Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets-Chapter 291 - true witch

291

~Lisa’s POV

I nodded slowly, a small grin forming on my face. "Then I guess I’ll need those books, won’t I?"

"You will," she replied with a soft laugh. "And you’ll need patience, too. Spell mastering isn’t something you rush."

I sighed and crossed my arms. "I hate patience."

Lira laughed again, walking closer and patting my shoulder. "And patience hates you, too. But you’ll learn, Lisa."

Her words made me smile. I looked at her with determination in my eyes. "Alright, fine. I’ll do it. Teach me how to master spells."

Lira’s eyes glowed softly. "Then your real journey begins now."

Lira stretched beside me and smiled. "We need to have breakfast first before you start reading," she said in her calm, motherly tone. "You have a long way to go today."

I groaned lightly. "Breakfast first? But I’m too excited to eat," I said, trying to hide my grin.

She gave me that knowing look. "Excitement won’t fill your stomach, Lisa. Come on, help me prepare something. You’ll need your strength."

I sighed but nodded. "Fine."

We walked into the small hut and began preparing porridge together. The smell of grain and herbs filled the air. I stirred the pot while Lira crushed some dried fruits and added them.

As we worked, I looked at her and smiled. "Lira, you know, I used to hate mornings like this. But now it feels... peaceful."

She smiled softly. "Peace is what you get when you stop running from who you are."

Her words made me pause. I stirred the porridge slowly, thinking about Damon... and then about Rowan and Kael. My chest tightened for a moment, but I quickly pushed the thought away. I didn’t want to feel that ache again.

When we finished, we sat outside with our bowls, eating quietly. The air smelled of wet leaves and sunlight. I finished mine fast and wiped my lips with the back of my hand.

"Done!" I said eagerly, setting the bowl aside and wiping my hands on my skirt. My stomach was full, but my mind was already racing with curiosity. "Now, can I start?"

Lira chuckled, shaking her head slowly. "You’re too eager. I like that."

She reached into the old leather bag she always carried around. My eyes followed her every move, wondering what was inside. Then she pulled out a thick book, covered in dark brown leather. The edges looked worn, but the cover glowed faintly, almost as if light was moving beneath the surface. It didn’t look like an ordinary book at all, it looked alive.

My eyes widened instantly. "Is that it? The book of spells?" I whispered, my voice filled with awe.

Lira smiled, her lips curling softly. "It’s a guide," she said, handing it to me carefully. "A starting point. Your first step into spell mastering."

I took it with both hands, and the moment I touched it, I felt something strange. The cover was warm, not like it had been sitting in the sun, but warm from within, as though the book had a heartbeat of its own.

"It’s warm," I whispered, staring at it.

"That means it recognizes you," Lira said softly.

My head shot up. "Recognizes me? Like... it knows who I am?"

She nodded slowly, her smile deepening. "Something like that."

I stared back down at the book, my pulse quickening. My fingers tingled where they touched it, and I could almost feel a faint vibration, as if the book was breathing. I swallowed hard and smiled. "It’s so strange... and beautiful," I murmured.

"Open it," she said simply, folding her hands in front of her and watching me with calm eyes.

I nodded and carefully lifted the cover, my breath catching in my throat. But the moment I looked at the first page, I froze.

It was empty. Completely blank.

My brows knitted together. I turned another page, blank. Then another. And another. Every single one was empty.

"Wait... Lira?" I said, my voice cracking a little.

She didn’t move. She just stood there, smiling faintly, her eyes glimmering like she knew something I didn’t.

"There’s... there’s nothing in here!" I said louder this time, flipping the pages faster. The sound of paper filled the air, but there were no words, no symbols, nothing. "It’s blank!"

"Go ahead," she said calmly, not looking the least bit surprised. "Read."

I blinked at her, completely lost. "Read what?" I asked, holding the book up. "There’s nothing written here, Lira! Look!"

"There is something there," she said, her tone almost teasing.

I frowned, staring down at the book again. I tilted it under the light, trying to see if maybe there were faint letters I’d missed, invisible ink, or magic symbols hiding in the pages. But no. It was still empty.

"Are you joking?" I asked, my voice a mix of confusion and frustration. "It’s just blank paper!"

Lira chuckled softly, walking closer. "You’re not ready to see it yet," she said.

I looked up at her, baffled. "Not ready? What’s that supposed to mean? I’m holding the book, I’m staring at it, I am ready!"

Her smile widened slightly. "Then prove it," she said, her tone quiet but firm.

I blinked at her. "No, there’s not! It’s completely blank! Look!" I held the book open toward her, waving it.

She only smiled more. "Tell me, Lisa... what is your name?"

I frowned, confused. "What? You know my name already. Why are you asking?"

"Just answer me," she said softly, but firmly.

"My name is Lisa," I replied, still puzzled.

The moment I said it, my eyes widened.

Words.... faint and glowing, began to appear on the page, curling and forming letters right in front of me. Line after line, the once-empty book started filling up with writing, like invisible ink suddenly catching fire.

I gasped. "What... how...how is this happening?"

Lira smiled, watching my reaction closely. "Now you can read it."

I stared down at the page, my heart beating fast. "But... it was blank! I swear, it was empty a second ago!"

"That’s because you hadn’t opened it yet," she said softly.

"I did open it!" I argued, still staring at the glowing words. "I opened it and there was nothing!"

"You opened it," she said gently, "but the book didn’t open to you yet."

I looked up at her, lost. "What do you mean?"

"The book of spell mastering doesn’t reveal its content to just anyone," Lira explained, her tone calm and patient. "It only opens to those who are part of us, the witches. The true ones. Your name is your key. Once you said it, the book recognized your essence. That’s why the words appeared."

I blinked, still trying to understand. "So... only witches can read it?"

"Yes," she said, nodding. "Anyone else would see nothing but blank pages. It reveals itself only to those who carry magic in their blood. That’s how it knows who’s real and who’s not."

I looked at the book again, my fingers brushing over the now-filled pages. The letters glowed faintly, as if alive. "That’s... incredible," I whispered.

"It’s sacred," Lira replied. "And now that it’s opened to you, it means something important."

"What?" I asked softly, glancing up at her.

"That you are a true witch," she said with pride in her voice. "Not just someone who can move things with her mind or feel energy. You’re one of us now."