Chapter 1
“Tyra you’re already 127 and you still haven’t produced an heir, for goddess sake you haven’t even had sex yet!” Barked my mother Aella Theodora Moon or better known as the matriarch of our coven.
I can feel my cheeks flushwith embarrassment.
I can't believe that she would say this especially in front of everyone.
The sound of snickering pulls me out of my head and I’m made very well aware that not only am I having this conversation with my mother which ew but my younger twin sisters are taking great pleasure in my discomfort and embarrassment which is nothing new.
It’s hard enough being known as the bastard of the coven.
My mother has always been more strict with me than my sisters and it doesn’t help that they have already bloomed.
Blooming is a rite of passage for every which or atleast it should be but with screw ups like me there is always room for something to go wrong.
My sisters are 67 years old in witch years but look 20 in human years.
It’s bad enough that not only am I compared to them in terms of my abilities or lack thereof but also in terms of looks.
There’s been so much debate within the coven about my parentage, I’ve never met my father nor has my mother ever said who he is.
Every time I’ve tried to ask I’m immediately silenced and warned not to ask.
Growing up was hard because I was always made aware of the fact that I was a powerless bastard and that my birth caused fractures in the coven.
Some members wanted my mother to get rid of me because she was the belle of the coven. She had men fighting tooth and nail for her hand in marriage and unfortunately giving birth to me complicated things.
A lot of my mothers suitors withdrew their marriage offers because “no one wants a readymade family” it took 50 years for my mother to find a husband.
Unfortunately my mother was plagued with infertility for 10 years which was just another thing that I was blamed for.
I was called a curse on my mother and a curse on the coven. Luckily one day my parents were blessed with my sisters and this time the coven was actually happy about their birth unlike mine.
My stepfather comes from one of the 12 founding families of our coven.
We’ve never really got along because he’s always made it clear that I’m his stepdaughter and will never be his real daughter.
No matter how hard I tried to be that my efforts were never appreciated, which was so hard as a kid because he’s the only father that I’ve ever known.
It also doesn’t help that both sides of my extended family are bloodline and lineage purist.
I don’t understand why I still haven’t manifested my abilities yet, they usually manifest when a witch is 40 years old but in my prodigy sisters case they manifested their abilities at 20 years which is basically unheard of.
My sisters have been receiving marriage proposals ever since they were 18 because of their striking beauty.
I wouldn’t even try to delude myself into trying to deny it, my sisters are gorgeous.
With their amber eyes that are reminiscent of freshly poured gold, to their ravenous hair that shines like the night sky, to their smoked caramel skin. Everything about them is gorgeous and they are stronger than any covenette.
With their looks it was never a surprise that they were able to have any man that they wanted.
Their lives are basically the exact opposite of mine, I still haven’t manifested not one ability, I’ve never received any marriage proposals, and my looks are an odd blend of features, I also still don’t have a stable career.
I’ve been working at the hollow cafe in the human city of Atlanta for 3 years now and so far it’s been great but know that I want more out of my job.
I won't lie and say that it doesn't hurt sometimes that my sisters have had thriving careers ranging from lawyers to tech entrepreneurs.
Heck my sisters have enough money to not work for the rest of their lives which is a pretty long time since witches can live to be 600 and above.
They have it set and here I am still just scrapping by after all these decades.
“Mom” I begin to say only to be greeted with a harsh glare and immense pressure.
“Matriarch there's nothing that I can do about that, I don't even have a husband and my prospects are few and far between” I say feeling my throat tighten and burn with sadness.
Its not easy acknowledging that I am and have always been unwanted by the coven heck by the entire which world.
The snickering continues behind me and I ball my fist so tight that pain shoots up my arm all the way to my elbow.
“Come on Ty I’m sure someone wants you” my sister Primosa says and the condescension oozes out of her words.
I don't even have to look at her because I know what face she's making.
My sister Lania chimes in and saying a sickeningly sweet and sing songy voice “maybe you can date Dan the relationship would be equally yoked”
I know exactly what she is implying by that, and it makes me surge with anger.
“How dare you try to make fun of him!” I snap and it does little to quell their thirst for demeaning me.
It makes me more angry to have them demean someone that I care about.
Dan is one of the only coven members that I am actually close with.
Dan is the son of one of the members of the coven, which in most circumstances would led to an average strength witch but unfortunately Dan was born too early and because of that his abilities never fully formed.
He has abilities but it takes much more effort for him to use them.
When we were kids me and Dan we're both bullied for our differences within the coven of course things have changed at least for him.
What he lacks in abilities he definitely made up for in looks, I won't deny that he looks great with his sandy blonde curls and sun kissed skin, not to mention his dark blue eyes that have made many a coven girl swoon.
In theory Dan would be the perfect partner for me, we get along great, are childhood friends and ive never felt uncomfortable with him.
There's just one thing. Dan has been in love with Prim ever since we were kids, I'm not sure why because she's honestly a huge bitch but that's just how it is I guess.
“Dan isn't an option for me” I say crossing my arms in defiance and my bangles chime in a single high pitched clink.
“All of you be quiet now” Mother says and we all snap forward in unison.
Her voice exuded a danger that only a matriarch’s could.
“Tyra you’re dismissed” She says and before I can even open my mouth to plead my case she snaps “leave” with a voice cold as ice.
“Yes matriarch” I said biting my lip trying not to cry, before turning around.
I could feel my sisters eyes burning my as I walked past them and the smirks that were firmly plastered onto their faces didn't help either.
I barreled down the hall straight to my room and stayed there for the entire day.
