His Witchy Mate

~ Alicia ~

The car finally came to a halt in front of the imposing palace, and my heart sank even further. This was where I had once felt safe and secure, but now it had become a place of uncertainty and fear.

Lucian’s grip on my hand tightened as he pushed me closer to him, his words cutting through the thick tension in the car. “Come to my room in exactly ten minutes,” he ordered, his voice low and menacing. “Not a minute late, Alicia, or you’ll see the worst of me.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I could only nod in response, the weight of his anger and the ominous promise in his words hanging heavily in the air. His sudden transformation had left me shaken, and I had no choice but to comply with his demand.

With a final, warning glance, Lucian got out of the car, leaving me alone with a racing heart and a sense of foreboding. I watched as he disappeared into the palace, his imposing figure fading into the distance.

The minutes ticked by slowly, each one filled with a sense of dread. I knew I had little time before I would have to face whatever awaited me in Lucian’s room, and the uncertainty of it all left me trembling.

I stepped out of the car, my legs feeling like jelly as I made my way into the foreboding palace. The encounter with Lucian had left me shaken, and the weight of his anger still clung to me like a suffocating shroud.

As I entered the palace, my anxiety grew with each passing step. It felt like I was walking into the lion’s den, uncertain of what awaited me. The grandeur of the palace, once a place of awe and wonder, now felt like a gilded prison.

Just as I was making my way through the ornate corridors, the same maid who had informed Lucian about my absence rushed up to me, her expression filled with worry. She was clearly flustered as she addressed me, “Alicia, the Alpha has been looking for you. He’s furious. You need to make a coffee for him and take it to his room before his anger escalates further.”

My heart sank at her words. I couldn’t afford to anger Lucian any more than I already had. With a nod, I quickly agreed and made my way to the kitchen to prepare the coffee. It was a simple task, but the weight of the situation made it feel like an insurmountable challenge.

As I brewed the coffee, my hands trembled with a mix of fear and anticipation. Lucian’s sudden change in demeanor had caught me off guard, and I had no idea what to expect when I entered his room. All I knew was that I needed to do everything in my power to avoid his wrath.

Once the coffee was ready, I carefully carried it to Lucian’s room, my heart pounding in my chest. I had little time left before the ten-minute deadline he had given me, and I couldn’t afford to be a minute late.

I stood before Lucian’s room, my heart pounding in my chest, and knocked hesitantly on the door. The sound of his voice granting me entry made me flinch, and I carefully pushed the door open.

The room was shrouded in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn shut, casting an eerie atmosphere that sent a shiver down my spine. Lucian sat on a plush sofa, his silhouette defined by the dim light filtering through the window.

As I entered the room, I couldn’t help but wonder why Lucian was reacting this way. I had only gone out for a short while, so what was the big deal? The unease gnawed at me, but before I could dwell on it further, Lucian’s voice, thunderous and filled with anger, demanded my attention.

“Come here,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

My hands trembled as I placed the coffee on the table in front of him, and I stood before him, my gaze locked on the floor. I could feel his intense scrutiny, his eyes boring into me like lasers, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

The room felt stifling, and I couldn’t shake the fear that gripped me. What had caused this sudden change in Lucian, and what did he intend to do now?

Lucian’s eyes bore into me as he demanded, “With whose permission did you leave the palace?”

I remained silent, my gaze fixed firmly on the floor, unable to meet his intense stare. His voice thundered once more, making me shiver with fear.

“Answer me,” he ordered, his patience wearing thin.

I stammered, “Please, Lucian, don’t act like this. I… I’m scared.”

His response was cold and unforgiving. “You haven’t even faced my punishment yet for your daring act, and you’re already scared.”

With that, he got up from the sofa, his steps purposeful and deliberate. Panic surged within me, and I instinctively moved backward, my retreat halted as my back met the unyielding wall.

Lucian closed the distance between us, his hands on either side of me, effectively trapping me. I was caught between his imposing presence and the unrelenting wall. There was no escape, and my heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

Lucian’s grip on my arms tightened, his face a mere breath away from mine. His eyes bored into me as he demanded, “Who was that man? You were out for only a short while, and you’ve already found another man to play with?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I tried to find my voice, my shock evident in my trembling words. “Are you out of your mind? I was about to fall down, and he just saved me.”

Lucian’s laugh sent shivers down my spine, and it was anything but comforting. It was dark and filled with a menacing edge. “What a coincidence,” he mocked, “out of all the people, you just happened to fall into that man’s arms.”

His fingers dug into my arms, causing pain to shoot through me. I winced, the discomfort evident on my face, and I pleaded, “Lucian, please, let me go.”

But there was no mercy in his eyes, only a cold and unyielding determination.