A Witch in Time

A Witch in Time
True Mates Generations Book 4


Alicia Montgomery


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 Alicia Montgomery
Edited by LaVerne Clark
Cover by Jacqueline Sweet
All rights reserved.


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A Mate for Jackson: Bad Alpha Dads
True Mates Generations
A Twist of Fate
Claiming the Alpha
Alpha Ascending
A Witch in Time
Highland Wolf
The Blackstone Mountain Series
The Blackstone Dragon Heir
The Blackstone Bad Dragon
The Blackstone Bear
The Blackstone Wolf
The Blackstone Lion
The Blackstone She-Wolf
The Blackstone She-Bear
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Contents
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
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Prologue
1810
London, England
Reed William Atherton Townsend, Marquess of Wakefield, glanced around at the other dinner guests, trying to stifle the yawn that desperately wanted to escape his mouth. It certainly wouldn’t be proper for anyone to show boredom at such an affair, more so for him, being the future duke of Huntington and Alpha of London.
His inner wolf, too, was bored, and longed to be released from this stuffy dinner party. We’ll be leaving soon, he assured his animal. I’m as eager as you are to be back home.
The wolf snorted at him, as if in disagreement. Hmm. He would think it would be even more anxious to get back home considering—
“I do hope Lady Wakefield feels better soon, my lord,” Lady Louisa Abernathy interrupted his thoughts, peering up with her beady little eyes as she sat next to him.
“Your lovely wife is always a welcome sight at these affairs,” her husband, Lord Horace Abernathy, Earl of Chilton added. “She is very much missed.”
“I agree,” Reed concurred. He especially missed his wife tonight. Not only was she the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on, but she had a vivacious nature that made these droll dinners much livelier. He knew the moment he saw Lady Joanna Aspen that he would marry her. He had been awestruck when he gazed at her from across the room. Golden blonde hair, the greenest eyes he’d ever seen, pretty plump lips made for kissing.
It was a boon, of course, that she was also a Lycan and had just come out for her first season. She and her mother were visiting his mother, the duchess of Huntington, hoping to have her favor to help in her debut to society. Her father was the viscount of Clearwater, but he also happened to be one of the Lycans under the duke of Huntington’s protection.
As it turned out, Joanna didn’t need any help with her debut. Reed spent weeks courting her, and their engagement was announced even before the season ended.
“Yes, her absence tonight is a disappointment. To everyone.” His mother caught his eye as she took a sip of her wine. He didn’t miss the slight smile that made the corner of her lips curl up.
He smiled at his mother knowingly. Before the dinner party began, he had told his parents the reason why Joanna was absent tonight: She was resting in bed because she was currently carrying his future heir. To say they had been thrilled was an understatement, and for what seemed like the first time since Reed announced his engagement two years ago, the duke and duchess seemed genuinely happy about their son’s marriage.
When Joanna begged off for the evening citing fatigue, he didn’t protest. Seeing as such topics were not discussed in public, they refrained from telling their guests the real reason the marchioness of Wakefield was absent tonight.
“I hope you all enjoyed dinner,” the duke of Huntington said once the footmen cleared the dessert plates. “Shall we retire to the library for coffee and tea, and perhaps something stronger for the gentlemen?”
Everyone heartily agreed and followed suit as the duke and duchess stood up. However, before they could all leave the dining room, Reed stopped his father and mother with a hand on each of their arms.
“Father, Mother,” he began. “I hate to leave so early, but I should check on my wife.” He looked at the other dinner guests. “My sincerest apologies, everyone.” Normally, these after-dinner refreshments went on and on until the late evening, and Reed couldn’t stand being away from Joanna, especially with her carrying his pup and heir.
Lowell Townsend gave his son a curt nod and turned to the half dozen guests. “Please, do go on ahead to the library. The duchess and I will join you shortly.”
Soon, the dining room was empty, as even the footmen had discreetly left, probably at the orders of their observant and efficient butler, Neville.
Now that they had some privacy, it was his mother who spoke first. “What’s bothering you, my wee one?”
Though two decades living in England had all but eradicated his mother’s Scottish brogue, Annabelle Townsend used it when they were alone. The soft burr reminded him of his childhood, when she would sing to him or soothe him in her native tongue.
His father laughed. “Our son hasn’t been ‘wee’ for a while.” He winked at his son. “Nothing about him is ‘wee.’”
Reed had sprouted like a weed when he was fifteen, even towering over his own father by half a foot. Though he got his dark hair and ebony eyes from Lowell, his physical stature obviously came from his mother’s side of his family. He’d met his