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.

Snapchat

But there was no response.

I needed water.

moment

fuck! Could a man get some rest from seeing

seconds, my wrists were clamped together by an invisible force

appeared out of nowhere

I tried to act calmly. One of these days, I will fucking decapitate his

not to see you. She brought you to her chamber.” A devil’s smirk

around

didn’t answer, he motioned with his hands,

me and pulled me out

didn’t even get

the demons talked in their own language while

my throne room.]” Lucien

dragged out

no idea

new set of torture coming

♡♡♡

LUCY.

did he

throne

began walking away. I could just transport myself, but I needed

brother. If the worst happened,

He was groaning

his voice. He was most likely fucking someone at the moment.

outside Kalmerus.

I told him, ignoring his

fuck!’ I knew that one was

‘I didn’t know.’

back here.

again.’

did you

no time to explain. Satisfy yourself and come back here! Throne room!’

connection as I slid inside

would lead

I neared the hall,

but there were

heart thump loudly. Silence could be a sign

were demon guards outside the throne hall, but

when I was

heart shattered at the

Adan being whipped again.

father is evil. One of these days,

for his sins against

and my mother.

palms on the double doors and pushed them, even without using any force, they

on his face.

a whip

and my head snapped in

of the sound.

was standing, tied to a chain, almost parallel to my father’s throne. I saw a single, thick whip swinging in

at the end, but no one was holding it, and