Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 50 Can I Eat You ?

Gabriel Zades P.O.V

I laid Lilith down on the clean, white bed in the healing room, my heart pounding as the doctors swarmed around her. Her screams of pain pierced the air, a haunting reminder of how precarious her situation was.

"No!" she cried, her voice trembling with desperation.

"Stay still." the doctors instructed, their hands firm but gentle as they tried to restrain her. It was agonizing to watch her fight against the very thing that could save her life.

"Why is she fighting this?" I asked, my voice strained with worry. "This is the only thing that can save her."

"S-She's still there!" Lilith sobbed, her words barely coherent through the pain.

I was bewildered. "Who?" I asked, leaning closer.

"My sister." she choked out, her tears mingling with her blood.

Sister? My mind raced. Before I could press her further, her eyelids fluttered and then closed, her body going limp. Panic surged through me. I had to find Lucifer.

I bolted out of the room and pounded on his door. It swung open, and Lucifer's annoyed expression met mine, his brows drawn together in irritation.

"What?" he snapped, clearly in no mood for delays.

"It's Lilith—" I began, urgency thick in my voice.

"She'll live. There's nothing to—" he started, but I cut him off.

"No, her sister." I interrupted, my words tumbling out in a rush. "Her sister is still trapped in the hunters' realm."

Lucifer's eyes widened in confusion. "Sister?"

"Yes, we need to do something, get her out!" I urged, frustration bubbling over.

"Lilith has a sister?" Lucifer echoed, still grappling with the revelation.

"Yes!" I shouted, trying to pierce through his haze of doubt. "We need to act fast!"

Lucifer hesitated, his face conflicted. "But—"

"But what?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin.

He sighed deeply. "We can't trust her."

I gaped at him, incredulous. "She took a bullet for your mate!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his thoughts clearly tangled. "Yes, but it was her fault we were in that mess."

"But it was a revenge plot against you," I insisted, my frustration boiling over. "They weren't just targeting me. They wanted to bring this pack down. If I remember correctly, it was your mate who drove us into this war. She tricked you!"

"If I wasn't here, this pack would be as good as dead." Lucifer retorted. "It's because of my hunters that you all have a chance to see another day."

He shoved past me roughly, causing me to stumble. "I didn't plan any of this, and she still hasn't earned our trust."

"You're not the boss here!" I shouted after him. "Just because you were a leader in your clan doesn't mean you can rule us!"

He spun around, his gaze sharp. "Really? Then why are you here asking for my help?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone laden with accusation.

I had no answer. I simply stood there, stunned and defeated. The betrayal cut deep, a wound in my heart that matched the one Lilith was suffering.

Lucifer's gaze softened slightly but remained resolute. "I did it because you are my brother and you'd help me, but clearly, I was wrong."

With that, I turned and walked away, the weight of his words and my own frustration bearing down on me. The path ahead was uncertain, and the rift between us seemed impossibly wide.

Lucifer Zades P.O.V

A gnawing emptiness clawed at my chest as I trudged back to Valentine's room. The weight of recent events pressed down on me, and I felt a growing void that I couldn't shake. I opened the door to find Valentine sitting on the bed, fully conscious and looking up at me with a mix of defiance and regret.

"I—" she began, her voice trembling.

"You what?" I snapped, unable to hide the frustration in my tone.

"Just—"

"No, I won't listen." My voice was harsh. "I locked you here for a reason, and you deliberately disobeyed me." I shouted, my anger spilling over.

"Wait—" she tried to reason, getting up and walking towards me.

I raised both hands, a silent command for her to stop. I had reached my limit for the day. "You were no help, Valentine. Do you understand that? You decided to play the hero and put yourself in danger. Of course, they'll come after you—they know who you are."

Her gaze fell to the floor. "I-I was just trying to help." she whispered, a sob breaking through her words.

I sighed, the exhaustion in my voice evident. "You nearly got yourself killed. Now there's someone down there suffering because of your actions. I'm done scolding you."

"I'm going to take a shower." I pulled out a set of clothes and went into the washroom, closing the door behind me. I knew my actions were harsh, but I felt she needed to understand the gravity of disobedience. My wolf agreed—her presence had disrupted everything, and it was time for her to learn a lesson.

After my shower, I emerged, dressed and ready to find her. The room was empty. I followed her scent down the staircase, my curiosity piqued. It led me to the kitchen.

Valentine was standing by the stove, cracking eggs into a bowl. She seasoned them with pepper and salt before stirring the mixture with a fork. I watched in silence as she spread butter in a pan and poured in the eggs. The aroma of cooking filled the room.

She plated the eggs, turned off the stove, and tossed the empty egg shells into the trash. I approached silently, trying to catch her off guard.

"So, what are you doing?" I asked innocently, but she jumped, startled, and threw the empty egg shells at me.

I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Great fighting technique. I'm genuinely impressed."

She ignored me, focusing on cleaning up the mess and then walking to the living room with her plate of food. She settled on the couch, crossing her legs and picking up the remote. She flipped through channels as she ate, clearly ignoring me.

I plopped down beside her, making my presence known. "Can I have some?" I asked, leaning closer.

"No." she replied curtly, her eyes still glued to the TV.

"You shared when you were at my place." I reminded her, hoping to appeal to her sense of fairness.

"I-I was being kind." she stuttered, her discomfort evident.

"Still stuttering, I see," I noted with a sigh. "I'm hungry."

"Eat." she said, offering no help.

"There's nothing to eat." I countered.

"Make one."

"I don't know how to cook." I lied, though I did. I just wanted to see if she'd offer to share. It was a bit hypocritical, but I was determined to get a taste of her omelet.

She remained silent, her focus on changing channels.

"Can I eat you?" I asked, hoping to break the tension.

Her chewing paused, and she looked at me, startled. For a brief moment, a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.