Jinxing The Alphas: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Hex My Heart Book 2) Read Free Page B

slaves to its power while she harnessed it for healing and protection. Interesting. It never crossed her mind how they shared a connection outside their bond. Clouds rolled across her vision. She blinked, but nothing. It was all-maddening and like trying to figure out the law of physics. Hopeless.
    With all four white candles in place to mark the four directions, she started the next phase.
    She anointed first one with black cherry oil, another ginger, and the two remaining with witch hazel. For better or worse, she’d soon be swallowing the same ingredients.
    Ambrosia wrapped her fingers around the rose quartz that hung around her neck and took a moment to soak in the still night, pushing out all thoughts of sinful alphas, their haunting eyes, and all the rules that bound her.
    “Time to let it all go.” Easier said than done.
    She reclined on her heels, let her head roll back and her eyes close.
    Nothing to worry about . What could possibly go wrong?
    She glided to her feet and in a soft voice began.
     
    Guardians of air, fire, water, and earth,
    I ask you into my circle
    And may you bring your powers to help me this night
    And keep me safe. Welcome.
     
    Ambrosia turned her face skyward, the moon her only focus. Palms raised, she opened her mouth to begin, but the words didn’t come. She froze. Not from the loss of words but out of pain. Sizzling energy singed the fringes of her senses.
    Pressure cranked to bone melting and pounded against her from all sides. A lightning bolt of white heat slammed into her core, shattering her. Blazing talons of fire clawed up her chest, then shot back out her hands, the force knocking her to the ground.
    Tears sprang to her eyes and her lungs burned for air.
    Blue flames traveled the length of her arms then burst from her palms with an iridescent glow. Barely contained energy swirled around her whipping her loose hair, each strand like a razor’s edge.
    “No. No. NO .” Double damn . This was all wrong—fire was Honor’s power.
    Flames licked against the walls of her circle, bound only by the shield of her magick. Thank the goddess for that. The last thing she needed was a witch’s flame escaping. Uncontrolled, the fire could last months, consuming everything in its path. Nothing could stop it, not even the Grand High Witch herself.
    Energy swarmed.
    She summoned her power, weak as it was. Hopefully she had enough juice to help with the foreign force of the flame, a beast in its own right.
    Nothing happened. Not good.
    Hellz... So. Not. Good.
    Hands burning, the blue and orange flames slowly calmed to her will.
    Starting another fire the size of the great inferno of London wouldn’t look good on her list of offenses.
    Sweet goddesses. The inferno absorbed back into her body like Hades hadn’t done drive-by flaming, doubling her over.
    Then nothing. Nada. Zilch.
    The only signs of the total chaos were the deafening silence and a slight tingle to the underside of her hands. Her skin was totally unblemished.
    “That was fun.” She inhaled faster than she could exhale.
    Her magick had surprised her with a few weird tantrums, some borderline freakish in the last three months, but spontaneous combustion was a total first. She mentally checked that off her never-to-repeat list.
    Was it the power of the moon? The bond sensing her intention? A combination of both?
    She flicked the worry aside. With witches brooms crossed, the goddesses were in a helping mood this eve.
    A familiar sound pricked her ears up and sent a chill along her spine. Alert, she froze and scanned the woods in the direction the noise came from.
    There. To her right. A venereal plea snaked through the woods to reach her. It called again. Faint, but no mistaking the drawn-out howls of wolves. As if they were searching for something or someone.
    Her.
    She shook the thought from her head. “It’s only the bond.”
    Her chest heaved and her heart did a funny jig in her chest. Ambrosia pushed her long hair over her