My Husband And My Alpha
11. Beginners
A rude whisper just escapes from a man's mouth. He combed his blonde hair slowly, along with a gust of wind that hit him. Brandon took a long breath. His hands immediately tidied up the books on the table.
It had been several hours that the man was sitting in a gazebo with a stack of books in front of him. He started to learn
about everything in the world he had just been in. Anne's explanation last night about the Black Witcher made her understand more why the Werewolf hated the people so much. However, the White Witcher was no less eye-catching to Brandon either. Although the difference was striking from some of the ways they used, in fact the two factions were unwelcome witches in the Immortal world.
Suddenly, someone flicked the robe, then sat down next to Brandon. The man was beaming, almost glaring at the heterochromia-eyed man who had just arrived. The man smiled at Brandon.
“What is your motivation to learn everything?” tanyakanya.
Brandon sighed, then leaned back on the back of the chair. He looked at Eden. “So I can do more
strong from you,” ledeknya.
“Wow, amazing.” Eden clapped his hands. “You have to go through various kinds of rituals to reach
immortality, Bran.”
The blonde-haired man hissed irritatedly. “Ritual moreover?” tanyakanya. “Ritual sucking blood from your scar?” He reached out to nudge the bandage on Eden's arm, but failed as the man hurriedly brushed off his hand.
“There are many rituals, among them ...”—Brandon squeaking towards Eden, making the flap-haired man sigh—“If you are told to swallow the heart of all beings in the Immortal world, you will have to swallow the heart of the whole world, do you want to do it?”
“I don't care,” replied Brandon. He returned to the body. His red eyes looked towards the stack of books in front of him. “If only I could bring Clara back to the human world, whatever I would do.”
A sound like broken glass rang out from the Eden mansion, right on the second floor. The two men looked over. Eden got up while patting Brandon on the shoulder.
“I think he started acting again,” he said, then walked towards his residence.
Meanwhile, Brandon sighed. The voice just now must have been deliberately made by Clara after she locked the woman in the room. His memory was echoed in the incident this morning which almost robbed him of his sanity.
***
This morning, Brandon immediately headed to Clara's room after he finished bathing and changing clothes. Anne
still sleeping due to fatigue due to a struggle with him last night. So, he let the woman wear the room that was devoted to her today.
The man opened the door slowly. His eyes crossed when he found Clara about to jump off the balcony.
He immediately ran and held the woman's body.
“Clara! Are you crazy!” sniff the man. He pulled Clara's body that was about to fall, though,
However, the woman quickly removed Brandon's hand from her waist. “Do not approach!”
Brandon sighed. He looked at Clara with a worried look. “Clara, come on, I can explain
everyone,” he said. “Don't make it difficult for me!”
“You started it all!”
Clara's bluff just made Brandon go silent for a moment. She knew that Clara was just pretending to be amnesiac. “You remember?” ask by keeping your distance.
Clara gulped. How could he have slipped just now? Damn it this time. He didn't even know if the man in front of him was Brandon or not.
“Not everything,” he said later. “My atmosphere has not been stable because my baby died and now you
The breath escaped perfectly from Brandon's nose. “OK, I understand,” he said. “Go back to the room and
let me explain everything from the beginning.”
“How can I trust you? You are the Black Witcher I should have stayed away from!” reply to the woman.
Yes, Clara's right. Brandon Hover is now a member of the Black Witcher and will become a full-fledged Witcher if he manages to learn all the sciences and perform rituals. He might not return to being human even if he could bring his wife back to that world.
“I'm sorry,” shriek the man. His eyes turned soft.
However, that remark was not ignored by Clara. He climbed back up the balcony railing, about to jump. His slow movements due to enduring the pain of his former surgery, allowed Brandon to pull his body and instantly bring him into the room.
Brandon locked the balcony door with his newly learned magic. Pretty fast for a beginner. Clara who rebelled then accidentally slammed in bed. The blonde-haired man instantly locked onto Clara's movements instantly.
They were meeting each other. Clara tried to pull his hand, but Brandon's grip was much more
stronger than. He even realized that the man's power had changed, unlike Brandon he knew.
“I'm sorry.”
Brandon glimpsed before finally one touch of him landed right in the Clara rane. The woman was shocked and wanted to rebel. However, Brandon actually took it deeper.
Clara's heart rippled strangely. He had never felt this touch before, not even from Jasper. However, the other side of him still insisted on immediately taking off even though honestly he could not deceive himself.
One thing Brandon knew when he became the Black Witcher. The burrows can be smeared and used to put other people to sleep. Now, he used the move so that Clara would no longer try to escape. The liquid is like nicotine that makes Clara opiate and continues to want more from her.
“I'm sorry.”
Many times the man raved about apologizing to the woman who did not necessarily forgive him.
***
“You're so smart, Bran.” Eden spoke as the two of them reached the door of Clara's room.
The door was open, and so was the balcony door. The window glass broke and I don't know since when the woman named Clara disappeared from there. Nothing was left by him, except the droplets of blood that littered the floor.
Brandon touched the blood, then sniffed it. “Owns Clara,” he said.
“You sure?” asked Eden who was standing near the man.
Brandon nodded, making sure that his nose detection was not wrong. He kissed many times
the scent of Clara's blood. From the first time they were in contact until when the accident happened. Without the Black Witcher ability, Brandon could already guess.
His red eyes were pointing towards the balcony as he walked towards the open room. He sighed
lirih, realizing that Clara has managed to escape from there. His hands squeezed firmly on the balcony railing.
“Jasper ...”
***