Alpha’s Virgin Wife by Baby Charlene
Chapter 207 Shilah and Baste
Shilah sat quietly at the dining as she overheard the heated conversation which was loud enough to be heard.
“Didn’t you say she was the Alpha King’s wife? So, what is she doing here?” Shilah overheard Bastet’s daughter ask.
“And what problem do you have with she being the Alpha King’s wife, Jael? I don’t understand” The old woman replied.
They had both been in the second room and had been arguing for sometime. Now, Shilah knew the second room was quite far from where she was seated, thus, it made her more curious as to why she could clearly hear their conversations from such distance. It was strange.
“I do not want it, mother, I do not want her here! You always do things without even consulting me!” She heard the lady snap.
“And how do you expect me to consult you when you’re always locked up in your room? For years, you’ve been acting like a prisoner in toy is house, Jael!”
“That … That is not the point here. My point is, I do not want that lady around me! I do not want to have anything to do with the Alpha King!!”
“Why?! What connection do you have with him? Why would you hate the King so much?”
“Stop asking me questions, Mother, and just send her away! Do it now!”
“That is not happening. She is here to stay for a couple of weeks and of you know that would be uncomfortable for you, I’d advise you find somewhere else to stay for the meantime”.
Next thing Shilah heard were footsteps and shortly, Bastet showed up, holding her walking aid. Then, Shilah heard the whimpers of her daughter. But ..why would she hate the King that much?
Bastet faked a smile as she approached Shilah. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting, dear?”
“Your daughter doesn’t like me” Shilah said instead, making Bastet halt.
Her brows crinkled in confusion as she glanced back at the room, then smiled genuinely as she looked at Shilah.
“I see. Your vampire powers are awakening” she chuckled, making Shilah’s brows the next to go crinkled.
Her powers were already awakening? Goodness! It still felt like a dream to her.
“I guess you must be hungry, then. Do not worry, I’ll be getting some fresh blood supply soon enough”.
*Blood!* Shilah’s eyes dilated the moment she heard the name from Bastet. She felt herself salivating and her nostrils picking the scent. That was exactly what her hunger had been all about, the same hunger she felt with Nosheba, the same one she had been feeling even at the dining. She hadn’t been hungry for food, but blood!
“Come with me, dear” Bastet started towards the door, while Shilah followed.
With Shilah behind, they both walked in the open compound
“Your daughter not liking me, wouldn’t it be a problem?” Shilah asked, wondering where the woman was taking her.
“Please, do not mind Jael. I honestly don’t know what has come over her. Ten years ago, she took a journey to see her relatives, but when she returned, she became a totally different person” Bastet explained with an echo of bitterness in her voice.
“Different in what way?” Shilah inquired.
“Well… she just changed – started being indoors everyday, hardly talks to me, hardly eats. She almost became like a stranger to me and each time I looked at her, I miss the daughter she used to be”.
Shilah was overwhelmed. “Her dislike for the Alpha King, do you think it has anything to do with it?”
“I don’t even know, I really don’t know. For years, I’ve tried to get to her, to know what happened, but she wouldn’t open up to me and I’m just so tired already, Shilah. Even the Spirits wouldn’t reveal what happened to me. But .. it’s fine, I’m getting used to it already. Perhaps, someday, the truth would be revealed”
They finally got to a small hut which was built separately from the main house.
“What is this place?” Shilah asked as she stared keenly at it.
“It’s where I commune with the Spirits. Come on” c*oc*king her head, Bastet walked in and of course, Shilah followed.
She was welcomed by an unexpected sight the moment she walked into the hut. It was dark and had the pottered images of some of the Spirits, including some ancient beads and cowries. The moment she stepped in, she could feel a strange and heavy aura around, making the room seem too sanctuated.
Bastet walked over and lit some candles, giving the room a little brightness.
“Take off your gloves, Shilah” She instructed.
“Why? If…if I do, I’d…”
“You should start having control over your powers, dear. You own them, they don’t own you” Bastet interrupted her, and meekly, she looked down at her gloved hands.
“How do I do it?” She muttered. “I don’t want to end up burning down the entire place”.
“You won’t. Just ..” Bastet sighed and moved closer to her. “Just think of one reason you wouldn’t want to use your powers yet. Who would be in front of you right now that you wouldn’t want to hurt? Just imagine that person standing right in front you while you take off those gloves. You own your powers, they don’t own you. You should be able to decide when and who not to use them on”.
Her words were like whispers to Shilah’s ears, they dived right through into the depth of her soul and triggered her.
Her eyes glistened with tears as she thought of her son. She recalled the relief she had felt when he popped out of her, and the unexplainable joy she had felt when she held him in her arms. His cries had been like music to her ears and his innocent face a view she would want to have for as long as possible. Of course, she would never want to hurt him.
Thinking about it with a rueful stretch on her lips, she took off the gloves and instantly felt the rush of power pulling through her, but as the face of her son replayed in her head, the rush seized.
She waited for ten seconds before chuckling and turning to Bastet.
“I…. I did it. I did it!” She laughed with her eyes glistening with tears – tears that didn’t spill.
“Good. Next, we’d be learning when and how to use it. But for now, let’s work on the truth”. With a slight struggle, she dropped her stick and sat down on the floor.
“Sit beside me, Shilah” She instructed, and after a little reluctance, Shilah did.
“What are we doing?” She inquired curiously.
“I want to give you access to my thoughts, access to see everything the Spirits wants you to see. Yours a witch, but I am a seer. So,I need to be the vessel between you and the Spirits”.
Shilah’s eyes dimmed. “You…. you think I can do that?”
And with a smirk: “You really have no idea what you can do, Shilah” she replied.
Shilah’s heart fluttered as she stared down at the floor. Was she truly ready for all these?
“Close your eyes” Bastet instructed. “Place your hand on my shoulder and let the current flow”.
Shilah did just that. Bastet, on the other hand, equally closed her eyes and muttering some words, she provided the access she needed.
Shilah gasped as she felt a strange surge through her. A heavy wind blew all around them and briefly, she found herself in an entirely different place.