His Witchy Mate

Alicia’s POV.

As they dragged me out of the dungeon, fear and desperation gripped me like never before. I screamed and begged for mercy, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. It seemed that no amount of reasoning or explanation would sway their judgment, leaving me helpless and vulnerable to their cruel whims.

“Why are you doing this? Please, just hear me out!” I cried, my voice cracking with emotion as they tightened their grip on my arms. But their expressions remained cold and indifferent, unmoved by my anguish.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

As we emerged from the darkness of the dungeon into the dim light of the corridor, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. Elara stood there, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she issued her orders with a chilling certainty.

I tried to muster the strength to defend myself, to explain that I was innocent and being framed, but the words caught in my throat, suffocated by the weight of their accusations.

“I didn’t do it. Please, you have to believe me!” I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks as they led me away to face my punishment.

But their hearts were hardened, their minds made up. With each step, I felt the weight of their judgment pressing down on me, crushing me beneath its unbearable burden.

As they prepared to administer my punishment, I braced myself for the pain and humiliation that awaited me. Locked away in the darkness once more, I could only pray for a miracle to save me from this nightmare, to vindicate me and prove my innocence to those who had condemned me without a second thought.

I felt an overwhelming sense of fear grip me as I was led to face my punishment. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, a gnawing dread that consumed me from within. It felt as though I was trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn’t wake up.

I knew that if word of my alleged involvement reached the ears of the council elders, they would not hesitate to condemn me to death without a second thought. The mere thought of their judgment sent shivers down my spine, for I knew that they would not listen to reason or consider the possibility of my innocence.

It had been less than two days since I had been cleared of any wrongdoing in the death of his sister, yet here I was, once again being framed for a crime I did not commit. The injustice of it all weighed heavily on my heart, filling me with a sense of hopelessness and despair.

As I was strapped to the board, the cold metal biting into my skin, I braced myself for the pain that was to come. The guards wielded their rods with merciless efficiency, each blow landing with a sickening thud that reverberated through my body.

“Please, I beg of you, I’m innocent!” I cried out, my voice drowned out by the sound of my own screams and the laughter of my tormentors. But my pleas fell on deaf ears, lost amidst the chaos and cruelty of the moment.

The counting of the blows echoed in my ears, each number driving home the harsh reality of my situation. I felt myself growing weaker with each strike, my vision blurring and my consciousness slipping away.

As darkness enveloped me, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was to be my end. Would I perish at the hands of those who sought to destroy me, condemned as a villain in a world that refused to see the truth? The questions swirled in my mind as I succumbed to the darkness, praying for a miracle that seemed increasingly out of reach.

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I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself in that all too familiar place. My body throbbed with pain, each movement sending waves of agony coursing through me. I tried to stand, but the pain was too much to bear, chaining me to the spot.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I recalled the events of yesterday, the brutality and injustice of it all weighing heavily on my heart. It was a pain beyond words, a torment that seemed to have no end.

The sound of clattering irons brought me back to the present, my heart sinking as I saw him standing in the doorway. It was Lucian. My pleas fell from my lips, desperate and futile, as I begged him to believe in my innocence.

But his mate’s words cut through the air like a knife, poisoning his mind against me. I felt a lump form in my throat as she denounced me, painting me as a villain in his eyes. I was resigned to my fate, knowing that no amount of pleading would sway his judgment.

The thought of facing more punishment made my stomach churn with dread. How much more could I endure before I broke completely? Yet, I knew there was no escaping the cruel fate that awaited me.

Elara’s voice pierced through the silence, her words chilling me to the bone. The guards’ report sent a shiver down my spine, the realization of what was to come settling over me like a dark cloud.

“Please, just end it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the din. I bowed my head in defeat, unable to muster the strength to fight any longer.

But Lucian’s question halted me in my tracks, his words echoing in the empty chamber. Did he truly believe I was capable of such a heinous act? The disbelief in his voice only served to deepen the despair that gnawed at my soul.

I looked up slowly, hoping to find a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. But all I saw was cold indifference, a betrayal that cut me to the core. It seemed he had swallowed their lies without a second thought, blind to the truth that lay before him.

“What do you mean? You know that I would never harm you? You know that I once loved you, and I can’t even bring myself to harm you,” I pleaded, desperation lacing my words. I prayed he would see reason, that he would at least consider the possibility that I was innocent.