Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 157: Torture

Chapter 157: Torture

Chapter Hundred-Fifty-Seven – Torture

That was an unusual request. A request for a witch.

Darren glared at the lycan before him. Perhaps he had hit his head too hard. If he spoke in respect to Ella possibly being a witch then he should know his possible response.

"What do you mean by you need a witch, lycan?"

Slime frowned. "I have a name. Slime."

A ridiculous name. Darren thought. Just why the hell will a lycan, all the way from High Moon, come to his place to ask for a witch? Did he ever advertise that he sold some?

"You know I wouldn’t care about your name, lycan. So tell me, why did you think my pack will be the perfect place to make such an insane request?"

Slime thought hard on it. Saying the King told him wouldn’t be enough and with his current condition, he wouldn’t want to annoy his captor.

He remembered the girl that had strangely knocked him out. That must be magic. When Nene had explained how the Fang leader was killed, it sounded like that.

A stroke of a finger and an invisible wall pushed all back.

Slime remembered smugly declaring that the leader was a weak, and that nothing could push him back but he was quickly put in his place when Nero kicked him back.

And now, he was outdone by a little girl.

"The little girl has magic, right?" Slime narrowed his eyes at him. "So it doesn’t look like I came to the wrong—"

"You figured today and, if you decide to take it that way, I’d kill you now and bear the brunt of the aftermath, after all, you attacked a pack member." Darren warned.

A large lump grew in Slime’s throat. To die before being able to return to the King. Before being able to use the drug the King gave him. It was the worst death.

"I’d cooperate. You are from Damancas, a kingdom with a connection to witches and magic. Believe when I say, my King said I should ask you because of that." Slime said.

There was no other special reason the King had given him so he had nothing to say.

Darren could guess that’s what happened too. He didn’t think the airheaded brutish lycan in front of him can carry out a proper plan to look for a witch by himself.

If his King sent him, the King had no lead to search for a witch unless in respect to Damancas. And now, Ella had showcased her magic in front of the lycan.

"I’d have to cut ties between you and Ella before you leave." He mumbled as he picked a scissors.

Slime trembled on seeing what he held. "I-I tell you, that’s all. No, no, don’t torture me... please!"

Torture? Darren glanced at him. The lycan had a dark fearful gaze. He must’ve been a victim of torture, the scars on his body confirmed it.

"I’m not that grim." Darren sighed, swirling the scissors on his fingers as he walked towards the lycan, who looked like he’d piss his pants.

"You see, you look a lot like a lycan I’ve met before." Darren leaned forward, his eyes radiating menace. "And it irks me because I never got to finish him off."

Slime tried moving back but the wall and his chains were his enemy. The werewolf’s look, he wasn’t a normal werewolf but Slime’s brain couldn’t stay calm to think.

The scissors raised and he felt them go to his head. He coiled, expecting the pain from impact but instead, he felt his hair fall to his leg.

He opened his eyes he had closed. Why did he cut his hair? Darren stepped back and nodded at his work.

The lycan before him now had a styled undercut with some lines at the side. "This is actually quite popular at Damancas so you can walk in there and fit perfectly."

Slime frowned. That must be his first joke since they met, because there’s no way he’d survive that place.

Slime also wondered if it meant the werewolf wouldn’t kill him, and the haircut was a kind of parting gift.

Darren faced Slime again. "I’m still deciding if I should kill you or not, you know."

The lycan gulped down nothing. "If you need suggestions, then maybe don’t—"

"Silence. I’m already annoyed at myself for not killing a lycan immediately, but now, I know it’s more than me." Darren stared at his sword.

While he’d been in exile, he stayed at Damancas, joined a lycan hunting team and hunted Lycans everywhere, with no fear, because he had nothing to lose.

His father had disowned him and he had no access to his mother or adorable little sister. Ella was a beacon of hope for him, but he was also careful so no lycan take her.

But now, he had a whole pack to protect, and Green Valleys needed his help too. If he killed this lycan and it made a bigger fuss than it should, it’d be bad.

"Ah, right! I was supposed to see The Lead Warrior of Black Claws, I’ve already sent him a notice. And that Delta too." Slime said out loud.

Darren raised a brow. "So you had somewhere to go yet you came from here? What’s wrong with you?"

In his defense, the major mission was seeing the Damancas traveler but Slime didn’t dare refute and agreed something must be wrong with him. Something might be.

"In that case, I can’t kill you. You already made your presence known." Darren packed the torture equipment back in their box.

Which each one he took into the bag, he heard the lycan sigh in relief. All were gone and Slime fell to the wall, with a satisfied grin.

"Tell me." he became alert when Darren spoke.

"Why is your King hell-bent interested in witches? What does he want one for?" Darren’s hand reached for a small golden scythe. "It seemed he wanted to talk to a witch—"

"There are bred lycans in Lunaria with magic. Recently, a cult named Fang were killed by two of these lycans. They’re really strong species."

Slime spat out everything he knew while looking at the scythe that could be used on him.

Darren nodded. "Is that so?" He pointed the scythe at him. "Well, I’d now sever your bond with Ella."

Sever? Slime wore a pleading look.