.

"It was a test," Dora explained.

"It’s a difficult spell to use as a test," Kara pointed out.

"She barely felt it," Dora said, waving her hand in the air. "She’s as powerful as her father, if not more."

Helena couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

Something shifted in the air at the mention of Helena’s power.

Kara now sat a little straighter and seemed to regard Helena with more caution.

"So why did you have to test the Grand Warlock’s Heir?" Kara asked as her gaze tentatively landed on Helena.

"To see if she can handle more complex spells," Dora told Kara. "She’s been without magical guidance since her father’s death."

"And yet she managed to pull off such a complex spell," Kara said as she looked at Helena in awe.

Dora nodded and smiled at Helena.

"I think we can try to reach my brother now," Dora announced.

"Really?" Helena asked eagerly.

"We can do it on the roof," Dora told Helena. "It’ll take a lot more magic and it will take a while for him to come but it should work."

Helena nodded and opened the door with her magic.

She was about to lead the group out when Kara’s son spoke.

"Wait, there was another power as strong as the Grand Warlock’s Heir," he said as he looked at Dora and then Helena.

Dora gave a nervous glance at Helena.

"Can they normally do that?" Helena asked.

"No," Dora said as she looked at the young man.

"It’s what made me wonder if my son has magic," Kara admitted. "One day he came up to me and said he sensed something different from me. Then when we met with another witch he told me she was weaker than I."

Helena nodded as she studied the young man.

"No other manifestations since then?" Helena asked.

"Unfortunately, none," Kara admitted.

"It’s still quite an ability," Helena praised as she placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder. "Can you read how powerful wolves are too?"

The young man stared at her as if she’d discovered his deepest, darkest secret.

"You can, can’t you?" Helena asked.

He slowly nodded.

"But you didn’t know I was an Alpha Heir or a Luna?" Helena asked.

"Your magic distracted me," the young man admitted.

"What’s your name?" Helena asked.

"Baron," he answered.

"Your father was a wolf?" Helena asked.

"He was a pack healer, that’s how he and my mom met," Baron told Helena.

"The power you are sensing is my son, Ronan," Helena told Baron and Kara. "He’s a little over a month old."

Baron’s eyes went wide with shock as he learned the magic he’d sensed belonged to a child.

"I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about him," Helena added. "His father doesn’t know about him either."

"His father is an Alpha?" Baron asked.

"He is," Helena confirmed. "My mate is the Blackmoon Alpha."

"He’ll be a powerful Grand Warlock someday," Dora added.

"He is our people’s future," Kara said, nodding in agreement.

Helena sighed.

So many people were already saying her son would be powerful when he grew up, but all she wanted was for him to be happy and healthy.

"Shall we go?" Helena asked.

Their group made their way up to the roof where the sun shined brightly.

"A good day to cast a spell," Kara hummed.

"If the wolves thrive under the moon, we witches thrive in the sun," Dora explained.

"And the vampires in the darkness of the new moon," Kara added.

Helena nodded as she listened to the older witches.

"This spell will be more complicated," Dora told Helena. "You’ll have to will for my brother to hear you."

Helena took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She thought back to the photo of her Grandfather and to the blurry images that she’d pulled from memory, instances where she could somewhat remember her Grandfather being there.

While Helena centered herself, Dora, Kara, and Baron lay out candles in a circle, lighting them with matches rather than their magic.

Dora placed a pair of glasses in front of Helena.

"They belonged to him," Dora explained.

Helena nodded, acknowledging the silent longing.

"Are you ready?" Dora asked as she and the others took a step back.

"I am," Helena answered with a little bit more confidence this time.

Dora stepped closer again and handed her a piece of paper.

"Read it until you feel it’s worked," Dora instructed.

Helena gave a small nod before turning her attention back to the scribbled words.

Unlike last time this one wasn’t in Dora’s handwriting, instead, it was from the pages of the book in the library.

Helena slowly began to recite the words, as she did she could see the sky darken, by the time she’d read it a fourth time there was thunder.

She kept her focus on summoning her Grandfather, on calling him home.

By the eighth time, the winds picked up and the candles went out.

Helena could feel herself getting weaker as magic was drawn from her.

By the fifteenth time she felt it.

It was like a something snapped and her mind was pulled.

She tried to scream but the magic wouldn’t let her.

She wanted to fall but the magic kept her upright.

Then there was silence.

A silence so defening that she knew it would driver her crazy.

She was about to break the spell when she heard it.

That familiar voice a calling to her.

"Helena?" it asked. "Is that really you, Helena?"

"Grandpa?" Helena asked as tear fell from her eye. "It is, Grandpa, I found you."