My Only Person

The Founder of the Council

(The above-used image does not belong to me. The credit goes to the rightful owner.)

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Clarissa's POV

As soon as we crossed the borders of the pack, I heard Ethan casually remark, "You seem to really care about them."

Ignoring his comment, I raised my hand to draw attention to the cuffs placed on my wrists. "What's the meaning of this?"

He smirked, an evil delight taking over his features. "What do you think?"

"Are you really serious about this?" I can't believe this is happening. Aren't we supposed to be on the same side?

"Of course, I am. I even had someone clean up a dungeon for you," he replied, smiling chivalrously as if he were gifting me a palace and not a prison cell.

Unable to contain myself, I glowered at him. "This isn't a joke, ETHAN."

"Oh, now you recognize me?" he retorted.

"Stop playing around and tell me where your brother is."

The smile vanished from his face. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes burning red, he asked in a deep, dangerous voice, "Brother? Don't you know better where he is?"

"I don't understand what you're trying to imply."

For some reason, this made him chuckle. "You can stop acting now. No one from your pack is watching you here."

"Is this the reason why you had Keith and those warriors sit in another car? So that you can ask me these questions?"

"Would you have preferred this interrogation in front of them?"

"You're clearly acting hostile, trying to imprison me, but at the same time, you are being thoughtful of me. Do you still care for me?" I questioned, sceptical.

His lips sealed shut in answer as he regarded me with contempt.

"If your brother were here and saw you treating me like this, he would be furious." I said, trying to scare him off a little. Unfortunately, it backfired, making him seethe with anger.

He clenched his teeth and spat out the words spitefully, "Vice-Captain Lilith, the fact is he is not here!"

I studied him for a few good seconds before voicing my thoughts aloud. "He is not with you, is he?"

His silence gave me the answer.

"You don't know where he is either, do you?"

His lips curled up into a wicked smirk as he taunted, "But you do, don't you?"

Leaning back on the seat, I calmly replied, "I have a hunch."

He leaned forward, madness swirling in the depth of his eyes as he accused me with distaste, "No, no, you know where he is exactly because you're the one who got him captured by that pesky werewolf king, Zachariah Ansel Duncan."

"Excuse me?" My left eyebrow twitched at his wild imagination.

"I have always known that you two were not together and definitely not engaged when we met the first time," he said, his voice low and vicious, threatening me to give up the act.

"Then why didn't you say anything?" I knew our engagement act wasn't convincing at all.

"So, you admit that was all a lie?"

"Yes."

In the beginning, at least.

Not losing his momentum, he fired another question. "So, you also admit that you're a spy working undercover for the werewolves?"