Chapter 166: Door Opened
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
[Margaret’s Perspective]
I reached out to touch Elizabeth’s hair, then realized I was still bound and gave up.
“There might still be some estrangement between you and Armstrong, but that will change. Sooner or later, he will learn to cherish you.”
“If Armstrong can love me as much as Donald loves you, then I might not care about the ritual…” Elizabeth muttered.
Elizabeth’s tone made my heart ache. I wished there was something I could do to help her.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the door.
Elizabeth and I looked at each other. We moved in each other’s direction and linked our fingers.
Footsteps approached us. Then I heard a key turn.
Someone was coming in.
Is this person good or bad? What’s his purpose in coming in? Elizabeth and I were completely unaware. We were like prisoners waiting for the judgment of fate.
The door creaked open.
A flashlight beam shone in first. After being in the dark for so long, the sudden white light was especially blinding. Elizabeth and I subconsciously closed our eyes.
First, we felt the beam of light sweep through the house before finally settling on Elizabeth and me.
Immediately, I heard a rough voice say to the outside, “They’re both inside. They look fine.”
Someone outside answered him. The gruff voice swore and shifted the flashlight. From the sound of his footsteps, he seemed to be taking a few steps outside.
I felt myself getting used to the light and opened my eyes slightly.
The door was still open at this moment, and there was a little light coming from the outside.
This was not natural light. It seemed that my estimation had been correct. It had been hours since we left. It was already dark outside.
I saw a tall dark figure behind the door with his back to us. He was holding that flashlight and talking to someone outside.
Is this an opportunity? I wondered
I looked down at my bound limbs. I still didn’t know how many people were outside. Even if I tried to rush to the door, there was a high chance that I would only be captured and brought back. My situation might not be as good as it was now.
But if I didn’t do anything and they closed the door again, Elizabeth and I would be faced with darkness again and we wouldn’t be able to do anything. That would obviously be bad too.
As I hesitated, the werewolf at the door turned around.
He put away his flashlight, took something from the others, and walked over to us.
“Why is this damn place so dark?” he complained as he lit a candle, then leaned close to it to take a breath of air.
My attention was drawn to the source of light on his hand. It looked different from the white and red candles we usually used. The candle was black, but the flame that ignited it glowed with a faint purple light.
This bit of light allowed us to see each other’s faces. Our eyes met. I took a quick breath.
“Yo, you’re awake.” There was a stench in his breath.
I noticed Elizabeth duck backward. I sat where I was without batting an eyelid. I looked up and asked, “Where are we? Why did you bring us here?”
The other gave a malicious smile and continued in that rough voice. “You don’t need to know this.”
He raised his hand and lifted my chin to look at my face. The stench hit me immediately. I had to endure it.
He was still commenting, “You’re the Lycan King’s Mate. You don’t look like much.”
“Don’t you touch her,” Elizabeth protested weakly from beside him.
This attracted his attention. He released his grip on my chin and looked at Elizabeth. He licked his lips and said, “You do look a little more delicious than her.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I bent my legs and kicked at him, wanting him to stay away from Elizabeth.
However, the other party noticed my movements. He snorted and raised his arm to grab my legs. As I was tied up and couldn’t do anything else, he took the opportunity to push me back. I rolled to the side and my head hit the wall with a loud bang.
“What is it?” a gruff voice shouted from outside.
My head hit the wall. For a moment, the world spun. I could only lie on my side and curl up.
Judging by the footsteps, I heard another person enter the room.
“Didn’t I tell you not to fight them? He wants these two she-wolves to live well,” the rough voice said.
“She attacked me first,” the werewolf who had come in first argued.
“Don’t be a f*cking idiot. I know what you’re thinking, you horny piece of shit,” the gruff voice swore.