Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 219

“Then what is it that you do know?” Xavier questioned, beginning to lose his patience.

Lucas, who was beginning to find it difficult to breathe, began tearing up. He croaked, “That I’m going to be slaughtered alive if I say something.”

Xavier let him go, rushing over to grab something from the corner of the dingy room. In a matter of seconds, Lucas was all chained up. Now unable to touch his face with his hand, he wailed, “What is it that you want from me?”

“I want answers,” Xavier answered, cupping Lucas’ jaw, “And unless I start getting answers from you, you remain locked here, and you continue to make me lose my patience.”

“Do your best,” Lucas croaked, “I’m not saying a word.”

The alpha rolled his eyes, before he expertly twisted Lucas’ arm, so much so that Lucas shrieked in pain and tried his very best to move away from Xavier.

“Stop, stop!” He yelled.

“First, your arms. Then, your legs. So on, until I reach your throat,” he spoke, a dark, murderous aura surrounding him.

There was no doubt in Lucas’ mind that this man wanted to kill him. The only thing that was keeping him alive was what he was keeping from Xavier.

“But if I tell you, you could just kill me,” he stammered.

“And if you don’t, you’ll die sooner, it’s all a matter of timing. You tell me what you were doing around here, and you get some more time to live,” Xavier said, beginning to sound bored and impatient. Continuing, he told Lucas, a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t, and you’ll wish you were buried six feet underneath the ground and as far away from me as possible.”

“But I’ve done nothing wrong, I was just walking around Eudora!” Lucas reasoned, his eyes wide as he tried his best not to glance over at his arms.

“A spellcaster walking around Eudora? How coincidental,” remarked Xavier.

“B-but I’m n-not–”

“Don’t try to deny it, Lucas,” Xavier said, adding, “You’re wasting my time.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! But can’t we talk things out? Let me go and I swear not to let a word of this to anyone? I don’t mean any harm!”

“Foolish mortal, but you’ve already admitted that someone sent you here.”

The prisoner’s voice turned shaky as he told Xavier, “He’ll kill me.”

“And you think I won’t?” Xavier inquired, scoffing.

A crack sound was heard before Lucas felt unbearable pain in his leg, which then felt prickly and turned numb soon after.

‘Kill me now,’ he thought to himself.

[Author’s Note: Just going to put it out there, this is not medically accurate. Moving on to the story…]

Screams, shrieks and yells echoed off of the room’s walls as Xavier continued his torment, breaking Lucas into telling him what he wanted to know from the man, who was supposed to be a relatively powerful spellcaster. He had sent a couple of deltas to bring him to a room farther away from Eudora, outside the barrier.

It didn’t take long before Lucas had broken. He cursed his luck. Of course he had been caught.

His master certainly wouldn’t be pleased. It would come as a shock to Xavier to discover that he hadn’t been lying when he said he didn’t know who sent him. He truly didn’t know who sent him. All he knew was that the man he worked for was powerful. He didn’t know what the man looked like, only what he sounded like.

However, one thing was for certain, once his master got news that his servant had been caught, it wouldn’t be long before he took action to prevent his plan from getting ruined. This certainly wasn’t a part of his plans, and the darned servant hadn’t intended to be caught in the first place. It risked putting the entire plan to jeopardy.

Lucas had been offered a reward, but was it really as significant as his life?

“Stop, please,” he spoke, panting as blood dripped down his body.

Xavier didn’t break a sweat, looking impeccable as ever, even when his shirt was soaked with Lucas’ blood, his hands as well. For a moment, he felt grateful Madeline wasn’t here, and wasn’t able to see him like this.

“Still won’t talk, eh?” He sneered.

“I can’t talk!”

“What is it that is so important that you can’t talk about it, even if it means you’d lose your life over it?” Xavier asked.

For a brief moment, he thought back to Madeline. If someone was about to kill him, and they asked this question, that would be his answer. Of course, he wouldn’t say it to their face, but that would be his answer. Madeline, his one weakness.

As for Lucas however, it was written all across the man’s face.

To think, the reward he had been offered wasn’t as significant as his life but he was still persistent on keeping everything his master had planned a secret. It was greed that overcame him, it was why he had accepted his master’s offer. But would it be greed that would be the very thing that got him killed?

Lucas didn’t want to die, he refused to.

“I’ve been very lenient to you,” Xavier admitted, adding, “If I were any grumpier, I’d be staring at your corpse.”

“Please… I don’t want to be killed. Please don’t kill me, I have a soulmate.”

Xavier glared at him, telling him, “You’re lying.”

Lucas lowered his head, dejected it hadn’t worked. He already felt like he was dying with what Xavier had done to him, could it really get any worse than this?

“What if I tell you something?” Lucas questioned, having difficulty breathing. Everywhere hurt.

Xavier answered nonchalantly, “I’ll leave you be for now. That is, if you don’t try anything.”

Desperate not to get killed, Lucas said to him, “Then I’ll tell you something.”

“I’m waiting,” Xavier said, getting ready to make Lucas regret lying.

The man had already lied many times to his face, even after he’d gone through so much pain. If he was still capable of lying, who knew what else he was capable of?

Xavier felt his eyes glow red, sensing his wolf wanting to take over all of a sudden.