His Witchy Mate

“Do you know who the real murderer is?” I pressed, sensing a hint of knowledge in her words.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“No, I just sense that you killed an innocent man. You almost got me killed too. The person behind your sister’s death might be powerful, capable of manipulating the situation to appear innocent,” she added.

I stared at her, trying to grasp her insinuations.

“Don’t overthink it. Concentrate on your duties as a Lycan, and don’t let your food get cold,” she advised, bowing her head before exiting the room.

Feeling lost, I struggled to comprehend her cryptic remarks. Her indirect communication only added to my confusion, and I waited in vain for a straightforward explanation.

Alicia’s POV:

As I observed his bewildered expression upon hearing my assertion about the innocence of the man he believed to be his sister’s killer, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of detachment. Part of me wished he would delve deeper into the truth, yet another part hoped he would simply let it go, sparing himself the inevitable disappointment.

Exiting his room after our conversation, I welcomed the silence that ensued. Prolonged discussions with him were the last thing I desired.

Surprisingly, I noticed a slight leniency in his demeanor towards me following the recent events. Perhaps this leniency fueled his mate’s suspicions that I sought attention through nefarious means.

To be candid, I often found myself wishing for an end to my struggles. Death seemed like an appealing escape from the complexities of my existence. As I made my way back to the maids’ quarters, I encountered Elara, whose presence raised my suspicions. Whatever she was scheming, I hoped it wouldn’t adversely affect me.

Her smirk as she passed me only heightened my apprehension. The head maid’s peculiar glance in my direction suggested they had exchanged words that could potentially impact me.

Elera’s POV:

She had been behaving suspiciously for days, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to tolerate. I needed to remove her from the palace swiftly, whether by expulsion or by death. I had already instructed the head maid on what needed to be done. My goal was to frame her for a serious crime, ensuring she would face severe consequences.

I wanted to divert his attention away from her and expose her true nature. To achieve this, I had to meet with the head maid and devise a plan. My intention was to make her life miserable, leaving her no choice but to end it all. If she chose suicide, she would need to do it in a way that eliminated any suspicion. This was the only way to secure my secrets and protect my position.

She seemed to be the only one suspicious of me regarding his sister’s death. Keeping her preoccupied with her own troubles was crucial to safeguarding my secrets.

Despite not yet being marked by Lucian, I couldn’t afford to have him distracted by some unknown girl. I needed him to mark me soon, ensuring I received the attention I deserved.

In preparation for the evening, I instructed the maids to procure an irresistible dress. When they returned with a pristine white garment, complete with lace panties and a bra, I was thrilled. The robe complemented me perfectly, enhancing my allure.

Entering his room with David’s assistance, I wasted no time changing into the enticing attire. As I sat before the mirror, combing my hair, anticipation built within me. I hoped he would arrive soon.

The sound of the door creaking open signaled his arrival. I hastened to meet him, swiftly locking the door behind us.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned, surprised by my presence. I disregarded his inquiry, shedding my nightwear until I stood before him in nothing but my panties and bra. With purposeful movements, I removed his royal robe, determined to fulfill my desires.

He remained unresponsive as I initiated our intimate encounter, but soon reciprocated my advances with fervor. His passionate kisses ignited a fire within me as I eagerly explored his body. I marveled at his size, finding pleasure in his ample endowment.

As he lifted me effortlessly onto his bed, I reveled in his touch, relishing every sensation. His tender attention to my body aroused me further, eliciting unrestrained moans of pleasure.

Lost in the moment, I felt myself growing increasingly aroused, yearning for him to claim me as his own. The anticipation of his marking intensified my desire, fueling my arousal to new heights.

But then, unexpectedly, he halted our encounter, abruptly withdrawing from our intimacy. Confusion and disbelief clouded my thoughts as I watched him don his clothes with an air of detachment.

“What’s wrong?” I questioned, bewildered by his sudden change in demeanor.

“I’m not interested anymore. I’m tired and in need of rest,” he replied flatly, his words cutting through the intimacy of the moment.

His rejection left me stunned and disheartened, struggling to comprehend his abrupt dismissal. It was as if he had extinguished the flame of passion that had burned between us, leaving me in a state of disbelief and frustration.

“Are you okay at all? How could you say something like that? I was hoping that you would mark me this time around. Here you are, you cannot even have sex with me? What has gotten into you?” I questioned, my confusion and frustration evident in my voice.

“You thought I was going to mark you? I told you to be patient. It’s not the right time yet, don’t be like this and wait for the right time,” he responded calmly, his words only adding to my bewilderment.

“What do you mean it’s not the right time? I’ve waited patiently for years, hoping for this moment. What more do you want from me? Is it because of her? Do you think there’s still a chance for you two?” I pressed, mentioning Alicia’s name in an attempt to understand his sudden change in behavior.

His reaction was immediate, his gaze turning sharp and his tone filled with anger. The mere mention of her name seemed to trigger a strong emotion within him, leaving me wondering about the depth of their past connection.