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.

pushed my body up at the exact moment the door opened, and I found myself locking my

from seeing his fucking face? Was he back to torture

seconds, my wrists were clamped together by an invisible force

appeared out of nowhere

act calmly. One of these days, I will fucking decapitate his head and feed him to my

my rule not to see you. She brought you to

wandered around the bedroom.

he motioned with his hands, and

and pulled me out

didn’t even get to see

we take him back to the cells, my King?]” One of the demons talked in their own language while I let out a

Lucien answered and

dragged out of Lucy’s

had no idea where-but I

myself for a new set of torture coming my

♡♡♡

LUCY.

he take

throne room, my

away. I could just transport myself, but I needed

I reached out to my brother. If the worst

He was

He was most likely fucking someone at the moment. ‘Where are

fuck, Lucija. I’m outside Kalmerus. Give

is home.’ I told him,

that one was

‘I didn’t know.’

back here. He

again.’

why did you

explain. Satisfy yourself and come back here! Throne room!’ I

our connection as I

lead

neared the hall,

were

thump loudly. Silence could be a sign

the throne

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

at

Adan being whipped again.

evil. One of these

for

and my mother.

on the double doors and pushed them, even without using any force, they opened, and my eyes locked with my father’s. He was sitting on

on his face.

swoosh of a whip

and my head snapped

of the sound.

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

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