Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Lucius

I was shocked at how Freya was torturing the rogue. I knew that I shouldn't be feeling anything for the rogue and that I should be happy for what he had done, but I'm not. I'm not happy with everything that's going on. My eyes were contorted into a frown as I watched everything unfold.

I was glad and happy to know that Freya cares for me. She cares for me, and I'm happy for that, and I will do everything in my power to make her happy. All I want is to always make her happy. I knew that she wouldn't have been this mad if it weren't for the rogues who attacked me.

I knew that there was something the rogues were hiding. How can a rogue be this strong-headed when being tortured? I knew that the rogues were sent by someone, but the loyalty of this man to the person responsible for this is something else. I knew for a fact that there was no way one would stay loyal to one's master until death unless there was something else involved.

I couldn't help but wonder if there is a blood covenant between the both of them, but I knew that there is no such thing since the person is an ordinary rogue. I knew that the person who sent them must have promised him something for him to stay loyal up until now. I stared at the face of the rogue, whose face was filled with blood.

My eyes were filled with adoration as I stared at her. My eyes were on her as she tortured the man; my eyes were not leaving her body until I saw the impossible. The rogue, who had been beaten on the floor, hijacked Freya's torture knife, and he aimed it at Freya. I rushed toward her with fear, and I ended up getting stabbed instead of her.

I smiled at her as I stared at her. Tears were dripping down my face as I stared at Freya. She was shocked and was unable to comprehend what just happened, and she was in a daze and stared at me with shock. She was confused about what just happened, but there was nothing she could do again. She stared at me with her mouth wide . I was stabbed in the back, and I was hovering over Freya. She was staring at me with unknown emotions swerving in her body.

I turned to look in the direction of the rogue, who had a satisfactory smirk on his face. I glared at the rogue with anger in my eyes. My eyes were filled with pain, and all I could do was stare at the rogue. The rogue's eyes were not leaving mine, and he chuckled heartily.

"It is a great thing I finished what I came here for, and I also have the chance to avenge the deaths of my fellow colleagues. Don't worry, I will meet you there, but first go and wait for me," I heard him say, and I sighed heavily while watching the man slit his throat with the knife that was in his hands.

"Lucius, are you alright?" I heard Freya's voice, which snapped me out of my thoughts, and there I stared at her.

She was close to tears, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before she would start crying. I felt my breath twitching with shock as I watched the tear, which was trying to hold in and fall freely.

"It is okay; you don't have to worry. I'm glad you are okay," I mouthed to Freya, and she shook her head sadly.

"No, you shouldn't have taken the knife for me; it will be okay if I die, but I can't bear seeing you like this," she said, and I smolered sadly as I used my hands to run her hair softly.

She had placed me on the ground floor, and she was hovering over me. She had tear-stained eyes. She brought her lips close to mine, and we met. I savor the taste of her mouth, and all I want at that moment is to continue kissing her. She wanted to break off the kiss, but I didn't let her. She carried me softly, and she was about to walk away when I felt something different.

I couldn't feel the pains I was feeling earlier, and I knew with no doubt that something different was going on in my body.

"Drop me; I will be fine," I said to Freya, and she stared at me like I had grown two heads.

"No, you won't; you need to be attended to," she said again, and I sighed heavily before replying to her.

"I will be fine; you need to trust me," I said again, but this time she stared at me for a while, and she dropped me gently on the ground. I groaned in pain as she carried me down. My eyes were filled with pain.

'You should know not to cause any trouble; I wouldn't have helped you if not for the fact that you took the stab for our mate. You should be careful next time because I might not be there to take away your pain; I still haven't fully recovered from your last wound' I heard my wolf say, and I smiled happily, knowing that things would be different.

'Thank you so much; I really appreciate your help,' I said to my wolf.

I was happy that things turned out to be great. I knew for a fact that there was no way I would survive if Freya was the one who was stabbed. I knew that I would have survived it with or without my wolf's help, and the same with Freya, but I won't be able to forgive myself. I would hate myself for not being able to save her.

I knew that this wasn't something I should be happy about, but I am happy for it. I'm glad that Freya was alright and that there is nothing wrong with either of us. I'm glad that things turned out to be great. The wounds on my body were starting to heal, and I knew that they would be completely healed within minutes. I knew that I would have to rest a lot to be able to regain my strength. My eyes were closed.

"Lucius, are you alright?" I heard Freya's voice, and I was about to open my eyes when I suddenly felt her slap me.

My cheeks sting from the slap, and I suddenly thought of something. I smirked inwardly, knowing that Freya would be shocked at the turn of things. I could feel something wet hit my face, and I couldn't help but feel a thug in my heart. I could feel myself wanting to hold her in my hands and console her, but I tried hard to control myself.

"Lucius, no, you can't do this," I heard her say, and she turned my back to her.

I could hear her sniffling, and not only that, I could feel her tears hitting my back softly. I wasn't expecting her to cry like this. I have always heard lines that she cries, but I haven't thought of something like this.

I was shocked to know that she was crying because she thought I was dead. I feel bad knowing that all this was an act. I wanted to laugh out loud at her hearing that she had been pranked, but I knew not to do that. I feel like things will be different from now on. I knew that she cared a lot about me.

"What?! Your wounds are healed." I heard her voice again in a croaky voice, and I knew with no doubt that I had been caught.

"You have been putting up an act since," I heard her say, and she started hitting my chest angrily, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She wasn't happy with the fact that I had lied to her, and not only that, but I had seen her cry.