The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 218: Its Good to see You Again

***Author’s Note: Sorry lovely readers about the late update, I’m still sick, my husband has a nasty ear infection. Its been crazy busy with the holidays. Butttttttt... It’s Mass release today for the book so enjoy 5 whole Chapters I spent this entire night writing***

Artemasia had been sitting in her home reading, her window open the cool winter breeze blowing in her home. Her fireplace dimly lit the room. Finally, a day off, and she was planning to fill it with peace.

Until a knock disturbed her.

Whipping the door opened annoyed she snapped. "What do you want? It’s my day off."

She leaned on her hip frowning at Hector.

"Listen, don’t shoot the messenger. Alpha King Ambrose is requesting your presence, in the palace." Hector backed up from the door, nervously. His hands up in surrender. Artemasia was known to be unpredictable and dangerous when angered.

"Why?" She had a strong attitude showing her displeasure. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Above my pay grade to ask let alone know." Hector shrugged. He never questioned orders, just obeyed.

"Whatever. Tell him I’ll be there later when I’m done reading." She growled. Slamming the door shut.

Another beautiful day off ruined. She rolled her eyes and scoffed taking her place in the corner and picking up her book.

The vampires were here. The schedule she was used to changed. King Asher was training with Odette, giving her more free time in her day.

She had a funny suspicion what she was being summoned for. And she didn’t like it.

When she finished reading the section in her book she put it down. She went to her closet to pick out a more presentable dress.

A long black dress with long sleeves that hung loosely and gracefully around her wrists. The neckline was a low V cut.

Checking the mirror, she smiled. She looked like Morticia Addams, but with a bob and fierce cat eye eyeliner. She held all the grace a woman in black should.

She made her way to the palace taking her sweet time. When she arrived, she felt a strong familiar pull.

Artemasia knew instantly. What the cause of the pull was.

A member of the Circe Coven was here.

Artemasia knew this was no regular visit to the palace. Ambrose called her here for this.

And She. Was. Pissed.

Actually, pissed didn’t even begin to cover what she felt.

She was fuming. Flames were practically dancing on her head.

She stormed through the palace and went directly to Ambrose’s chamber.

Flinging the door open with rage she starts yelling.

"You little fucking shit." She slammed the door behind her.

Ambrose looked at her wide eyed before dropping to an annoyed and angry frown.

"You will watch your tone with me, this is my office and I am you Alpha King." He growled threateningly.

"I will not. You let another witch into my territory. Unacceptable Ambrose, you slapped me in the face with this gesture and you’re lucky I don’t return the favor." She was letting him have it.

"Artemasia. Why are you so bothered? We’ve had witches here before." He asked a little confused by her reaction, and how she knew there was a new witch in the palace.

"Those weren’t coven witches. They were witches without a sisterhood. Or a coven member. You brought a whole different kinda witch into the castle. Into my territory!" Artemasia screamed, "You broke rules."

"Relax, Artemasia, this was necessary, we need her to help defeat Ezelreth. Rules between covens, it doesn’t matter anymore. This is bigger than that, get over it." Ambrose brushed her off.

"I need to you to work with her."

"No. Absolutely not." She crossed her arms and turned her back to him.

"Artemasia, you don’t even know them, so why?"

"What makes you so sure I don’t know her, you do know I had a whole life before I came here." She reminded him, she kept her identity secret, and because this was her domain she could sense the witch that was in palace, but she couldn’t be.

But her glamour, the one that hid her real face, the witch would see right through. Glamours don’t work on sisters. And Artemasia is from the Circe Coven.

"I know nothing about that and it’s none of my business."

"I won’t work with her, Ambrose, I’m serious." Artemasia was holding firm to her stance on this.

"Artemasia, you have to. This is an order from you King. You cannot disobey, not while you’re in my service." Ambrose let out his heavy dominating aura fill the air.

She felt it hit her like a wave. But she pushed through, she wasn’t’ shifter, or apart of his pack, but it was enough to remind her, he wasn’t just any alpha, he was also the first wolf, and his wolf was more than capable of ripping her to shreds if he got close enough.

"I don’t know what your deal is with other witches, I don’t care, but I need you to work with me, not against me. And if that means working with another witch to accomplish this, then so be it." He let out a long sigh before running his fingers through his hair.

Ambrose was feeling stressed. The vampires here added an extra load to his plate. His council was breathing down his back about the upcoming Gala and all the secrecy surrounding the castle as of late.

Problems between witches was the last thing he wanted to deal with.

"Fine." Artemasia bit down hard and growled through her teeth, reluctantly agreeing to Ambrose’s order.

"Thank you. Please meet her in the library." Ambrose waved her off to get back to focusing on his work.

Artemasia rolled her eyes and stormed out of his office.

"Fucking little shit."

She knew this day would come sooner or later because she never broke her pact with her coven. She couldn’t handle being a rogue witch. Sisterless, despite being actually sisterless at the moment.

When she opened the door dread washed over her.

"Well, hello, Artemasia. It’s good to see you again."