His Witchy Mate

I felt drained, uncertain whether I was right or wrong. I was certain she was the killer; it couldn’t have been an accident. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I opened it to find they had brought food for me, a variety of dishes that seemed delightful.

“Are you okay?” Bryan barged into the room.

“We can talk later,” Elara excused herself, leaving Bryan and me alone.

“How are you doing? What are you doing here?” I asked, puzzled by his presence in my room. I wondered what had brought him here.

“I heard about what happened to you and rushed here immediately. Who could do something so heartless to you?” He held my hands.

“Why do you say so? I thought you were going to accuse me like the rest did,” I muttered.

“Do I look like that kind of person? Do I seem that heartless?” He moved closer to me.

“No! I mean two people were claiming that I was the one who did something like that. I thought everyone was going to believe what they were saying,” I explained, and then he scoffed.

“I don’t believe things that I don’t see. I am very sure that you wouldn’t be the one behind something like this. There is no reason why you would even want to do something like that. My aunt is now in heaven, resting well,” he assured me. I felt increasingly uncomfortable with his touch, which I didn’t appreciate.

“You shouldn’t commit suicide again, please.” He withdrew his hand from my hair, perhaps sensing my discomfort.

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“You should start eating so that you can gain more energy,” he suggested, and I nodded. Gaining more energy was essential for me to recover and face whatever challenges lay ahead.

It wasn’t long before the guard returned to the room, holding a box in his hand. “You are injured right on your forehead, and I am going to treat it for you,” he said as he sat beside me on the edge of the bed. His hand touched my forehead, applying something that stung a bit but was necessary for the treatment.

The door creaked open, and I sighed at the prospect of yet another interruption.

“What are you doing here? Are you not aware that she needs absolute rest?” Lucian, entering the room, questioned Bryan, who was treating me.

“What right do you think you have to shout at him that way? He’s the only one who believed that I wasn’t the one who killed your sister. He’s the only one who didn’t buy into those false accusations,” I said, holding back tears after deciding not to fight anymore.

“I told you I was going to find out the real truth,” Lucian fired back, but before he could complete his statement, Bryan interrupted him.

“She almost got herself killed because none of you refused to believe her. Is this the only way you could repay her? Why do you even care about her? All she did was make her suffer more. If your plan was to kill her, why not just let her suffer?” Bryan defended me passionately, and I eagerly awaited Lucian’s response to the pressing question.

Lucian sighed and dropped the first aid box he was carrying. He glanced at Bryan, then walked out of the room. It seemed the tension was palpable between them.

Bryan came back to my side, attempting to reassure me. I chuckled nervously, not wanting to escalate any conflict between the two cousins. Their relationship had already been strained by recent events, and I didn’t want to add to the turmoil.

“Don’t mind him,” Bryan said as he resumed treating my wound. I nodded in agreement, not wanting to dwell on the confrontation. After finishing the treatment, Bryan left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Elara’s Pov:

Louis’s eyes widened in surprise as he absorbed the shocking revelation. He leaned forward, asking incredulously, “So, you’re confessing to killing Ena? Why are you only telling me now? Who else knows about it, aside from us?”

“Do I have to answer that question?” I responded calmly. “The only people aware of it are the two guards I manipulated. They didn’t witness the act, but I made them believe someone else was responsible. Admitting it might put me in jeopardy.”

Louis sat back, processing the information, clearly taken aback by the unexpected admission.

“Thank you for sharing this with me so promptly. I’m proud that you took care of her. Regarding the two guards, I’ll handle it, and you can rest assured. Even if the woman you framed is later proven innocent, you won’t be in danger,” Louis reassured me.

He was the only one I could turn to for help in situations like this. My only desire was for Lucian to eliminate Alicia. I would find a way to make it happen, ensuring we could proceed with our plans and put my mind at ease around Lucian.

I couldn’t stand seeing him giving Alicia attention, and I hoped her demise would put an end to it. I walked up to my brother.

“I need to go now. There are things I need to discuss with Dad. As the Alpha, it’ll be easier for me to carry out various plans against him,” Louis informed me.

I felt genuinely happy for him. After a reassuring hug, he left my room to attend to his responsibilities.

Lucian’s POV:

In my attempt to ensure her safety, I was willing to take care of her wounds myself. However, to my surprise, when I arrived, Bryan was already there, attending to her.

The whole situation was painful for me to contemplate; I desperately wanted to erase the images from my mind. It was challenging to accept that Bryan felt entitled to stand against me while I was talking to her.

“What made him think he had the right to talk to me that way?” I questioned myself while I paced up, and down around the room. I was holding in my anger.

She is my personal maid. I was supposed to be the only one who could get to talk to her or to command her.