Chapter 3

Punishment

I pulled my hand from him. I rose from bed. I winced as I felt my healing bruises around my body. My eyes surveyed around the room I am in. It’s a totally different room from the cold cell I knew.

And as if he knew the question in my mind, he explained why I’m here.

“This will be the interrogating room. At the same time, this is where you will stay.”

“You shouldn’t be here with me.”

My head remained lowered as he spoke.

“And why is that?”

“Shouldn’t you know that I can kill you here in a snap?”

“Shouldn’t you know that your body is not in the right condition to kill an Alpha?” he came back at me.

I smirked unconsciously. I looked around. The room is painted with gold on the walls. Furnitures were antique yet classic. Even the bed sheets felt premium something a slave shouldn’t have. The room is wide and spacious. Doesn’t look like a prison cell for an assassin.

“Too fancy for a slave,” I whispered but he still heard it.

“I found out something…”

I immediately felt my stomach tighten in fear of what they would have found out. I raised my head at him slowly as I tried to remain calm.

“We investigated your items…” he trailed off.

I swallowed hard.

“And?” I asked with my voice threatening to shake.

“I found out something.”

“I know. You already said it. Spill it,” I felt so impatient.

He smirked but then hid it anyway.

“You’re in this room because I found out you’re not from the lower class just like common Warrior Witches. From your items, you might be in the upper class. An Elite or a Noble. And you might be a slave here but you’re still from the upper class. You know the conflict between Witches and Werewolves and if they find out that you’re sleeping in the cell, conflict may happen.”

I stifled a laugh yet it didn’t have humor, just hiding my nervousness. They can’t find out about my identity. They can’t find out that I’m a Dival, daughter of the previous Grand Wizard.

“You’re judging your treatment towards me with my personal items? You’re dumb if you don’t know that Warrior Witches have the same privilege as the upper-classes. They have the privilege to have the same weapons as the upper-class Warrior Witches.”

He looked at me intently. Silence stretched at every corner of the huge room before he took out a familiar dagger from his pocket. My mouth opened as I saw my dagger. The light reflected on the emblem on it.

Sette. It was on the dagger.

”Only the upper-class can have personalized emblem on their weapons,” he said in a matter of a fact.

I smirked at him. My eyes stared at those tantalizing dark pair of eyes. He had pitch black irises. His long lashes made him look dreamier. He had a sharp jaw, thin but kissable lips, he had a clean cut on his hair. I haven’t seen him smile before and I had the urge to see him smile.

I blinked a couple of times realizing that I’m getting pulled into his presence. The pill I drank is starting to weaken because this time, I’m closer to him.

“And how sure are you that I’m really Sette?”

He narrowed his eyes on me. My eyes followed his tongue as he licked his lips. I immediately looked away when I felt the sudden thirst. Shit.

He walked closer to me and leaned his head closer to my ear. I felt his heavy hot breathing on my neck. I closed my eyes feeling too much tension in me.

“Let’s start the interrogation. Let’s stop with the flirting, shall we?”

My eyes widened a fraction and I snapped back to reality. What did he say?

“Bold of you to assume that I’m flirting with you,” I scoffed.

The side of his lips curled to a smirk. I felt my heart skip a beat. Damn. This is bad.

“Your eyes are flirting with me, Woman.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let’s start the interrogation or I won’t be able to hold back and just stay here all day.”

My jaw dropped. I couldn’t react properly with what he said. I can’t laugh about it even if I want to. It’s ridiculous! He’s ridiculous! He should have known that now that he met me, he’s bound to die one way or another.

I just shut my mouth and prevent myself from talking. There’s already tension building up between us and I don’t want it to grow more.

He sat in front of me and skimmed on the papers he’s holding. I don’t usually adore men. All my life, I was never interested in them. Except if they were one of those models who were ripped, toned, tall, godly features, and to die for presence.

But this man in front of me looks like he just came out of the magazine. He had his other leg bent on his knees making the muscles on his leg protrude. He wasn’t too much bulky, his body was in the perfect shape making women drool over him.

“Sette Val, right?”

I licked my dry lips as I eyed him.

“I can be anyone I want.”

He sighed like he knew it’ll be hard for him to squeeze something from me.

“I am giving you a favor here. You’re safe if I will interrogate you.”

“I didn’t ask for it,” I stayed cold and stern.

“Then what do you want?” he eyed me intently.

I looked away from him. I couldn’t handle the tension anymore. I don’t know if I’m the only one feeling the heat inside this huge room. For a big room, it seemed so small with Lane here with me. I cleared my throat to answer.

“Release me. Forget I came here.”

He shook his head in complete displeasure of what I said.

“I won’t. The last time I checked, you want me dead.”

My lips slowly made a smirk. He followed every move of my lips making me feel the small tingles in my body.

“How sure are you? I was at the forest to hunt. Unfortunately, the arrow I’m aiming to the deer was directed to your direction somehow.”

“Somehow?” he sounded intrigued.

I nodded.

“Yup! You don’t have to worry about your life since I don’t fancy a dog,” there was a hint of insult in my tone.

I expected him to be offended with my words and tone but instead, he looked challenged, interested even with my choice of words. I looked away when I felt the tension rising to the heavens.

His brows wiggled playfully as he tried to hide a smirk on his lips. He shifted on his seat comfortably and looked at me intently.

“Then you should worry for your life then,” he huskily spoke.

I breathed in an amount of air.

“W-why?”

“Because I’m kinda hypnotized by a Witch.”

What did he mean? I felt my heart hammer in my ribcage. My head hurt trying to process what he said. My breathing stopped as my eyes met his. Those eyes that held the night sky. It was dark, pitch black. But I saw stars shining.

“I have been thinking of a way to punish you. You attempted to kill me but failed. Your organization has abandoned you and you have nowhere to go because I won’t let you go.”

I gritted my teeth. My heart shouldn’t be beating this loud.

“You can kill me if you want to punish me.”

“I won’t do that.”

“How should I be punished then?” my lips shivered.

“Be my Luna,” his voice trembled with every word as my heart forgot to beat.