"Hold on... you are telling me that whoever kidnapped me... were experimenting on humans and turning them into shifters?" she frowned.
Matthew nodded in response.
"And you are saying it’s a witch?" she reiterated his words while staring at the images of the ’crime scene’. These were images of the house she was in. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The bloody scene, the room in the attic, the hallway, the stairs, then the dungeon like basement that had jail cells and equipment that was meant to hold a beast or a shifter. Of course, they also found the room where she was kept. It was an iron box, just as she predicted.
Again he nodded.
She started pacing, maintaining a safe distance from him as she examined the other images and documents that he handed her.
"I worked with Trillium for a year and I... " True, she was just an officer. Maybe her rank wasn’t enough for her to know the important details.
"I am sure Trillium had been aware of this," she added. Now that she thought about it, this might be the reason why Samuel wanted her to work with the Lycans! To let her know about this!
When Matthew maintained his silence, she asked.
"What about Amelia?" she frowned when she realized something. "Did she really work for you or... you just wanted to use her as a reason to get close to me?"
"Both."
His honesty baffled her.
"She was one of our employees but she left when she got pregnant."
"You allowed her to leave just like that?"
He shrugged. "She was handling trivial matters. We don’t usually trust witches who aren’t bound to us."
"And by bound..."
"Slave," he clarified. "Each of us... that are part of the Royal clan have our own witch. Like a partner. They will serve us until they die."
She gulped at that. For some reason, the term ’serve’ had a different meaning inside her head. She hated how his words had this effect on her.
"Do you have one?" she asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"My mother... was cursed by one."
"That— " The coincidence is making her speechless. Just like how Gabriella was killed by a shifter, Matthew’s mother was also killed by a witch. She observed his reaction or the lack thereof. On the outside, he looked indifferent, cold even. But she could actually feel the anger that burst inside him when he mentioned his mother.
She wanted to ask more questions about his past. Weirdly enough, she was honestly curious about his mother’s death. But she didn’t want to poke the angry beast inside him.
"I am assuming you have some information about the kidnapper?"
He smiled at that. "Of course."
"And? Are you planning to show it to me?"
"Not unless you kiss me." A sheepish grin appeared on his face.
"You— "
"Shouldn’t I get something for saving you?" Arms crossed, he leaned against the edge of a desk. The posture was idle yet it emphasized his long powerful legs.
"You have been avoiding me for days," she said. She glanced at the camera inside the room, waved her hand then flashed her eyes back to him.
"You want to explain that?" she asked as she leaned against the glass door.
"I was busy. Company."
She snorted. Funny how the maids always told her he was away in a meeting when she could fucking feel him, his presence near her. It was something that she noticed the moment she woke up. No. It was something that started since that kiss.
"And scared," she added.
"Scared?"
"Scared that what you did frightened me." That was only her assumption. But that was actually the only plausible reason why he would hide from her after saving her.
For a second, he stared at her. Guilt flashed in his eyes.
"Were you?" he asked.
"Scared of you?" she scoffed. "I’ve seen worse, Matthew."
"Good." He smirked. "I knew. Something like that wouldn’t scare you." The change in his appearance was instant. From guilt to... pride. What was he so proud of?
She frowned, unable to understand what just happened. Was she wrong after all? She knew he was scared but...
"What is it then?"
"Hm?" he got up.
"What is what?"
"What are you scared of?" she lifted her chin. "Tell me." That was not a question. It was an order. She wanted to know why he had been avoiding her. What was he scared of? She wondered if it was a part of this mating thing. Or maybe it was the mating thing that scared him.
"Relentless as always." He got up and approached the board where different images from crime scenes were pinned. It was as if he was enjoying the carnage that he did for her. His back was on her but she could feel the pride emanating from him.
"He wanted more." He said after a long silence.
"Who?"
"The wolf."
"It wanted to mark you." He faced her as he added, "As his."
She swallowed when she saw the sudden golden glint in his eyes. Weirdly enough, she didn’t feel intimidated. It didn’t frighten her. Instead, it sent tremors of pleasure down her legs. The weird aura was once again pouring out of his body. Lust, pride, adoration swirled around him.
Her pulse quickened when he suddenly moved towards her.
"Matthew..."
The golden tint in his eyes had become obvious as his warm calloused hands lifted her chin up. Without saying a word, his lips attacked hers. It wasn’t the same kiss that they shared inside that house. This one was more brutal, hurried. It was savage and wet, hot and damn...
Instead of stopping him, she tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his head. She welcomed him.
Heady sensations, something that she had not felt before knowing him surged towards her pxssy. She cursed inwardly. She was wet.
From a damn kiss.
Tremors rose inside her as his hand crept towards his breast and suddenly pinched her hardened nipples. She whimpered in between the kisses. Then his lips moved down to her neck, sucking, licking and nibbling at her flesh. She moaned as she threw away all the restraint that she had.
Her entrance throbbed for him.
And she knew... she knew then that mate or not. She would like this man to fxck her until she lost her mind.
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