The Witch's Three
By G.A. Rael
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A witch from a disgraced family and three of Hell's most powerful--and irresistible--demons.
I never expected to be chosen. Trifectas want good little witches like Millie Lock, not smartassed half-breeds from traitor lines. And yet, the moment I lock eyes with Arman, I know my life is going to change forever.
Reverse Harem romance, adult audiences only.
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The Witch's Three - G.A. Rael
Chapter 1
Every incubus trifecta needs a witch to keep them in line. For the succubi, it’s a warlock. Since demons outnumber witches ten to one, every natural-born witch can look forward to a life of pampering and courtship from the moment they turn eighteen and become eligible to choose a coven.
Every one except me, that is.
At twenty-three, I’m not exactly an old maid, but I might as well be. In the eyes of witch society, I’m damaged goods. While the Westwood family name was once whispered with the utmost fear and reverence, it became a curse the moment my grandfather betrayed the coven by taking a mortal lover and disgracing us all.
Most kids have birthday parties, but me? December twenty-second was always a day of sobering silence, just like my mother’s birthday was before it. An annual reminder that my mother’s birth sealed the fate of our family line and relegated us to the shadows on the fringes of witch society.
As the coven makes clear, we’re lucky that we weren’t stripped of our powers or hung for his crimes. As it is, I’ll be expected to serve another Chosen witch as a thrall. That is, if any are willing to associate with a Westwood even on servile terms.
So far, the unwashable stench of my family name has left me with plenty of free time. I’m the first member of my family who’s actually had the chance to finish a college degree and I’m working on my PhD in psychology. I figure I’ll probably need it once I end up in my permanent placement.
In the meantime, my family acts like my academic pursuits are just another sad distraction, like Mom’s knitting or Aunt Cara’s day drinking. It’s the main reason I dread coming home on break, but I know I can’t stay away forever.
The family house is a beautiful colonial on a small farm just outside of Savannah. It’s on the outskirts of the coven’s territory, which is fitting, because that’s where we sit in every sense.
Growing up, I never minded the distance. I was a major tomboy who liked nothing more than climbing the peach trees by the creek and bottling fireflies in Mason jars. Back then, I felt like I had the whole world to myself and sometimes I’d lay in the grass, listening to the stories the woods had to whisper in my ear while I read fortunes in the clouds.
Magic is my birthright, but it wasn’t until I turned sixteen that I realized it was meant to be a curse.
It’s been six months since I’ve been home, give or take, and the old place looks the same as ever. I can smell the freshly baked apple pie Mom always makes when one of her flock
comes back to the roost. Ever since my father’s death, she’s referred to it as the henhouse.
Anyone home?
I call, stepping into the foyer. A gray cat dive-bombs my ankles and trills on his way past.
Fuck you, too, Mathers,
I mutter, walking into the kitchen. My mom is by the sink, her adorably stout form swaying out of time to the nineties breakup anthem blaring from her headphones.
When I tap her on the shoulder, she lets out a shriek fit to wake the dead. When she spins around, she puts her hands over her chest and lets out a guttural sigh.
Reynata Jane Westwood, are you tryin’ to give me a damn heart attack?
Sorry, Mom,
I laugh, wrapping her in my arms. I’m not exactly tall at five-foot-five, but I still tower over her in the flat motorcycle boots she’s sure to lament.
When she gives me the obligatory once-over, my tattered leather jacket with all the patches seems to catch her eye first. Where on Earth did you get that?
Consignment,
I say, slipping my hands into the pockets. You like it?
The look on her face tells me just how ridiculous that question was.
You know what I told you about used clothes.
I know,
I sigh, reaching above her for a glass. Even before I open the refrigerator, I know there’ll be a pint of fresh raspberry sweet tea. Tastes like the nectar of the gods when you’ve been living on the bottled stuff, but you can’t exactly make it when all you have in your grad student apartment is a microwave, a toaster oven and zip else. ‘Most of that stuff comes from estate sales. That’s how you get ghosts.’ Right?
Well, it is,
she says matter-of-factly, turning back to the pot on the stove.
What’s for dinner?
This is floor wash,
she answers. You arrived just in time, missy. We’ve got a very prestigious visitor coming.
I sniff the lemon and herbs permeating the air. Must be if you’re breaking out the purification wash.
The glimmer in her eyes makes me wary. Eliza Lock is coming to visit.
Eliza?
I echo. Her excitement makes it clear we’re not on the same page where the coven’s queen bee is concerned. The Locks are one of the oldest families in Quentin, second in prestige only to the Westwoods, before our fall. Eliza’s daughter, Millie, was in the same class all throughout high school and if there’s anyone who hates my family even more than she does, it’s her witch of a mother. What does she want?
Mom gives me a scolding look. I don’t know, but I expect you to be on your best behavior when she arrives.
Me? What about Aunt Cara?
I challenge. Mathers is probably gonna try to trip her the second she walks in the door.
She pauses, as if that hadn’t occurred to her. Maybe I should go pull his vet crate out of the garage…
The doorbell rings and Mom’s face goes blank. She glances at the clock on the stove. She’s early,
she cries, bustling around the kitchen. Hurry, try to stall her while I get the tea on!
Stall her?
I cry as she shoos me out of the kitchen.
By the time I make it downstairs, Aunt Cara is at the top of them, wearing an open kimono over her pajamas. She doesn’t look a day over thirty, a testament to the power of virgin blood and wishful thinking. I can tell from the dark circles under her eyes that she’s just woken up, probably after a late night out at the werewolf bar. Rey! If you’re here, who the hell is that?
Eliza Locke,
I answer.
Her lip curls back into a snarl and she does an about face. Wake me up when the harpy leaves.
I purse my lips to stifle a laugh