The 5-time Rejected Luna Queen

I tried to walk away, but Daniel held me back, "There’s a problem." He uttered, and I instantly halted. I turned around to stare at him,

"What? What’s wrong?"

"We can’t Amelia. We can’t tell Clara about it."

"Why not? We finally found out what was wrong. We found out that something was wrong and someone was fabricating the mate bond between Clara and Alpha Bryan with magic. Why can’t we let her know about it?"

"Because the Alpha king forbids magic. Witches aren’t allowed anywhere close to the werewolf world and so we don’t have enough proof." He responded, but I was still left in confusion,

"What do you mean?"

"This herb was mixed with magic. If we need to prove it to the Alpha King and everyone else, we need a witch to do that. More importantly, we need a witch to break the spell on Clara. The Alpha king would never allow such even for the sake of his daughter. We stand by one rule, and that is to have no business with witches and vampires."

Immediately I heard this, the excitement in me ran down like ice water being used to put out a fire,

"So this was all for nothing?" I muttered as I sat down on the small bench close to me. There was no saving Clara from all of this.

"I’d let Alpha Dexter know about this as soon as possible." Daniel said, but I shook my head, "No! I’ll tell him myself, Daniel. If anyone can convince Dexter to let Clara meet up with a witch, then it’s me. We need to break the spell no matter what and help Clara in the process. I need to head home and meet Dexter immediately."

"I’ll take you home." He responded, and as I nodded my head, I picked up my bag from the table and began to head outside.

We both got into the car Daniel had brought here and he drove off. DEXTER:

Since Amelia texted that she was already on her way back, there was no need to go pick her up from the store.

"The Alpha king is asleep and has instructed no one comes to see him." I heard one of the maids attending to my father say as I approached his study room

He had refused to see me for a week now. There was no damn way I was letting Clara marry that freaking bastard. His pack could rot with the superstition or fated mate believe for all I cared.

As I turned to head back to my room, Scarlett came rushing to me,

"Dexter, wait up."

I turned around to meet her behind me, "What do you want, Scarlett."

She instantly frowned and buried her gaze down for a few seconds before staring at me again. How