His Witchy Mate

Alicia’s POV:

The need to escape the overwhelming atmosphere of the crowded bouquet compelled me to excuse myself and head towards the restroom. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, an uneasy feeling lingered in the air.

A deep sigh of relief escaped me as I stood in the restroom, exhausted both physically and mentally. The werewolf-filled event wasn’t my usual scene, and I found myself disconnected from the unfamiliar faces surrounding me.

A sudden, piercing scream echoed outside, prompting my curiosity. “Who could that be?” I wondered aloud, momentarily questioning the authenticity of the sound.

Attempting to dismiss the possibility of an external disturbance, I refocused on my immediate concerns. Stepping out of the toilet, I made a decision to remain outside, enjoying the fresh air away from the crowded hall.

Standing in front of the building, my attention was drawn to a figure lying near the staircase. “Is this person intoxicated?” I pondered while cautiously approaching the scene, scanning my surroundings for any signs of trouble.

In the distance, I noticed someone in a blue dress rushing back into the hall, resembling Ena’s distinctive silhouette. Confused by her sudden departure, I turned my gaze back to the motionless figure before me.

To my horror, I observed blood streaming from the person’s head, and my heart skipped a beat. “That dress?” I stammered, my lips trembling with fear. Realization struck – it was the dress I had given Ena.

Panicking, I moved closer to the lifeless body, desperately hoping for an alternative explanation. “Ena?” I whispered, disbelief and dread flooding my senses. How did she end up here? Why was she at this event?

Frantically, I tried to use my powers to heal her, but my efforts proved futile. Guilt consumed me as I struggled to understand the circumstances leading to her lifeless state.

Had she fallen down the stairs? Was she pushed? The arrival of guards from above heightened the tension. “What have you done?” they demanded, their accusatory stares fixed on me.

“I found her like this. Someone must have pushed her or she fell accidentally,” I explained, panic evident in my voice. One guard, recognizing Ena’s identity, signaled to the others.

“The lycan’s sister!” he exclaimed, prompting a rapid response from the remaining guards. Fearful of delivering the news to Lucian, they hesitated, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Despite our distant relationship, I couldn’t wish harm upon Ena. She had kept our secrets and, in a way, saved me. The echoing footsteps behind me signaled the arrival of others, and the ominous reality of the situation unfolded before my eyes.

“Oh my goodness!” Elara’s scream resonated through the air, accompanied by a murmur of shock and disbelief from the crowd behind me. Various voices added to the chaotic scene.

“There is no way this would be happening,” a voice muttered. The speaker approached, creating a path to speak with his sister, presumably Elara.

My arms were stained with blood as I cradled her lifeless body. The chill in her skin hinted at the irreversible loss. It was the first time I witnessed tears streaming down Lucian’s face.

“What have you done, Alicia!” Elara’s voice pierced through the commotion as she seized my shoulders, lifting me from the ground with a firm grip on my collar.

As Benjamin expressed concern about his ruined bouquet, I couldn’t contain my frustration. “A human died here, and all you care about is your bouquet!” I retorted, appalled by the lack of empathy.

Lucian, overwhelmed with grief and anger, roared with a power that resonated through the air. The intensity forced me to cover my ears. “Take her away,” he commanded, directing one of the guards present.

“I am sorry for destroying your bouquet, father-in-law,” Lucian apologized to his father, who stood witness to the tragic event.

“Arrest Alicia and the guards who saw her first,” Lucian ordered without a moment’s hesitation.

“I didn’t do anything! Why are you doing this to me? What have I done wrong? I even tried healing her,” I pleaded, desperation in my voice. Lucian’s rage was evident, and it seemed he had no inclination to entertain reason at that moment.

Elara released her grip on my collar, and I hoped that, in time, Lucian would come to believe in my innocence. With my hands bound at the back, I was escorted away from the unfolding tragedy. I yearned to have spoken with Ena before her untimely demise, a bitter reality that gnawed at me.

The pain was overwhelming, and I forced myself not to dwell on the heart-wrenching scene. As they carried her away, blood continued to drip from her lifeless body, a visual testament to the sorrowful events that had transpired.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

*The Next Day.

I woke up with a very banging headache, and the remembered all what happened yesterday I sighed in tiredness, and then saw the other guard who was staying right beside me.

It turned out that I was locker in the dungeon again, it was very dark and there was little ray of light coming from the small sized window that was there. That could make me to see who the guy who was right beside me.

It turned out that he was awake.

“How long have we been here?” I requested him.

“We have been here since yesterday. I think we will be getting interrogated today.” He told me while I sighed. I heard the creaking sound of the iron door that was used to lock us in. There was a guard who was standing right at the entrance.

“You two should come out now.” He instructed. I took a deep sigh of tiredness while I walked out of the small dungeon. I managed to stand up from the ground, due to the fact that I was tied down to the floor.

The guard who was locked in the room together with me also walked right at my back. The dungeon guard who opened the door led us to a very unfamiliar place.

I didn’t know the place at all, and I didn’t know what it was.

“Why are we here?” I queried him while he scoffed. He kept on leading us to place where I have no idea about. He opened the room, and then I saw that it was a really big one.

It has different kind of torturing equipment! There is no way this would be used on me? Why would something like this be used on me. I saw the two chairs…