The Transformed Magical Alpha

The Transformed Magical Alpha

Author:Roanna Baleta

Werewolf | Finished

Introduction
The full moon was near and Antonio would be clocking 103years when it rises. Then, before the full moon rises he has to find his mate or he becomes powerless not only that he would become crippled. Antonio found his mate and fell in love with her. But little does he knows she was a mage. And his family hated magical beings they take them to be witches. Antonio later found out that she was a mage and kicked her out, by his mum's orders. While she was gone he began to display some magical powers, it was so weird that he doesn’t know what to do, he has to find her to be able to control it. She was the only one who could help him with that or who knows what would happen to him if he doesn’t? Antonio ultimately found her and finds her with a baby having a carbon copy of him. Forthwith, what happens when he realised she had a child for him after he kicked her out of his life all because she was a mage by birth?
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Chapter

Amaya leaned on the bar table, It was really busy tonight. She watched purple flames dancing around her fingers, It was her forte.

‘Yes, Amaya has magic as well as everyone else in this story, magic in their own way. Magic wasn’t the only thing that gets you going, you can’t make it with basic magic, there’s a school and also rankings and all that. You’d get to know them as we proceed.’

Work started by 5pm and by 7 the bar was full. The cool evening breeze banging at the window, she stared as a customer battled his way in, slender and short he was, with the face of a drained public servant. His outfit told that he’d just got out from work, He smiled across the room to Amaya and strolled towards her.

“ Nothing like a rum and a hot lady to end the day aye?” He grinned and threw his hand out for a hand shake. Amaya was a 5 ft 6 brunette with blue stunning eyes. She was in her thirties but the house would say she’s in her 20’s because of her looks. Her shift started only an hour ago but she already looked pissed. She stared at the middle aged man for a while before returning to the counter.

“ Hi Frank, what can I get you with the rum” her pitch was soft and warm almost hard to notice she was steaming. She grabbed a glass and began to get Frank’s order. Another customer was battling with the door and cool breeze ran through the room causing an incoming waitress to spill a bit of the amaretto in his tray.

“Careful with that boy!” A man yelled from across the room.

Amaya stared briefly at the sight then back at Frank, her glare a bit hidden by the bangs she’d put out this morning. Frank stared delighted at the bar uniform that had displayed a wonderful amount of Amaya’s breast, more emphasized as she leaned to get his drink.

“ Keep staring and I’d bathe you with your order” She snapped causing his eyes to focus on her, then he gave a wicked grin and leaned closer.

“ What will you do if I’d have a taste of both?” He licked at his lips and Amaya fumed even more, She has tried her best to keep her job for two weeks, but she could tell she was at the point of breaking.

“Get the hell out asshole!” she shove his drink at him and walked to the back room.

Tonight will go terrible if she had more of him, She had been in a therapist office all morning, Jasmine, her younger sister and only blood was the subject in question.

Jasmine unlike Amaya is cool headed, she however isn’t in the best of mental state, causing the family to need a strong financial support.

Amaya would do anything for Jasmine, the last blood of her kind. Rare powers that needed to be kept hidden, she could control anything, powers that kept her constantly between two world’s. The ability to bend reality.

The complications which such powers was that Jasmine lost it the week she realized her powers, Something you can’t easily comprehend.

Now in order to keep things hidden, she was taken to a normal school, a normal environment and a regular psychologist who could understand very little of her situation.

Amaya needed to be there for her, but with the need of financial support, she’d work her ass off trying to make ends meet.

Amaya finished her middle school education at age 17 and began work. They’d lost both parents even before Jasmine realized her powers. Amaya was 17, when their parents died and Jasmine was just 4.

All through these year things have been unsurprisingly hard and with little to go buy. She had been taken to an orphanage back then, she left Jasmine there when she turned 18, she’d occasions visit but not much she could do.

She took this time to develop herself and make a better future for her younger sister. When Jasmine was 13, Amaya had come back for her, the orphanage couldn’t harbor her and no one wanted to adopt her.

Amaya was about 27 now and with an apartment and numerous jobs. She had saved up a lot and is still saving to provide for her sister.

It will be very difficult to treat her without help from a proper alchemist or witch. But that has been it for them.

Amaya is 35 , single and a retired chain-smoker. One would think it’s the stress of caring for Jasmine and the fact she lives with a mentally ill patient.

But no, Jasmine is a sweet heart, she’s been rejected from 21 different mental hospital, counting the one of today.

Amaya walked back to the counter and sees the amaretto waiter, a rookie on bartending, exchanging punches with no one other than, the short clerk Frank.

Apparently the clumsy rookie had spilled his rum. Amaya smirked and placed a cigarette between her lip. Her sense tingling, she threw her eyes up and ducked in time to avoid an incoming class cup one of the customers had thrown.

For a fact dear Frank had spill some huge guys drink and the brawn had gotten mad.

Amaya swung her self on the bar top and sat cross legged while attempting to light her cigar unnoticed. She raised her hand over a flaming finger and lit her cigar.

Taking in she pushed smoke through her lips and smiled.

“I never thought I’d be thanking this bastard for making a huge mess of everything he’d ever do”

The fight got worse and the rookie was been dragged by two bikers out of the bar. The day got dark as it began to clock 8.

The big boss, being Amaya’s manager rushed out the door with two other guys and stared at the fight. The two guys rushed in to separate the fighters with little progress.

“Do you find this fun ?” Amaya felt the rage that pierced through his husky voice and glare.