Chapter 145
Chapter 145
Valencia’s POW
kanne? When are you doing?” I yelled, digging my heel to the door as he pulled nie roteand the elevator, his grip firm around my wrist
Aty chest heaved with frustration, my pulse formering se angry wie inable me. He was being stubben. Unreasonably. maddeningly shibbock
Just minutes ago, Lillians had collapsed, her body crumpling under the weight of her oven pain, and the guards had hoisted her up, dragging her to the dungeons after the pack doctor ensured the wouldn’t eat feast, not yet,
I wrenched against his grip “Dante, stop-
He turned so suddenly that I almost stumbled. Hic teal eyes, now stormy with emotion, bore into mine, his breath uneven.
“I don’t care how important she is. Valencia,” he growled, his voice deep and raw, barely restrained rage simmering beneath his words. “I won’t tolerate anyone talking shit about you” His jaw tightened, his fingers flexing as if he were still seconds away from breaking something–or someone. “I swear to fucking God, I only stopped because of you. For now. But once we get what we need-
“I will kill her myself, I finished for him.
Dante blinked. His fury faltered for just a fraction of a second.
I held my ground. “I don’t care about her, Dante. She is the least important person to me in this entire situation.” My voice was firm, unwavering. “I’m not some compassionate saint. I’m not going to pretend I want to spare her out of some misplaced sense of morality. If you didn’t plan to end her, I would have.” I exhaled sharply, placing my hands over his clenched fists. “But how we deal with her… that will be up to me after we’re done with questioning her. Okay?”
A long silence stretched between us. Dante, still visibly tense, studied me. His gaze flickered with something akin to disbelief, as if he was seeing me in a new light. Then, slowly, the hard lines in his face softened.
…Alright.” His voice was low, but his agreement was genuine.
A part of me almost laughed in disbelief. Had I really just said all that? But now that the words were out, I realized I meant every single one.
Someone cleared their throat behind me.
I turned to find Caius standing there, an awkward expression on his face as he shifted Castor in his arms. But before I could reach for my baby, Castor floated up into the air, weightless, and Dante caught him with ease.
My face fell slightly, though I forced myself not to dwell on it.
Dante must have noticed my expression because he tightened his grip on my hand. “Are you sure you want to be there for this? It’s going to be bloody. There will be torture.”
I nodded without hesitation. “Yes. I’m not a little girl.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. “Really?” He leaned down, ruffling my hair teasingly. “You seem pretty little to me.”
Caius snorted behind us.
I swatted Dante’s hand away, glaring at them both. “You guys are just stupidly tall. Don’t blame me.”
Still amused, we stepped into the elevator.
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As we descended toward the lower floors, my gaze remained on Castor as he continued floating slightly above Dante’s arms. A thought struck me.
1 looked at Cafus. “Royal dragons have more than one ability, right?
He nodded. “Yeah. At least, that’s what we’ve gathered so far.”
My focus shifted to Dante, “What about mind control? Or mind reading? If you could do that, we wouldn’t need to use torture at all”
Dante sighed. “I’ve tried mind reading. It’s impossible. As for mind control, it would take time to learn. Fire is simple because it’s just manipulating spiritual energy–heat, cooling, destruction. But controlling someone else’s mind? That’s entirely different. It’s too complicated for me to learn so suddenly”
1 exhaled, a little disappointed but not entirely surprised. “Okay. Then I guess we do this the old–fashioned way”
Dante’s POV:
The descent into the dungeons was slow as we walked down the spiral staircase, and my mind churned restlessly.
I had done this countless times. As an Alpha, I had fought wars, commanded armies, dealt with pain and bloodshed. But none of that meant I enjoyed it. Torture was not something I took pleasure in.
However.
I did not tolerate anyone harming my
ily.
As we stepped into the cold, dimly cells beneath the estate, I could sense Valencia’s unease. The dungeon was nothing like the lavish halls above.
It was damp, the scent of stone and iron lingering in the air. Shadows clung to the walls, flickering under the glow of old torches.
I had given Castor to Valencia for the time being, knowing if something happened I would be there in time.
She gripped Castor a little tighter, her eyes sweeping across the grim setting.
“I didn’t think an estate like this would have a place like this,” she
murmured.
I glanced at her. “It’s not something we use often.”
Truthfully, I hated this place. But sometimes, necessity outweighed preference.
My eyes landed on Lilliana Kay.
She was bound to a wooden chair, her body limp but her eyes alive with silent fury. Dried blood crusted around her chin, her breathing shallow.
She was weak. But not broken.
Not yet.
The moment her gaze landed on me, she began thrashing. Muffled howls escaped from behind the cloth gag shoved between her teeth. The guards had been wise to restrain her fully.
“Have you actually done this before?” Valencia asked from behind me.
I sighed slightly. “Many times, unfortunately.”
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Lilliana glared up at me, hatred burning in her eyes. But I had broken stronger people than her. Soldiers who had sworn oaths to die before speaking. She was a maid. A woman who had spent her life lurking in the shadows of those stronger than
her
She would break.
My only deterrent was Valencia watching.
I shouldn’t have let her come.
I knew how to extract answers, how to force information out of people. But the methods were never clean. Never honorable.
And I didn’t want her to see this side of me.
Even as she stood her ground, even as she tried to mask her nerves, I could feel them.
But there was no going back now.
I grabbed the cloth from Lilliana’s mouth and pulled it away.
“Start talking, bitch.” I said my voice low.
I could smell her fear.
And she knew–just as I did–that she wasn’t leaving this room in one piece.
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