Chapter 115 ACCEPTING THE BEAST

Chapter 115 ACCEPTING THE BEAST
\- MELISSA -
What is she doing?

She hasn't said anything yet. I don't understand anything at all.
I stared intently at her. My feet refused to move, but my eyes held a strong desire for her to stay.

She turned her back on me.

“Look, this was a mistake. I should have never come here. Just know I never meant to hurt you. I never, ever meant that. You will know everything tomorrow night. When you do, please don't blame me for anything that I've done. Please understand that I tried, but I was tied to this, innocent and unwilling, and I am cursed with that.”

She vanished down the passageway, silence filling the underground cell again.

It had become a regular companion, but I knew I'd never get used to it.

My arms separated, falling to my sides. I sank onto the hay bed, curling up and shutting my eyes.
Once again, I heard the whisper in my ear.

“Let me out. Let me out.”

It kept saying.

I covered my ears, buried my face in my knees, and sobbed quietly because counting the days was impossible here.

Night took longer than I expected to come. Jane, who had pretty much become my jailer, came slamming her fist against my cell bars just to wake me.

She was robed head to toe in royal blue and black, with golden bands and accessories. She looked pretty ready to hold a festival.

I rolled my eyes away after I was done looking at her, then returned to curling up and keeping quiet.

“You will get to see Luca tonight.”
My eyes lit up immediately.

I turned my head again, staring at her.

“If you get up and come nicely, that is.”

I scoffed.

“I have to admit, I commend you. You know exactly how to get me moving. Congratulations, you're really the world's worst mother.”

I shuffled up to my feet, my ragged clothes dragging on the hay bed. I came up to the cell bars and looked her right in the eyes.

“How has it been with Luca these days, huh? How does it feel to be hated by your own son, used by your own father, and made to get fucked by an Alpha with a wife who couldn't give a damn about you?”

Her eyes twitched. She clenched her fists and glared daggers into my back as I walked in front of her when I was released.

She put a smile on my face with her attitude.

It was nice to know at least one of my enemies was already suffering.

The guards held me in both arms and led me out of the prison and into the palace grounds.

The dungeon was facing a court, at least that's what it looked like. It was a four-story building. In there were torture chambers and interrogation rooms.

We were heading to the top floor.

On the top floor was a large room, half as big as the Lycan King's throne hall. There was a large table in the center and chairs circling the table and going further up like a mini indoor stadium.
I supposed criminals were tried here.

Except they didn't bring me here for a trial.

I could tell immediately when I saw the priestess and the chains on the table.

The Lycan King was in the room somewhere. I could sense him. His scent filled my nose, my gut twisting so much that I had a stomach ache again.

“Lie her on the table,” the priestess commanded.

The guards obeyed, lifting me off my feet and pressing me onto the table. They locked me down with chains.

I didn't resist.

“Where is Luca?” I finally spoke.

They all looked at me.

“Don't play dumb. I was promised I want to see him. Whatever the fuck that bitch wants to do cannot start until I see Luca.”

Lancaster laughed.

“Do you think you have a say here?”

“What you want is in my body. I assure you, you won't be able to do anything if I don't see Luca.”

The priestess scoffed, her lips parting in an attempt to retch something disgusting from his foul mouth, but the Lycan King's voice cut in.

“All right. If that's what you want.”

I turned my head to the side.

The Lycan King was standing next to some high chairs, Luca by his side, his hand wrapped around my king's thigh.

He could barely look at me.

His eyes were sore and red. He had lost weight. It was apparent on his pale face.

He peeked at me and looked away again.

I saw a maid walk up. She took Luca's hand and they started to leave together.

Her face was covered, but her scent was familiar.

It wasn't odd, though. Luca would never leave with just anyone.

I watched him drift downstream until he vanished.

This would be the last I'd see of him.

That was for sure.

But it's fine.

I was satisfied knowing he was being taken care of.

Now I can focus on other things, like getting myself out of this mess.

I shut my eyes and sucked in a breath.

In my mind, I muttered, “If I let you go, will you save me?”

The beast growled and replied,

“I smile, then you have my permission.”