Prince's Assassin Mate

Chapter 15

Writers POV

"Answer me! Where is she!" He roared again. The guards couldn't muster up the courage to answer so one of them just pointed towards a door end the end of the hallway to their right. He rushes towards the door, which was not locked from the inside, and bragged inside the. The room was dimly lit and large, with a king-size bed in the center covered with a black duvet and a pile of pillows. Blank off-white walls and a wall of windows from ceiling to floor. On the other side, there was a wooden door that he assumed led to the bathroom and another that led to the walk-in closet. His gaze darted around the room, coming to a halt at the figure sitting in a corner. Her head was bowed, one hand on her thigh, the other holding a cigarette on her knees. He turned on the lights and approached her. Her knuckles were bruised with blood, a few cuts here and there. What caught his attention was a piece of glass stuck in her forearm. Blood was oozing from the cut, so he rushed over to her, kneeling down and inspecting her forearm right away. She neither acknowledges nor speaks to him. Aiden's heart began to race as he noticed how calm she appeared. He stood up and dashed out the door, one guard was waiting outside with a medical kit in hand. He snatched it from him and dashed over to Ariel. He took out the piece of glass and attended to every visible cut and scratch.

"Are you hurt anywhere else? Are you all right?" When he finally asked, she shook her head. And he stormed out of the room, his chest was heaving, his veins were visible and he was on the edge of ending someone's life, the thought of someone had dared to hurt his mate when it's his responsibility to protect her and he failed miserably only fueled his rage.

"Who dared to attack my mate!" He roared at the guards and they bowed in submission.

"They w-were from the K-kings Guards, Your Highness."

A few hours earlier,

When her hand moves over the canvass it's almost likely her mind is directing her hand without her knowing, odd perhaps, but that's the way it is. Her hand moves instinctively to the right spot, building a new picture, often one she has never seen before. In these fantastical worlds, she sees reflections of her own mind, the way she thinks, but there is something else there too. She doesn't know what, perhaps she just imagined it. She had been in her studio for a couple of hours, distracting herself from the world, the day, and the memories. She was so concentrated that she could see every single wool of the paintbrush touching the canvas. The room was silent, and she was distracted by the storm within her. Her entire attention was focused on the canvas in front of her. The massive glass windows shattered with a tremendous force startling her and jumped in a few men in full combat gear masks covering their faces. The Royal emblem on their arm, however, did not go unnoticed by Ariel. Outside, she could hear the sound of destruction as well as the snarling and howling of wolves. Five men were approaching her in her studio. She returned her gaze to the canvas with a borderline expression on her face. Her blood boiled and her face turned bright red when she saw the wrong color stroke on the canvas.

"How dare you destroy my work! Do you have any idea how long it took me?"

"It would be wise for you to think about yourself, mutt." One of them snarled

"Oh no, if I were in your place I would be wise enough to run." She growled, the soft tone was gone now replaced with an inhuman voice. That made them halt in their pace and look at her in disbelief. Ariel's eyes were changing colors and the veins on her neck were popping out. Her chest was heaving up and down, she was fuming. The intruders looked at her with wide eyes, and one of them, whom Ariel assumed was their leader, said, "Take her alive." Two of the intruders approached her and attempted to grab her arms; in the blink of an eye, his arm was separated from his shoulder and dangling like a thread. They were taken aback by her strength and speed. Another man attempted to punch her, but Ariel grabbed his hand, twisting it, and flipped him, throwing him on the tiled floor and breaking his hand in a swift motion. "Guess I was just waiting to get ticked off the whole day," she said. She crushed the men's necks before turning around and charging towards the rest of them using her vampire speed. The reaction time of the intruder was slower, before they could shift she was in front of them. She landed a hard punch on his ribs and grabbed his neck breaking it she threw his body away. In a blink of an eye, she was done with all the six intruders standing in front of their leader. Her eyes were bloodshot red and her fangs were out on display.