His Witchy Mate

As David departed once more, I was left alone with my thoughts, grappling with the weight of my own conscience. In the midst of uncertainty and turmoil, one thing remained abundantly clear: I couldn’t stand idly by while Alicia suffered.

As Bryan stormed into my room, his accusatory words pierced through the air like daggers, each one laced with righteous indignation. I braced myself for the onslaught, knowing full well that I deserved his wrath.

“What have you done to Alicia? Why are you so heartless? 100 strokes? You are going to die if you got beaten that way. Why are you like this? Do you actually think that she would have the guts to poison you?” His voice crackled with anger, his eyes ablaze with righteous fury.

I could feel the weight of his words bearing down on me, each accusation a painful reminder of the gravity of the situation. As he confronted me, I struggled to find the right words to defend my actions, knowing deep down that there was no justification for Alicia’s suffering.

“You can’t just barge into my room like this and start shouting at me. Do you even know what you’re saying? I was on the bed while all this was happening to her! The council already found out about it! What do you think we’re going to do in that case?” I retorted, my voice tinged with frustration and desperation.

Bryan’s rage faltered momentarily, his eyes reflecting a mix of disbelief and uncertainty. He understood the severity of the situation, the grim reality of Alicia’s predicament weighing heavily on both of us.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“What are you going to do in this case?” His question hung in the air, a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. I sank back onto my bed, my mind racing as I grappled with the enormity of the task before me.

In that moment of uncertainty, one thing became abundantly clear: I couldn’t allow Alicia to suffer unjustly. Despite the insurmountable odds stacked against us, I vowed to do everything in my power to right the wrongs that had been inflicted upon her.

Elara’s POV:

I felt a surge of satisfaction as I watched Alicia’s suffering unfold. It was exhilarating to see my plan falling into place, knowing that soon she would be removed from my path once and for all. The thought of her demise brought a wicked smile to my lips.

I had orchestrated the entire scheme, ensuring that Alicia would take the fall for the poisoning of Lucian. With the elders now involved, there was little chance of her escaping punishment. And I relished in the knowledge that even Lucian, with all his power and influence, would be unable to save her.

Alicia had dared to challenge me, to stand in the way of my ambitions. But now, she would pay the price for her insolence. I reveled in the thought of her regret, knowing that she would never again dare to cross me.

As I made my way back to the dungeon, I encountered the physician who had been sent to tend to Alicia. I was taken aback by her presence, wondering why she would dare to intervene on Alicia’s behalf.

“Why are you here?” I demanded, my voice dripping with disdain.

“I was sent to come and take care of the lady who was in this room,” she explained calmly.

“Who told you to do it? Are you not aware of the crime that she committed? Why would you do something like that?” I seethed, my anger boiling over as I raised my hand, ready to strike her. But before I could act, another voice interrupted, halting me in my tracks.

“I was the one who told her to do it.” The voice that spoke wasn’t Tristan’s or Bryan’s. I turned to see David standing there, and I was taken aback. How could an omega like him dare to interfere in such matters?

I watched as he approached me, his demeanor surprisingly confident. “Would you like to explain yourself? Would you like to explain the resort why you did it?” I questioned him, my curiosity piqued.

David chuckled, his demeanor unnerving. “How would you want to keep on punishing her when she is almost dead? She must have enough energy for her to be able to accept all kinds of punishment,” he explained, and his words resonated with me.

It made sense; for us to carry out any punishment, we needed her to be strong enough to endure it fully. “It was Lucian who said it,” David added, and my laughter ceased abruptly. Lucian’s involvement changed everything.

“Okay then,” I replied, my demeanor shifting as I processed the new information. If Lucian had instructed it, then it was beyond my authority to question further.

I entered the dungeon and observed Alicia quietly. She was devouring the food placed on the ground, oblivious to my presence. Her desperation was palpable, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Do you think a criminal like you deserves food, huh?” I taunted her, relishing in the power I held over her. “Would you still eat the food that way?” I challenged her, but she remained silent, continuing to eat even after I stepped on the pie.

I regarded her with contempt, unable to suppress the disgust that surged within me. Despite her hunger, she shamelessly devoured the food, even as it lay on the dirtied ground.

“That is what suits you anyways,” I remarked with disdain, squatting down to her level. Her appearance, reminiscent of a beggar, pleased me. It was exactly the image I wanted her to portray.

“Sometimes you need to really know your place. Only if you had known your place, this wouldn’t be happening to you,” I admonished her, meeting her gaze directly.

“Do you not want to know what I am talking about?” I inquired, squatting closer to her as she sat on the floor.

“I planned all of this,” I revealed, relishing the shock that registered on her face. She likely hadn’t anticipated me confessing the truth so bluntly.

“You are evil,” she accused me, but her words only elicited laughter from me. “You are a witch, and you are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be six feet under the ground,” she continued, and I seized her hair, pulling it back sharply.