Her Devilish Alpha - Chapter 220

His wolf was fighting to take over, which was unusual. Xavier barely had any control over his other side. The only thing keeping him from transforming into his wolf form was sheer willpower.

Killing Lucas would do no good, not when he hadn’t given him any useful information he could work with. There was always the possibility he was a great liar… And Xavier refused to let Lucas out of his sight, even if Xavier had left him unable to do anything other than speaking and casting a few spells.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t know who sent me here… I don’t know who I’m working for. I promise you, I’m telling the truth,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was barely a whisper.

Xavier stared at him, having a hard time believing he was lying. It didn’t seem like he was lying.

“So what, you work for a nameless, faceless person?” Xavier demanded.

To his surprise, Lucas nodded, gulping. Closing his eyes shut, he knew that he had to do whatever it took to stay alive, even if it meant telling Xavier what he wanted to hear, with the exception of a couple of things.

Deep down, he knew he’d die regardless, but he’d have some extra time, especially if he was locked up in the room. His master wouldn’t have any trouble finding him, that he was sure of, but that didn’t mean he could plan his escape and run for the hills. Or perhaps, he could beg his master to forgive him and take him back.

Maybe then… his master would take him back and not kill him. If he didn’t say much about his master’s plan, and kept that part to himself, maybe he’d get out of this alive, even if he’d already lost his perfectly good arms and legs in the process.

“Then what are you doing here?” Xavier demanded, getting straight to the point.

“Must you keep on interrogating me? Look at what you’ve done to my arms and my legs, I can’t feel my hands and toes.”

“You did that to yourself,” the alpha hissed, continuing, “So tell me, what were you sent here for?”

He could see it in Lucas’ eyes. Lucas had not-so-expertly dodged his question, and Xavier took notice of that.

“I-I–”

“Speak,” Xavier said, his eyes boring into his.

Lucas swallowed, wondering how long he could go. He had lost his arms… his legs… what next? He already felt like he was going to pass out at any moment, the pain was too much to bear. The only thing that kept him from passing out was the spell he had uttered, numbing a portion of the pain that Xavier had inflicted upon him.

“Will you leave me alive if I do?”

“That depends what it is you decide to tell me.”

“What if I get killed anyway?”

“If you still get killed by the master you work for, then so be it,” Xavier said nonchalantly, without a care in the world.

So long as he got what he needed from Lucas, whether he lived or died wasn’t his concern. For all he knew, Lucas might have been the one behind Indiana’s death. Indiana was one of his own, she was a part of Eudora. Finding the person, or people responsible for her death was one of his top priorities.

“The ferals,” Lucas croaked, grabbing Xavier’s attention.

“Go on.”

“There was a spell I had been researching that could turn normal werewolves into ferals, all with an incantation,” he explained, adding, “I never intended to use it for any horrible deeds or anything like that.”

He knew that Xavier desperately wanted to find out who was responsible behind the ferals, so he decided to admit it. He was going to die one way or another. If not in Xavier’s hands, then in his master’s.

It was as though a weight had been lifted off his chest when he had told Xavier the truth. He had created a spell that would turn any normal werewolf into a feral. However, Xavier didn’t take that too well. He had never looked more upset before.

“So it was you.”

Indiana meant well. The girl didn’t deserve to die, and he certainly wouldn’t let her death go in vain. She had played a part in saving Eudora, and to think he was standing across from the man that created the spell to turn werewolves into ferals…

Not denying Xavier’s claim, Lucas explained, his voice trembling, “I spent most of my entire life studying werewolves. I created a spell to turn a werewolf into a feral, and I intended to use it to reverse the spell as well, so those that were turned into ferals could return back to what they once were. So that they wouldn’t just have to be killed.”

Xavier had to resist the urge to kill Lucas right then and there. No, it couldn’t be. He envisioned Lucas capturing werewolves, turning them into ferals. All for what? Experiments? A spell that hadn’t even been created?

If there really was a spell that was capable of turning ferals back into normal werewolves, Indiana wouldn’t be dead. She’d be perfectly fine, and Madeline and Briar wouldn’t have had to go through all that they did.

The nights Madeline had fallen asleep crying in bed, missing her friend who had been killed by her mate were etched in his head. He had killed Indiana.

He wasn’t sure whether to be upset at Lucas, upset at himself, or upset at his luck. Why couldn’t they have found Lucas just as Indiana were to turn into a feral? Maybe then Lucas could have cured her with convincing…

Xavier shook his head, his eyes cold and lifeless as he spoke, his voice raspy as he knew he had to do whatever it took to get as much information as possible from Lucas.

“Tell me everything else.. I will not kill you if you tell me everything you know, and I’ll make sure that nothing happens to you if you do.”