Mated To Him

Forty Two

Chapter 42

Nadazhda's eyes showed betrayal and pain as she stared at him in disgust. He was the one, and he was the one saving her and putting her in the pit.

She took him as her person, someone reliable, someone she could trust — she trusted him, but he was the person behind everything while putting on a pretence for her.

Zeke!

"You!" she uttered with hatred as she glared at him hard. She tried to tug the chain on her wrists, but it was impossible as he cackled at her struggle.

"How is my acting?" he grinned, kicking Rina, who put herself as a shield in Nadazhda's front before walking languidly to her.

"You son of a bitch!" she growled while Zeke tsked, shrugging his shoulders dismissively.

"I've told you, princess, cursing is not suitable for your innocent mouth," he mocked, gripping her jaw tightly as his long black nails pierced through her skin. Yet Nadazhda didn't give him the joy to see her crumble as she sneered at him.

"We took you as a family, and we are —no, we were a family, but-"

"Hahaha," he laughed mockingly, "family?" he asked incredulously as if it was a foreign word. He released her jaw, flipping his coat, "family, love and trust are meant to be broken!" he gritted out.

Nadazhda felt her jaw hurt as she opened her mouth to talk. She gulped down the clog in her throat, looking at Zeke, who was looking at the ring on his finger longingly before he turned to the other room.

He entered the cell where Avivit was, yanking her up with her hair as he dragged her, bringing her into Nadazhda's cell.

"Why? Why are you doing all this? What have I ever done to you? Why —" her questioning was interrupted by a long cracking sound. Nadazhda clamped her mouth shut immediately, staring in fear and pity at Zeke and Avivit.

Zeke's body was shaking as he held Avivit's arm tightly. He gripped the arm tightly till it broke, yet Avivit never let out a single cry or word, but the pain felt made her expressionless face scrunched up, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You are asking me why?" he snarled, "fucking ask the monster you call mate," he spoke with detest; his voice was void of the calmness it always had. "What my mate did to be killed!" he yelled while Nadazhda looked at him dumbfounded.

Nadazhda didn't understand, and she was confused. Avivit was his mate, and she was so much alive, breathing perfectly yet with difficulty due to the broken arms.

"Ah!" he breathed out, rubbing his face, before pushing Avivit away, "She's just a pawn to me. She's nothing but a puppet for me to attain my revenge," he smirked, "And she's now useless to me now," he clicked his tongue in disgust. "and useless people don't deserve to live."

He stalked toward Avivit again, smiling cruelly as he gripped her neck, suffocating her with joy swirling in his orbs while she didn't react nor struggle. She closed her eyes, waiting for death.

Clangs of the chains used to bind Nadazhda strike against each other as she screamed, "Stop!"

"You are killing her!"

"Exactly, what I am trying to do," he grinned, adding pressure, and with a loud thud, Avivit's body fell on the floor. Her white eyes were lifeless, staring at Nadazhda, which made her scream again, scrambling on her butt backwards.

"Why did you —"

"Because I can take her life." he responded, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his blood-stained nails, "well —" he paused, "she was destined to die early. I was the one using my essence to prolong her life," he murmured, throwing the kerchief away. "I'm also relieving her by giving her sweet and easy death."