The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 122

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Chapter 122

And I’m always involved.

“Let’s take this to the Sacred Altar.”

The Sacred Altar?

Mother takes my hand in hers. Warm and comforting, I felt myself relaxing. The cloud of distress over

my head slightly clearing away from her touch. She squeezed my hand, shooting me a small smile as

we walked out. Weston stood by the wall when we walked by him, his cautious eyes lingering on me

before they raised to look at my father.

He bowed, staring at his shoes before casting me one last glance.

‘I hope you aren’t sacrificed’

he mouthed before flinching when his father hit him in the back of his head. Weston grumbled, rubbing

the spot he was hit at and kicked at the floor moodily. Beta Creed shoots him a warning look before

looking at me with a smile. A smile I’ve seen far too many times when he tries to hide. something.

I manage to give him one back but it doesn’t last long.

The car ride to the secluded underground shrine was quiet. Eerie, even, with the witches staring at me.

Those piercing gazes pric kled my skin in discomfort. My instincts telling me to hold my ground and

refuse to yield under their scrutinizing eyes. My father and mother who sat beside me, glance over to

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each other a few times before lacing their fingers together. A gesture of comfort for their wolves.

“It’ll be fine, My little Rose. Our son will be fine.”

He lays a kiss to her temple, tightening his hold around her hand. Mother says nothing to that and I

don’t question why. Her face says it all.

Even to me, it sounded like a lie.

A lie my parents were in desperate need of, but wasn’t foolish enough to believe.

“Young Alpha, I need you to stay very calm.”

Ivory had both her hands on my shoulders. She bent down to eye level, her frown pressing into a thin

line.

“The Head Witch will be reading your fate. No matter what, don’t lose yourself. No matter what you see

or hear, don’t give in. Remember that.”

My brows knit together in confusion. ‘Don’t give in’? Don’t give in to what? Against my better judgment,

I chose not to ask.

Father and mother stood near the border of the pool. The pool was large. Crystals hanging from the

ceiling and walls of the inner underground cave. I wondered why I haven’t heard of this shrine before.

This ‘Sacred Altar’. I doubt anyone really knew about it. If they did, my teachers would’ve spoken about

it. All the Moon Goddess’ shrines were talked about. The Sacred Pool being one of them. My curiosity

was piqued at this Sacred Altar. Neither feeling any bit closer to the Goddess as one would usually feel

when entering her shrine.

Perhaps this was the Witches shrine.

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Just like wolves, witches had shrines of their own. For their exclusive use.

Ivory had instructed me to go to the center of the pool where a gray marble slab was located. Steps

surrounding it like stage. They said to stay there. That I should stand there and wait for further

instructions.

So I did.

I walked over to the border of the pool, letting my feet dip into the cold water. I walked further and

further into it, glancing back ever few moments to my parents. Every step I went, the deeper it got, the

more I felt. It wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt so much more. Like I was being pulled into it with a

voiceless call. The water, the energy surrounding the Altar, whether it came from the crystals

glimmering under the dim light, were all too welcoming. Not even the damp feeling of my clothes could

destroy that. The soothing stroke of comfort on every inch of my skin the water touched.

Soaking in the cool liquid that reached up to my waist, I watched Arabeth pull her robe off. Wearing a

black long sleeved, ankle length dress, Arabeth was older than I pictured. Gray hair tightly pinned up in

a bun, violet eyes framed on an almond-shaped face, wrinkles down her skin, tall but hunched over and

skin, chocolate brown. I had guessed she was in her late sixties.

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She walked into the pool approaching me. Her dress soaked up the water as she moved carefully

toward my direction. I couldn’t help but watch the movement of the fabric. A curtain of darkness

following her steps. It was entrancing but at the same time, overwhelming. Like a cloud of evil was

following her figure.

When we were right in front of each other, she lifted her hand close to her face and pierced into her

palm with her sharp nails. Blood spilled from the open wound, dripping down her arms to the very point

of her elbow. My eyes widened when her blood inked into the water, a swirl of black beginning to

surround us. Although my mother was shaking in her spot, my father in turn wrapped his arms around

her for comfort.

I didn’t feel frightened.

I felt at peace.

“Close your eyes, Young Alpha.’

Violet eyes cut into me. Warily, I look to my father who gives me a curt nod. That was all it took for me

to listen. My eyelids fluttered shut, a sudden pressure building into my chest. It was getting harder to

breathe. Like a a ton was weighing down on my ribcage. A vivid image of a silhouette dancing in my

mind momentarily appears before disappearing. I couldnt see the face but I could make out the white

dress she wore on her form.

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