Mates of a Werewolf Hunter
Chapter 24 What Have I Done

Lucifer Argent P.O.V

When I opened them, I saw her squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Her whole frame trembling in fear.

Fear of me.

She breathe in and out slowly trying to calm herself.

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” I gritted.

I briskly walked into my closet and wore my clothes before I stood back in front of her.

She slowly opened her eyes looking at me.

I smelled a mouth-watering and intoxicating scent making me breathe into it more and close my eyes.

Where is it coming from ?

“Our mate.” My wolf purred.

What ?

People don’t have such intoxicating scent.

I opened my eyes and as sure as hell, it was coming out from her.

I felt different somehow.

I could see everything more sharper.

I could smell variety of scents.

I could hear everything.

I felt like I could even hear Valentine’s heartbeat, that was pounding;

So fast ?

I looked over at her again and tried to approach but she kept trying to get further away from me.

It infuriated me.

" I’m not gonna hurt you, trust me.” I growled.

Valentine Winters P.O.V

How could I trust a man who says he’s not gonna hurt me when he had done that numerous of times ?

He had tried to rape me.

He made markings on my stomach with a silver blade that still burns and visible to look at.

He slapped me.

He sent me to a cage made of pure silver that had a rogue wolf nearly ending me.

I shivered at the thought of the rogue wolf.

So many thoughts were running into my head that I had not realised Lucifer’s face just an inch away from mine staring into my eyes.

My breathing picked up.

" Please, I can’t take much.” I pleaded.

He lifted his hand up to touch my cheek. I tried to pull away but he cupped my jaw, locking my face in place.

He brushed his fingers over my cheekbones.

With his free hand, he travelled it from my neck to my shoulder and hands; down to my stomach.

He tried to raise my shirt up a little trying to reveal my stomach and I tried to move away from him making him growl.

“Don’t move.” He ordered.

His warm hand touched my stomach and he trailed along the writing marks that he had craved on me.

I flinched, it still hurt. I remembered him saying that it’ll never stop hurting.

He looked down and his eyes softened before looking back directly into my eyes that I bet showed fear.

I wanted to move his hand away from my stomach. I raised it but I was too afraid of what the outcome would be.

I’m scared if I did that, he’ll get irritated and hurt me.

He saw what I wanted to do and I panicked that he had caught me.

He looked down at the scars again and whispered,

“What have I done ?”