His Witchy Mate

“I was supposed to be the one treating her wounds,” my inner thoughts questioned my concern for her. Despite my conflicted feelings, the guilt weighed heavy on me, knowing she attempted suicide because I refused to listen.

A knock interrupted my contemplation, and I reluctantly permitted David to enter. His bowed head signaled urgency.

“What do you want?” I asked tersely, not recalling summoning him.

“I’ve found a clue about your sister’s death,” he informed me. Intrigued, I focused on his revelation, temporarily setting aside my internal struggle.

“What is it?” I inquired, eager for any lead.

“I believe someone else was involved in your sister’s death. The two witnesses against Alicia have been killed. It seems someone is trying to cover their tracks,” he revealed, prompting a skeptical scoff from me.

My immediate concern was finding evidence to clear Alicia’s name. “We need to establish Alicia’s innocence first. Once that’s done, we can focus on uncovering the real culprit,” I instructed David.

Determined to seek justice for my sister, I vowed to find the person responsible and ensure they faced the consequences. The pain of her loss fueled my determination to unveil the truth behind her tragic death.

“Okay, sir,” David bowed again before leaving the room. Just as he exited, my meal arrived.

“Sir, your food is here,” the head maid announced before leaving. Despite the presence of my meal, I found myself missing Alicia’s cooking, the familiar aroma that always accompanied it.

Yearning for the taste of her food, I couldn’t bring myself to eat the meal before me. The unique touch she put into her cooking made it irreplaceable. Lost in thoughts, I contemplated the unfolding events.

A knock interrupted my contemplation once more. Slightly irritated by the frequent interruptions, I wished for some solitude. However, it was my mate entering, exuding elegance. This marked her second visit that day.

“I heard Alicia wasn’t responsible for my sister’s fate. Someone else is covering this up,” I informed her. She scoffed skeptically.

“Are you sure? Do you know anyone who might hate your sister? Someone hiding secrets from you?” Her barrage of questions left me without answers.

“I don’t think the person targeted my sister. It feels like an attack on me. Why is your heart racing? Are you hiding something?” I questioned, noticing the accelerated pace of her heartbeat.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Elara’s POV:

I entered his room, hoping to glean some information. The revelation that someone else was responsible for his sister’s death, not Alicia, caught me off guard. I marveled at my brother’s speed in clearing evidence; it was unexpectedly swift.

He declared his intention to find the murderer, and a surge of anxiety swept over me. My only hope was that he wouldn’t uncover my role in his sister’s demise. Once I left his presence, I planned to devise a strategy to divert his attention and make him forget about the tragedy.

“Why is your heart beating so fast? Are you guilty of something?” he questioned, his gaze fixated on me. Fear gripped me as I scrambled to concoct a plausible lie. “My heart has been racing recently. I don’t know why; it hasn’t been easy for me, especially since I’ve been sick,” I fabricated, hoping he would buy my excuse. A suspicious look lingered in his eyes.

“Alright then, I need to rest now,” he informed me, and I left his room swiftly. Rushing to find my brother in the palace, I recounted the encounter.

“What exactly do you want to do?” he inquired. We convened in his room to strategize.

“We could let someone take the blame. Lucian already knows Alicia isn’t responsible. His goal is to find someone willing to bear the blame,” I explained to my brother.

“Do you think we should wait a bit and see what unfolds?” he suggested, prompting my frustration. I slammed my foot on the floor angrily. “Do you even realize what you’re saying? Why should we wait? What are we waiting for?” I demanded answers.

“Okay then, consider anything you want done tonight,” my brother conceded. His cooperative response reassured me, and I left for my room, confident that I would navigate the situation unscathed. That night, I slept soundly, free from worries about impending consequences.

The Next Morning

As I strolled through the hallway after waking up, I overheard the maids gossiping about a shocking event. Their words hinted at disbelief in someone’s actions and the perceived malevolence behind it. It became evident they were discussing Lucian’s sister’s death, and the news that the murderer had been apprehended filled me with relief. My brother, Louis, seemed to have efficiently executed his responsibilities.

Approaching the gossiping maids, I demanded an explanation. They quickly apologized and retreated, recognizing their breach of duty. Such perks were part of being a mate to the Lycan.

Heading to the front of the palace, I learned that the murderer was to be beheaded. Positioned to witness the scene, I observed Lucian seated in front, with my brother and Bryan by his side.

As the murderer shouted offensive remarks, my brother callously remarked, “Your sister deserved death. I’m delighted she met her end; she was a bitch.”

I glanced at them, and the scene unfolded with the condemned individual continuing his rant. A voice, familiar yet unexpected, spoke behind me, “No matter how much evidence you destroy, the truth will always be revealed in the end. Mistakes cannot be hidden forever.”

I looked at my back, and then I saw that motherfucker standing right at my back. I think someone needed to show her place in this palace. Has she forgotten that she is just a normal maid?

“It looks like you are fully recovered already. I am so happy for you, and I am very happy for the fact that you will be willing to do a lot for you. You will need to resume your work.” I fired back at her.

“I wondered if that guy had that kind of power to tell two people to frame me, and then kill those two people.” She muttered as she looked directly towards me. She seemed less interested in what I was telling her.