His Witchy Mate

She displayed an unusual interest in Lucian’s sister’s murder case, and I found her involvement quite audacious.

“What gives you the right to think you can contribute to Lucian’s matters?” I questioned her, perplexed by her sudden interest.

“We used to date,” she began, seemingly looking for confrontation. Was she intoxicated? Bryan getting closer to her didn’t grant her the authority to speak to me in such a manner.

“Yes, I’m aware. But that’s in the past. Lucian doesn’t care about you now. Do you realize how utterly forsaken you are? Even your own mother sold you for a pittance. Lucian abandoned you when you needed him the most. Do you ever feel the weight of your misfortune?” I taunted her.

She remained silent for a moment before stepping closer. “You probably don’t even know the kind of mate you have. He’s far more interested in me than you can imagine,” she asserted, clearly seeking trouble.

“What do you mean?” I pressed, attempting to grasp the meaning behind her words.

“Why would he kiss me if he was so interested in you? I miss his touch right now,” she laughed, sounding almost intoxicated, before sauntering away.

Lucian’s POV:

I scrutinized the man who boldly claimed responsibility for my sister’s murder. His disruptive entrance into the palace, accompanied by threats against my life, led to my immediate summons from my chambers. Confirming his guilt, I desired a swift execution, wanting to put an end to the ordeal promptly.

We opted to question him briefly, but he remained silent. I yearned to understand why he harbored such hatred towards my sister and me. Despite an unsettling feeling, resolving this case wasn’t going to be an easy task.

“Behead him,” I commanded, unfazed as the executioner carried out the sentence. Standing up afterward, I was halted by Louis.

“I’m sorry for what happened to your sister. I know it must be incredibly painful for you. I just wanted to let you know I’ll be leaving now. I have no business here for her,” Louis expressed his condolences.

“Yes, I understand. Thank you for the visit. I apologize for not speaking more, and congratulations on your new position. I’m sorry it’s belated,” I conveyed my gratitude, and Louis smiled in response.

Little did he know that I was aware of his and his father’s machinations. If they dared to cross me, I vowed to make them regret manipulating me and my sister. After our exchange of pleasantries, I left the place, determined to assert my dominance.

Walking along the hallway, I heard Bryan’s voice asking, “Are you still angry at me?” Memories of his humiliating actions in front of her resurfaced, making it clear that I hadn’t forgotten or forgiven his actions.

“Why should I be angry at you? Why be upset over the display of your stupidity,” I retorted sharply.

“You’re confused right now. I liked her a lot, and this isn’t my final chance to get closer to her,” Bryan defended himself. His words felt like an attack, and I couldn’t shake off the discomfort. He shouldn’t have any interest in her.

“Remember the rules between Witches and werewolves. Do you still want to pursue her despite knowing I won’t allow it?” I reminded him, hoping to enforce some distance.

“I’ll do my best to change the rules. It’s a testament to how much I love her,” Bryan declared, stirring my unease.

“I’m not ready for this discussion,” I replied, almost walking out on him.

“Treat her well so she won’t consider suicide again!” he shouted as I left the room. The thought of her contemplating suicide weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn’t allow her to endure such a fate.

Returning to my room, I was interrupted by a soft knock. To my surprise, it was her.

“Why are you working? Shouldn’t you be resting?” I questioned as she brought food into my room.

Since her accident, I struggled to eat without her. “Now that I’m fine, and thanks to you, the real murderer has been found,” she said, appreciating my role in solving the case with a warm smile.

“Why should I be angry at you? Why be upset over the display of your stupidity,” I retorted sharply.

“You’re confused right now. I liked her a lot, and this isn’t my final chance to get closer to her,” Bryan defended himself. His words felt like an attack, and I couldn’t shake off the discomfort. He shouldn’t have any interest in her.

“Remember the rules between Witches and werewolves. Do you still want to pursue her despite knowing I won’t allow it?” I reminded him, hoping to enforce some distance.

“I’ll do my best to change the rules. It’s a testament to how much I love her,” Bryan declared, stirring my unease.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“I’m not ready for this discussion,” I replied, almost walking out on him.

“Treat her well so she won’t consider suicide again!” he shouted as I left the room. The thought of her contemplating suicide weighed heavily on my mind, and I couldn’t allow her to endure such a fate.

Returning to my room, I was interrupted by a soft knock. To my surprise, it was her.

“Why are you working? Shouldn’t you be resting?” I questioned as she brought food into my room.

Since her accident, I struggled to eat without her. “Now that I’m fine, and thanks to you, the real murderer has been found,” she said, appreciating my role in solving the case with a warm smile.

I couldn’t discern whether her smile was genuine or not. There was no way for me to determine its authenticity, and I refrained from asking her directly.

“You’re welcome. I just felt something was amiss. I couldn’t believe you would kill my sister,” I stated, to which she scoffed. Was there something humorous in my statement?

Placing the food on the stool in front of me, she remarked, “It’s quite audacious to assume the man you killed was your sister’s murderer.” Confusion gripped me.

“What are you trying to say?” I questioned, and she nonchalantly shrugged.

“Don’t you think you’re fixating too much on this case? It might disappoint you when you discover the real murderer. Perhaps you should leave it be,” she advised, prompting another scoff from me.