His Witchy Mate

I couldn’t contain the torrent of emotions that had been building within me any longer. My anger surged like a tidal wave, and all the grievances and injustices I had suffered under Lucian’s rule came pouring out in a torrent of words.

“Until today, I said nothing,” I began, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. “I endured everything, all the injustice you put me through. You brought me here against my will, forced me to be your maid, and locked me in that dreadful dungeon whenever it pleased you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision but not my resolve to finally voice my pent-up frustrations. I continued, my voice filled with a bitter edge, “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through after you betrayed me and left me? The hardships, the struggles… but you never cared. It was all just a lie.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face, each drop carrying a piece of my broken heart. I had held these feelings inside for so long, bottled up the pain and resentment, and now it all poured out in an emotional outburst.

Lucian, who had been taken aback by my sudden anger, remained shockingly silent. His wide-eyed gaze bore into me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of realization in his eyes.

But as my words settled between us, Lucian’s expression began to change. The shock transformed into anger, and suddenly, he seized both of my arms, pulling me towards him. His grip was firm, almost bruising, as he demanded, “Who gave you the right to talk to me like this? I am your master, your king. You were brought here as my maid, nothing more.”

I could feel the anger radiating off him, and it only fueled my own resentment. His husky words in my ear, about wanting to keep me close, sounded mocking, and I couldn’t bear it. I pushed him away from me, anger flaring in my eyes. “Play with me however you want, Lucian, but mark my words. Sooner or later, I will run away from here, and I will never come back.”

The tension between us reached a boiling point. I couldn’t believe the audacity of Lucian, how he dismissed my feelings and tried to exert his dominance over me. My words had been a release of the pent-up frustration I had carried for far too long, and his reaction only fueled my determination to break free from his grasp.

In a defiant tone, I retorted, “Do you think it’s that easy to run away from me? Everything in this palace and this country belongs to me, and no matter where you chase me, I will find a way to escape and never return.”

Lucian’s response was chilling. He didn’t seem affected by my anger or my declaration of hatred. Instead, he coolly stated, “I will keep you here, my dear, no matter what. You should be grateful that I even want you near me.”

I was about to storm out of the room, to put as much distance between us as possible, when suddenly Lucian’s grip on me tightened. He turned me around forcefully, his hand keeping mine at my back, and his fingers clamped on my chin, holding me in a position that left no room for escape.

His expression was deadly serious, and I could see the warning in his eyes. He leaned in close, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Put everything aside, but remember this: don’t you dare try to run away from me again. If you take one more step in that direction, you’ll see the worst side of me.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew he was capable of unimaginable cruelty. As he came even closer, his breath warm against my ear, he continued, “Don’t test my patience, Alicia, or you’ll find yourself bound to my bed with broken legs.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I had to break free from his intimidating grip. As much as his words sent shivers down my spine, I couldn’t let him see my fear. Summoning every ounce of courage, I pushed him away from me, my glare directed straight into his smirking face.

Lucian didn’t flinch or show any sign of remorse. Instead, he continued to wear that infuriating smirk, his eyes locked onto mine as if he were daring me to challenge him further.

Unable to tolerate the tension any longer, I tore myself away from Lucian’s piercing gaze. Without saying another word, I stormed out of the room, my heart pounding with anger and frustration.

~ Lucian ~

As Alicia’s footsteps faded down the corridor, I was left alone in my room, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within me. The intensity of our confrontation had left me shaken, but it had also reignited a desire that I thought I had buried deep within.

I couldn’t deny the turmoil in my heart. Alicia had every reason to despise me for the choices I had made, for the pain I had caused her. Yet, despite the anger in her eyes and the bitterness in her words, I couldn’t extinguish the spark of attraction that still existed between us.

A part of me longed to pull her back into my arms, to apologize for my actions, to promise her a better future. But I knew it couldn’t be that simple. The wounds ran too deep, and time was needed to heal them.

I told myself that I would keep Alicia close, that I would find a way to make amends for the past. We had a connection that couldn’t be denied, and I was determined to give it a chance to flourish. We needed time, time to rebuild the trust that had been shattered, time to bridge the gap between our worlds.

In the depths of my heart, I knew that someday, somehow, Alicia and I would find a way to be together, to live happily. But for now, patience was the key, and I was willing to wait for as long as it took to win back her trust and her love.