##WhiteBeard POV##

"What do you mean Sabo? No I heard you, in her dreams? Since when could he do that? Her uncle is requesting my presence...and he's pissed off...why?"

Whitebeard was getting too old for this shit. His kids were causing him nothing but trouble, Luffy just got out of the facility and now this bullshit. Dammit.

"Ace! Marco! Get Luffy's body now! That boy has gone to that girl again!"

Ace groaned, Whitebeard had given him a lecture as well, he didn't think his boy would try to coerce a girl into joining his brother's harem.
And now he had a pissed off guardian about something.

15 minutes later Whitebeard took in a deep breath and felt lighter than he had in over one hundred years, being an Ogre he was connected to land and nature, but with the loss of witches the good ones as well as the bad, the land and it's natural richness was dying. But here, by this cafe, he felt drawn to it.

"Pops! Over here!" He saw Sabo and even he looked more alert. What the hell was here that was causing all of them to feel this way. When he followed the boy, carrying his son Luffy, he almost cried. It was a greenhouse...and nothing in there was synthesized or a chemical induced scents. It was all real.

Walking in he nearly dropped Luffy onto the ground. There were actual bees here, real trees, and the air was cleaner and fresher he never wanted to leave this place.

"I take it you're the incubus's guardian old fool?"

Whitebeard nearly snarled and then shut up. Others may be fooled but he was not, this man was a Warlock, he'd met him before. And he instantly knew how screwed Luffy was. And himself for that matter, this Warlock was pissed.

"I am."

"Good. Now I know who to kill. How could you not explain to that incubus what sex was and how vital it was to his nature?!"

The earth physically shook, Marco's eyes went wide, he now knew what this man was as well, and if the girl was his niece...shit!

It's a fucking coven! Holy shit! And one of them is a witch of life. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

"Sir there seems to be a misunderstanding."

"A. Mis. Under. Standing?" That had been the wrong thing to say. "Are you fucking with me right now Ogre?"

Yep definitely the wrong thing to say...the warlock wasn't yelling but his magics were leaking out of him, he was indeed pissed.

"I can see that you have another under your charge is an incubus as well...why didn't he try to explain sex to his fellow species."

I turned to look at Ace, Whitebeard had in fact told Ace to help Luffy understand his nature, considering how oblivious and innocent Luffy could be, the look of shame and regret could be seen on his son's face and he could see that he hadn't imparted those much-needed things to his brother. He pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked back to the warlock, knowing that nothing was going to be a good enough reason for the man.

"I understand that you are upset."

"Haha." That laugh sent chills down everyone's spine, it promised death and destruction.

"Upset doesn't even begin to cover how angry I am. Did you know that a werewolf has already asked my niece to be his mate? How do you think an Alpha Wolf is going to react when he realizes that the girl he intended to take a mate is marked by someone else? And my niece is being caught in the crossfire because you couldn't be a man and show your son a fucking porn!"

Shit they were in serious trouble, he never truly thought that Luffy would fully awaken he hadn't in all his 17 years, and normally incubi awaken at 13. He had been lazy in that regard, Ace had been really easy, but he had neglected his duties with Luffy. And now a young girl-a young witch was now in the cross fire.

"I think you and I should talk privately. I am Newgate."

"I know who you are fucker. I also know that you're going to want something out of this. But for now, I believe that you and I should speak privately. Lay that boys body next to my niece and the rest of you..." The man's eyes narrowed on the other men in the room. "OUT!" There was power and compulsion in that word, meaning his soulmate was a witch or warlock who could manipulate someone's mind. Power like that was usually given to witches though. 

His sons left not understanding why they were leaving when Whitebeard knew they didn't want to. Like himself they were all relaxed in this place of life and magic. Witches, before a select few got too big for their britches, were meant to help supernaturals thrive and live in peace with one another, the main ones tasked with this, were witches of life. 

"You know what I am orge?"

"I do."

"You know what this place is?"

Whitebeard took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly. He couldn't help the smile that came over him to breath in the clean air again, it had been hundreds of years since he had. He hadn't realized how sickly he felt breathing in the synthesized air.

"It's beautiful."

"It's a place where me and my coven come to reconnect and pour our magic into. My niece is a witch of life. Which is why I assume your son was drawn to her. Why a lot of supernaturals come to our cafe. It's pure and clean. Unlike the rest of the world. She helps others reach their true potential, and they awaken. And I guessing by the way you are breathing, you're feeling a lot of the healing remedies her powers give as well."

Indeed he was. His sickness from being away from pure earth and air for so long, felt nonexistent.

"My son...he doesn't know that he's imprinted on her. And he will need her...otherwise he will die."

"This place needs my niece as well, otherwise the magic will disappear."

"What do you suggest?"

The warlock sighed and sat next to his niece, pulling her into a sitting position against his chest. Warlocks were meant to be protectors to their covens, and right now, Whitebeard can imagine that he failed. He squeezed the girl, and he saw tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

"I will help her build and construct a greenhouse for you. She will leave a life stone, so she doesn't need to be there. You teach your son about sex, and he will stay here, with us. My niece will go nowhere near you or yours without me."

Whitebeard couldn't fathom why he would do all that until it clicked. He said she was his niece, meaning her parents were gone. Her mother likely captured and killed. Now he understood, he would give him something he needed, as long as their secret was kept safe.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

A beautiful woman was standing outside the greenhouse, along with a werewolf who barged his way in.

"Why is my mate imprinted on!" The redhead reached for the witch, but the warlock held out his hand.

"It is temporary young wolf. It'll last two weeks, three at most, but she has to be next to the young incubus, if she's not he'll die."

"Like I fucking care, she's MINE and he still did this?"

Whitebeard saw true affection in the wolf's eyes, and the sorrow in his eyes did make Whitebeard feel guilty. 

"I am sorry young wolf. For what it is worth I think she will take you once this imprint is gone."

The wolf simply stared at the young witch, he reached out and touched her.

"I guess I can wait. Will you tell her that I came by?"

The warlock nodded his head. And the wolf kissed her eyes.

"Fuck, her scent its gone!"

The warlock glared at him again.

Yep, he was so incredibly screwed.