Chapter 133
Kaiden
She wasn’t Aurora. Aurora wasn’t cruel. Why did I even think she was Aurora? For fuck’s sake there were hundreds of people with the same eyes. She looked nothing like her, acted cold towards me and worst she had another man. She was not my
Aurora.
Why did I get my hopes up? Aurora is dead.
“Are you going to keep me hostage here?” I growled at the elderly woman in front of me. Days had passed by since I saw Genevieve, and the little witch. I was held here against my wish. This was the first time I was stepping out of their ‘guest
room.
“Sit down.” She said with a straight face. I arched my brow, staring at the faces in the hall. Most were new faces I never seen before.
“Why am I here?” I pressed ignoring her words. She scowled at me, turning to Ginny with a quizzical expression.
“If you won’t sit, then suit yourself.” Little witchy scoffed crossing her arms. I pursed my lips, my eyes burning into her skin.
She was the reason I was in this situation in the first place. If she hadn’t alarmed them about my presence, I wouldn’t have to endure staying this close to cunning witches.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” She asked with slight fearing, averting my gaze and wrapping her arms around her body.
“It would be nice to actually kill you, little witch.” I spat with sardonically. I pulled the chair closer placed in middle of the hall, slumping into it with a stoic expression.
“Did you just threaten her?” Ginny asked in anger, gnashing her teeth. I didn’t respond, enjoying the way their eyes gouged out of its socket in fear I managed to input in them.
“It’s fine, Evie. I’m sure he was just messing around.” She stated with an awkward smile.
I turned my attention back to Genevieve with a questioning look. She cleared her throat, noticing my stare. “The Coven needed to see you.” She informed glancing at the elderly woman.
“How did you-” She started, but I groaned, rubbing my forehead in frustration.
“Do I need to fucking scream my lungs out so you could understand me?” I laughed sarcastically, puffing air from my nostrils to relax my nerves. They stared back at me in shock from the sudden outburst.
“I’m sick of answering your dumb ass questions.” I snapped, dimming my eyes in fury. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have listened to Ariel, but it was late to regret.
“We can’t let you go.” The elderly woman who had a striking resemblance to Ginny. She was her mother.
“What?” I chuckled, clicking my tongue. “You won’t let me go?” I repeated with an intense gaze.
“We can’t risk letting you bringing in more beasts to slay us.” She explain curtly.
“I won’t.” I reassured boldly, but they weren’t convinced.
“Do you expect us to believe you?” Ginny’s lover scoffed, staring at me with amazement. “Your kind are all liars.”
“Yes? And you aren’t?” I retorted back sarcastically. He slammed his hand on the table, opening his mouth to speak but Ginny shook her head in disapproval.
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“You will stay here till we are sure you aren’t a threat.” Ginny declared firmly.
“I don’t have a wolf. I can’t fucking hurt anyone in this state.” I said in pointing at my body.
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“We found out about you and it’s best you remain here.” Ginny’s mother said in contempt, shaking her head as she stared at
- me.
They learnt about my cruelty in the past. It was a little disappointing I couldn’t live up to my name. I clicked my tongue as an idea formed in my head. It may not be such a bad idea to stay here.
“I will stay, but you will break the curse on me.” I declared, unbuttoning my shirt slowly.
“What are you doing?” The bastard snapped at me as I shred the shirt out of my body. The little witch gasp loudly as she stared at the scar on my chest.
“This.” I pointed at the scar on my chest, “You witches did this to me.” I spat coldly with a burning gaze.
“Who did you offend?” Little witchy asked in concern, but I chuckled, shooting daggers.
“Is it a deal or do I need to attack?” I pressed seeing the way the remained silent.
“We will help you.” The little witchy declared glancing at Ginny nervously.
“Elara!” They all snapped glaring at her. She jumped from the chair in fear, backing away from them. Her name was Elara?
The elderly woman rubbed her forehead, sighing deeply. “We can’t help you.” She countered.
“You will help him, Mom.” She declared fiercely. I stared at her blankly, narrowing my eyes. She was on my side, just what does she have in her sleeves? She suddenly grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the room and slamming the door with a loud thud.
I yanked my hand out of her hold once we were out, wiping the hand on my trousers in disgust.
“Are you okay?” She asked nervously, touching the burnt scar on my chest, but I yanked her hand off angrily.
“Dare touch me again, and I will break your hands.” I threatened in a warning tone, pushing her away and walking to my ‘new home!
“You’re so ungrateful.” She snarled, trailing behind me. “I’m the reason you are getting treated. The least you can say is a fucking thank you.” She poked my chest.
“Who put this stupid curse on me? Your kind.” I spat in venom, taking a step closer to her in a predatory gaze.
“And why are you acting protective over me, little witch? Just what sort of games are you playing now?” I demanded, stepping forward but she backed away in shock.
“I’m not playing any game.” She whispered in a shaky voice. I hissed in response, storming into my room.
