Chapter 215

Carol’s POV

“You want me to what?” I gasped, turning to look at my biological father.

He smirked and folded his arms across his chest.

“Read her mind,” he answered with a casual shrug. “If you truly have your mother’s powers, it shouldn’t be too difficult with a little training.”

“How do you expect me to do that?” I asked him. “I’ve never read anyone’s minds before.”

“The same way you tied your mind to Hansley,” he told me. “You have to look into her eyes and tether yourself to her. Her mind is your mind and it’s open to you. Unless there’s some kind of block on it, you should have access to her every thought and feeling.”

I bit my lower lip and shook my head.

“It feels like an evasion of privacy,” I told him, glancing at Megan from over my shoulder.

“They both consented already,” Bennet reassured me. “There’s nothing you need to worry about and this is a power that you can control. Once it’s unlocked, you can use it, or don’t use it whenever you want. But you have to try. We need to figure out your true potential.”

I sighed and turned to look at Megan.

“So, I just look into her eyes and tie myself to her?” I asked. “Like I did with Hansley.”

“Yes, except instead of imagining a string, just imagine that her mind is your mind. It’s open to you and her thoughts are now yours,” he told me, his tone soft as he took a step back, giving me some space to practice.

I nodded and looked into Megan’s worried eyes. I thought about her mind and all that could be stowed inside. Her thoughts are my thoughts, I kept reminding myself. Her thoughts are all mine… I had the same thoughts. I was her thoughts. We were connected.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and I imagined that she was nervous about something; I couldn’t blame her. I was trying to tap into her mind, I was nervous too.

“You need to free yourself of your own thoughts,” King Bennet warned, sensing that I was thinking too much. “Remember, her thoughts are your thoughts. Imagine that your minds are connected.”

I could imagine that my brain was glowing and so was hers, I could imagine that we were tied together in a way that I had never been tied to another person before, besides Aiden of course. But I couldn’t imagine her thoughts being mine because I didn’t know her. I didn’t know what to expect.

I….

“I hope she doesn’t find out that I kissed, Ronnie. Oh, gosh, I just thought it! I need to think about something else.”

The thought appeared in my mind like an echo; it was strange hearing a voice outside of my own in my own mind. I could also feel a sense of anxiety and worry. I felt the need to glance over at Hansley but I’m not sure why.

Did I just hear Megan’s thoughts? And do I feel her emotions?

“Why is she looking at me weird? Did she read my mind?” I heard that voice again in my head and I saw that Megan was looking worried.

“I think so,” I whispered, keeping my tone low. “Um… who’s Ronnie?”

Her eyes grew large and her face paled.

“What did she say?” Hansley asked from a distance. “Did she say something about Ronnie? My boyfriend?”

My eyes grew large and Megan looked as if she wanted to cry.

“Uh, no,” I lied quickly, breaking my tie with Megan immediately. “I said Money. She’s worried about finances. It worked. Okay, moving on!”

Hansley didn’t look as if she believed me but King Bennet let out a bark of laughter.

“You were able to read her mind?” He asked.

I ran my fingers through my hair, avoiding Hansley’s gaze.

“Yes,” I answered. “It was strange. It felt like my voice in my head, but it was a different tone and sound. It was foreign, but it was there.”

“That’s incredible,” he said thoughtfully. “Tomorrow we will practice more on that and even push your thoughts into their minds. You can communicate like your own little mindlink.”

I raised my brows.

“Like the thing wolves do to communicate?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Exactly,” he answered.

“Okay, so what do we practice now?” I asked.

“Spellcasting,” he said as he strolled across the room and over to the table. There was a big book on the table that he opened to a certain page. “Every witch and sorcerer can do spellcasting. It’s in our blood, regardless of the coven we are from. I want you to practice certain spells.”

“Okay, what spells?” I asked.

“The spell of creating fire,” he told me. He grabbed an old wick candle from the shelf and placed it on the table. “Incendio, the Italian word for fire, is used for this spell. You focus on the candle and cup your hands around it, say Incendio with determination, imagining the flame igniting. With enough practice, a flame will appear.”

I nodded and sat at the table. I ignored Megan and Hanlsey talking in the background. Hansley was questioning Megan about Ronnie and Megan was reflecting, not meeting Hansley’s eyes. I made a mental note to check in on them later.

“Another spell I want you to do is moving objects with your mind,” he said, flipping the page in the large book. “Like creating fire, you are going to focus on an object and think about where you want it to go. Spellcasting is all in your mind; some believe the Moon Goddess aids us when we think and believe hard enough.”

I nodded at his words.

“And that’s all?” I asked. “I just think about where I want the object to go?”

He shook his head.

“You have to say “Mossa” while you do so. It’s the Italian word for move,” he explained.

I nodded thoughtfully.

“Okay, I told him. “I think I can do that.”

For the next serval hours, we practiced those spells. I managed to create a small flame for the candle and move an object a little to the left. But I couldn’t do anything more than that. It was thrilling knowing that I could do it though. He gave me the candle and told me to practice some more on my own time and that he’ll see what I can do in the morning.

“Thank you,” I told him with a smile. “I look forward to our session tomorrow.”

He nodded and I left the room without another word.

As I was walking away, I could hear Hansely crying and Megan trying to explain herself.

“It didn’t mean anything, Han… please,” she pleaded.

“He’s my boyfriend, Megan! How could you?!”

“I’m so sorry,” Megan cried.

I thought about intervening, but then I shook my head. It was probably better if I didn’t get involved in this type of drama. I started to walk away and towards the stairway, so I could return to my suite and to my mate, but a hand grabbed my arm, stopping me in place.

I whipped around and nearly gasped when I saw the angry eyes of Jenna glaring at me.

“How dare you,” she said through her teeth. “You ruined me! Why are you still alive??”

My mouth dropped open as I stared back at her.

“So, my suspicions were correct. You were the one who tried to poison me,” I murmured, attempting to pull my arm out of hers, but her grip tightened, making me wince in pain.

“Of course, I was,” she hissed. “You are after my throne, and I won’t let you take it.”

“For the last tiem, I don’t want your throne, Jenna,” I told her. “Now, let me go!”

She grinned.

“You think I’m stupid?”

“No, I’m saying you’re delusional,” I barked back, attempting to pull my arm out of hers again but her nails dug deep into my flesh. “You are convinced that I want to push you off the throne, but the truth is, I don’t want it. I don’t even think the King is offering it to me. He tells me I’m some kind high priestess and—”

“She really thinks she’s better than me. This bitch…”

The voice didn’t come from Jenna’s mouth but from her mind. I heard it clearly in my head and I turned to look at her, surprised. I hadn’t meant to read her thoughts. I guess this was what the King meant that once I unlocked this power, I would have to turn it off so I wouldn’t accidentally read minds.

“That’s not true, Jenna. I don’t think I’m better than you. Please, let me go. I’m pregnant…”

I probably shouldn’t have told her that because she looked at me surprised and then down at my belly which was now clearly showing a baby with the tight clothing I was wearing.

She lifted her hand, and I let out a throaty scream, thinking she was going to do something to my baby; her claws were elongated as she slapped herself in the face, drawing blood from her own flesh. I stared at her in shock. I heard footsteps rushing towards us and then she released me, throwing herself on the ground and wailing like a child.

I stood, shocked.

I felt Aiden before I saw him, but soon, he was rushing down the stairs just as the Gamma warriors were rushing around the corner.

“Princess!” They all shouted.

Jenna continued to cry while I stood frozen.

“What happened?” Aiden asked me as he reached me. The second he saw my arm with clear claw marks, his eyes darkened. He grabbed my arm and brought it to his eyes so he could examine it. “Carol, talk to me. What happened?”

“I….”

“Daddy!” Jenna cried and I turned to see King Bennet rushing towards his daughter on the ground.

“Jenna, what happened? Who did this to you?” He asked, kneeling in front of her.

“I… I was only trying to congratulate Carol on her pregnancy, and she lashed out at me,” Jenna cried, her entire body trembling. I had to give credit where credit was due. She was a great actress. Was she really trying to pin this on me? There’s no way the King would believe her… would he? “And she accused me of trying to poison her…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, finally finding my voice. “Those claw marks were done by a wolf and I don’t have a wolf.”

Her story made no sense, and the King would see through that. She was only digging her own grave.

However, the look the King was giving me was making me seriously doubt that. He looked furious and his face was red as he stood to his feet and pointed at me.

“Cuff her and take her to the dungeon!”