Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 156: Leave

Chapter 156: Leave

Chapter Hundred-Fifty-Six – Leave

Slime rubbed his face. He knew the werewolf wouldn’t want to talk with a Lycan out of fear or whatnot but wasn’t the man being a bit too headstrong?

He could tell he was just a low ranked wolf with two children in the room, and that’s leverage. He should speak more politely if he didn’t want to be forced to talk.

He kept his hand on his waist. "I said I’m not leaving till you grant me audience. I wouldn’t like to repeat again—"

A sword was pointed at his throat. Slime’s eyes widened. He hadn’t even noticed when he picked the sword. Was he that fast or it’s just chance?

It amused Slime. "So, you want to play like that while having kids here?" He didn’t think of the children?

Darren squinted his eyes at him. "Maybe I’m confident I’d cut you clean before you touch them."

Such bold words. Slime smirked, rushing to him.

Ella came between them. "He said leave!"

She swung a finger in front of Slime, and the Lycan crashed on an invisible force.

Before he calculated what he hit on, he fell back to the other end, crashing on the wall and making a very visible mark on it.

He felt blood in his mouth, and his eyes became blurry. "K-K-King Asher..." His body was weak and he couldn’t even move. Pain, too painful pain, raked his body.

Was this the brush of death the King spoke of? Could this low ranked werewolf and two kids be capable of giving him the brush of death the King experienced?

And how did he fly back? What did he hit? But Slime passed out before getting the answers.

Darren panicked, bending over Ella. "W-Why did you do that! I told you not to do that in..."

He turned to the young boy in the room. The boy didn’t seem to understand what happened.

The young boy ran to Ella and Darren, when he saw the object of his fear had been neutralized. "I-Is he dead?"

Ella looked down, before glancing at the Lycan, bleeding from mouth and head. "No, it didn’t kill him. He’s strong."

The fact she could tell from one hit impressed Darren. The little girl he picked from a battlefield, who had witch’s magic, barrier magic.

So far, he’d seen her use it to protect herself. It’s the first time she ever used it for him.

He patted her head. "Thank you, Ella, but don’t do this again. You two should go home. I’d clean this up, okay?"

The boy pointed at the basket he delivered, then sprinted home. Ella ran back to the old man.

Darren exhaled, glaring at Slime. Should he cut this lycan or wait to hear him out? "Maybe if I restrain him while he’s talking, it’d be easier to get information out of him."

He mind linked some warriors, then fear gripped his heart when he got no response from them. The lycan had come from the entrance.

For him to get this far without anyone telling him, Darren feared the worst. Could the lycan have kill them all?

He sped to the entrance and his heart beat slowed down when he didn’t catch the stench of blood.

"Finnian! Finnian!" he called for the boy who usually stayed at the entrance. "Finnian!" he breathed heavily.

There was a small whimper.

Darren ran to the direction, his lips parted as he slowly walked to the boy. His dagger was stabbed on his shoulder, and pinned to the wall.

"Sorry, wait..." Darren pulled the dagger out, the boy fell on him. He still lived, Darren sighed in relief. His fingers clenched the dagger in his hand. "Why didn’t you call for help?"

"I-I didn’t know... I didn’t know when he came in... and I didn’t want... want anyone to get hurt." The boy cried on his shoulder.

Darren helped him stand. "It’s fine.... thank you for staying alive. Let’s get this fixed."

After returning the boy to his father, Darren ordered that more warriors should stay at the entrance and if they sight a lycan, should only alert him. No confrontation.

"Since the lycan wanted to talk, he might not readily resort to violence." Darren speculated.

Still he couldn’t be very sure. The lycan had attacked Finnian, a weak boy who wouldn’t have dared attack him. Lycans were wild unpredictable creatures, anyway.

He walked back into his living room, and found Slime still laid there, same position. He felt for his neck and found him passed out cold. Ella’s barrier must be really tough, also, the element of surprise had played well.

Darren swirled the dagger in his hand, Finnian’s dagger, then stabbed it on Slime’s body.

He carried the Lycan into his inner chambers, past the rooms, and along a dark hallway till he reached an even darker room. He closed the door behind him.

There were weapons of different designs in the room, and torture instruments. The torture room of his father, but Darren finally found it useful today.

He had no idea how to use any instrument but being in the room should scare the Lycan a bit.

He chained him to the wall and injected a little quantity of wolfsbane in his body to weaken his muscles.

When he made all ready to interrogate, he slapped the lycan awake. His wounds must have closed so he could regain unconsciousness.

Slime’s eyes fluttered open, a nauseating smell hit his nose and he tried to cover his nose with his hand.

But he painfully realized they were chained and he didn’t have the strength to break free.

There was excruciating pain on his chest, he looked down and saw a dagger and sighed, recognizing it.

He knew the day would be bad for him and he felt his mental fortitude weakening.

His eyes widened on seeing the low ranked werewolf in front of him. Fear gripped his soul when he looked around the room. Smell of cut flesh and rotten blood were present.

It smelled worse than King Asher’s lab where he experimented on werewolves. This was a torture room.

Was this how it felt to be kidnap? Slime felt something like pity for the werewolves he usually captured.

"You’re awake and can speak eloquently, right?" Darren’s hands were on his hips.

Slime nodded obediently.

"So what do you need?" Darren asked again.

"A witch."

A witch? Darren frowned, narrowing his eyes on him.