Rapheal’s POV

We arrived at a thorny path. I alighted and ordered my Beta to keep the car hidden. I wasn’t supposed to be here; in fact, this place was kept hidden from Alphas—a decree I plan to change once I become Alpha King.

The bushes were overgrown and filled with herbs and flowers: a perfect spot to house the witches without anyone bothering them.

"Alpha, the car is not well hidden," my Beta complained, stating the obvious.

"You incompetent fool. Is there anything you can ...