His Witchy Mate

In the dimly lit room, where my inhibitions had been overtaken by a storm of desire and uncertainty, I found myself beneath Lucian’s powerful frame. Our lips danced in a fervent and possessive kiss that left me torn between surrendering to the moment’s intensity and pushing him away.

The minutes ticked by, and the connection between us deepened. My doubts and fears were temporarily eclipsed by this consuming fervor. Despite my reservations, my hands gripped Lucian, as if searching for an anchor amidst the tempest of emotions.

In the midst of the electric exchange, as I moved with the rhythm of his kiss, a sense of shyness and vulnerability overcame me. Lucian had me ensnared in a passionate embrace, and for a moment, the world seemed to vanish around us. It was a dance of fiery attraction, yet a lingering question lingered: What did Lucian truly want from me?

Eventually, Lucian’s body shifted from above me, and his presence shifted away from me. My heartbeat echoed in my ears as I watched him rise from the bed. I was left in a tangle of emotions, my body still humming with the memory of his touch.

Lucian, with an air of enigmatic authority, headed to the washroom. The distant sound of the shower turning on filled the room. I lay there, weakened and dazed, the aftermath of our passionate encounter leaving me in a state of bliss and confusion.

As I lay on the bed, I could hardly muster the strength to move. Every inch of my body ached from the intensity of the encounter, and despite the allure of the shower’s running water, I remained where I was, too drained to do more than revel in the memory of that forbidden night.

Moments later, Lucian came out from the washroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and another to dry his hair. His presence was commanding, and he directed his gaze toward me, his expression stoic.

“Get out of the room now,” he ordered, his tone harsh and unforgiving. I felt a pang of heartbreak at his callousness, but I knew I had no choice.

With a heavy heart, I slowly climbed out of the bed and began to gather my clothes, my movements weighed down by a mixture of longing and sorrow. Dressing in silence, I prepared to exit the room.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Once I had completed dressing, I hesitated for a moment, casting one final, regretful glance around the room. Then, with a heavy heart, I left Lucian’s room and headed straight to my own room.

As I arrived, I found other maids already fast asleep, I slipped into my own bed, wrestling with the turbulent emotions that swirled within me.

~ Author ~

In her own room, Ena was unaware of the tumultuous events that had unfolded in Lucian’s chambers. Her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of her recovery, and she was nestled in her bed.

Suddenly, a maid burst into her room, wide-eyed and breathless. “Lady Ena, you won’t believe what I just saw!”

Ena, startled by the intrusion, sat up in her bed. “What happened? What did you see?”

The maid’s voice trembled with excitement and shock. “I just saw Alicia coming out of Alpha Lucian’s room!”

Ena’s eyes blazed with fury, and she clenched her fists. “What? Alicia was in Lucian’s room? That bitch! I’ll show her what happens when she tries to seduce my man!”

Ena’s anger burned hot within her. The tumultuous emotions of the night had ignited a fierce determination to protect what she believed was hers, no matter the cost. With a heart consumed by jealousy and a growing sense of competition, Ena vowed to confront Alicia and ensure she understood the consequences of her actions.

~ Alicia ~

The next morning, I rose early and prepared for my duties, knowing that I would be serving breakfast in the dining room. The previous night’s encounter with Lucian left my thoughts in disarray, and I couldn’t shake the memory of his commanding presence.

As I arranged the dishes on the dining table, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. What would happen when Lucian appeared? I was avoiding eye contact, determined not to give away any sign of weakness, though the idea of facing him again left me feeling torn.

When Lucian finally entered the room, his presence was hard to ignore. My heart raced, and I focused on my task, doing everything I could to avoid his gaze. I was careful not to look directly at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice my avoidance.

Ena, seated beside Lucian at the dining table, sensed the tension that filled the room. Her eyes moved between Lucian and me, and a sly smile played on her lips. With deliberate intent, she decided to exacerbate the situation.

“Could you please serve me some breakfast, Alicia?” Ena asked with a hint of faux sweetness in her voice.

I tried to keep my composure as I served her, but my hands trembled slightly. Just as I was carefully pouring tea into her cup, Ena suddenly nudged me, causing the scalding liquid to spill, with some landing on her hand.

Ena cried out, her face contorted in pain. “Ouch! That hurts so much!”

Lucian, immediately alarmed, reached for her hand, his eyes flashing with concern. “Ena, are you okay? Let me see.”

Ena continued to wince and whimper, exaggerating the pain she was feeling. Her eyes met mine, and there was a wicked glint in them. I knew she was using this as an opportunity to make me look careless and inept.

Lucian’s gaze turned to me, and his face contorted with anger. “Don’t you have eyes? How can you be this careless? Go get the first aid box right now!”

His words were sharp and critical, and I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. Ena’s scheme was working perfectly. As Lucian continued to chastise me and speak hurtful words, my heart sank, and I couldn’t help but feel like a pawn in their twisted game.

I gulped the lump in my throat and tried my best not to give in and cry my heart out there. I went to get the first aid box and just as I was returning back in the dinning hall, I saw Lucian holding Ena’s hand like her hand would break if he held it more tightly. Seeing the care in his eyes I felt my heart breaking even more.