Chapter 22: He Knows
Chapter Twenty-Two - She lives
Laurel quickly interrupted him. "I’ve told you, you better kill me or I’d bring hell to your life. You’d lose everything you care about."
The hair on Stefan’s skin stood. The pathetic bitch who was at his mercy dared to threaten him?
In a flash, his fingers wrapped around her neck. He should really kill her, because even he knew, she meant every word.
A smirk came to Laurel’s face as she slowly ran out of oxygen. "Y-Yeah... kill me. Then have the... curse... of killing your mate."
Stefan’s eyes slowly shifted to red and he added pressure to her neck, ignoring his wolf’s urge. He can live with the hatred and regret. It surely won’t be more than what he felt when his family was killed before him and he was too weak and coward to do anything.
"Your mate?"
Stefan’s body ran cold as he heard someone speak behind him. His hand on Laurel loosened.
She fell to the ground, coughing and choking on saliva mixed with blood. He didn’t do it? Why? Why didn’t he kill her?
A surge of hatred and pain vibrated through her body and she shot her head up. Her eyes cleared up. Stefan was standing before... Sorren?
Sorren quietly closed the prison door and kept his hands behind him. "Brother, Princess Laurel is actually your mate?"
Princess Laurel? Why was he addressing her that politely? And he lost his speech pattern again. Laurel gagged on blood.