BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon by Cassandra M

073 – Calm Down Your Fire

ADAN STONE.

I grunted in discomfort as my eyes snapped open. Pain coursed from my back to every corner of my body, and it rattled me for a second until I was able to make sure that my walls were still up. I didn’t want Lucy to feel even a tiny bit of the pain her father gave me.

“Aargh…” I groaned. I couldn’t roll over and couldn’t lay on my back, but compared to the pain before I fell asleep or passed out, what I had at the moment was bearable.

I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to steady my breathing, trying to process everything that had happened when Lucien walked into the dungeon and began to emotionally torture me.

He kept telling me that Lucy was bound for greater things and that I would be her weakness. That my slightest pain and discomfort would eventually render Lucy incapable of doing her daily routine. He said Lucy would never do the same thing to me that she would protect me by taking all the pain herself.

Until it dawned on me, he wanted me to control my pain and not give it to Lucy.

And like the fucking weak Alpha that I was, I succumbed – because hurting my mate was never on my list. So I put my walls up, and my wolf helped me, making sure that every burn and every whip

would never get past the walls that we built around us.

I could take more. Lucien kept whipping, and I kept negotiating despite the bleeding and the pain all over my body.

He wanted me to leave, and never come

back.

I wanted to leave and take Lucy with me. I negotiated that he could create a direct portal to my territory and be allowed

there anytime to visit her, but the fucking

devil was too selfish. He wanted me out of

Lucy’s way.

He wanted me to forget her.

Or tell him where he could find the witch.

Either of the two meant the same thing: dying. Without Lucy, life would not be worth living. And if I were to give him the witch, I would be giving him the capacity

to kill me.

But I wouldn’t go that way. I wanted a life with my mate. And it might take a while to get to the happily ever after I wanted for us, but we would get there.

In the end, Lucien whipped me like he wanted my soul out of my body. But I didn’t scream. I didn’t even growl. I took it all in, terrified that if a scream left my throat, Lucy would feel something.

I just needed to keep myself together. The more Lucien saw that his ways wouldn’t get through me, the faster he would give up on torturing me.

I was still in pain, but it felt heavenly. I could smell Lucy all around me. Maybe I was still in dreamland, sleeping in my bed. Wait?

Bed? I snapped my eyes open again, and my jaw dropped when I realized I was in Lucy’s chamber. No wonder her scent was calming me down.

“Lucy…” My voice came out throaty, but I was sure it was loud enough for her to hear me if she was just around.

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But there was no response.

I needed water.

up at the exact moment

a man get some rest from seeing

seconds, my wrists were clamped together by an

appeared out of nowhere and

tried to act calmly. One of these days,

seemed my daughter broke my rule not to see you. She brought you to her chamber.” A

wandered around the bedroom.

I didn’t answer, he motioned with his hands, and soon, two

me out

even get

King?]” One of the demons talked in their own language while I let out a sigh.

room.]” Lucien

was soon dragged out of Lucy’s

into-I had no idea where-but

a new set of torture coming my

♡♡♡

LUCY.

he

throne room,

but I needed time to control my emotions, and the

out to my brother.

He was groaning

his voice. He was most

outside Kalmerus.

is home.’ I told him, ignoring

I knew that one was not

‘I didn’t know.’

Get back here. He took

again.’

did you

to explain. Satisfy yourself and come back

as I

that would lead

I neared the hall, I was

were none, and it

loudly. Silence could be a

guards outside the throne hall, but they stepped

I approached them. It was only when I was behind the door that I heard the crack of a

at the thought

Adan being whipped again.

evil. One

pay for his

and my mother.

them, even without using any force, they opened,

on his face.

of a whip

my head snapped in

of the sound.

a chain, almost parallel to my father’s throne. I saw a single,

with thin, torn spikes at the end, but no one was holding it, and it