Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 6 The Magnetic Pull

Valentine Winters P.O.V

Just as he was about to cross the line, a rapid series of knocks echoed through the room, yanking me from the brink of what would have been my first intimate encounter. My breath hitched in my throat, the sound both a blessing and a curse.

"What?" Lucifer growled, clearly irritated by the interruption. His frustration hung in the air, thick and palpable.

"Sir, your father demands your immediate presence—and the girl's," came a stern voice from the other side of the door. The words sent a chill down my spine.

Panic set in. How did they know? My mind raced to the security cameras in the room, realizing they had likely captured our forbidden moment. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over uncontrollably on each side. The humiliation, the vulnerability—it all became too much to bear.

A sob escaped my lips, and Lucifer's attention snapped at me. "Why are you crying, baby girl?" he asked, his tone softening in confusion.

"They should've seen me." I whispered, my voice trembling with shame.

He hesitated, then crawled towards me, his expression shifting to something almost tender. "No, they didn't," he murmured, his voice laced with reassurance. "My bed has a roof. They might've caught a glimpse of me, but never you."

Before I could process his words, Lucifer sprang off the bed and began untying me with swift, purposeful movements. As soon as I was free, I wrapped myself in his blankets, desperate for any semblance of modesty. His eyes locked onto mine, a mix of concern and protectiveness flashing in his gaze.

He quickly dressed himself, and despite the tattered remnants of my clothes, I was left with nothing to wear, standing vulnerable in his oversized shirt and boxers. The fabric carried his scent, a heady mix of danger and desire that clung to my skin.

"Come," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. He grabbed my arm, pulling me along with him.

We stepped out of his room and into a labyrinth of opulence. The house was a monstrous maze, an extravagant display of wealth and power. Each corridor seemed to stretch endlessly, as if we were being pulled deeper into the belly of the beast.

Finally, we stopped in front of a door, and I knew instantly where we were. This was the office where it all began—the place that marked the start of my descent into this dark world.

Lucifer's father sat behind an imposing desk, his salt-and-pepper hair a stark contrast to the cold authority etched into his features. He looked up as we entered, a fleeting smile crossing his lips when he saw Lucifer, but it vanished just as quickly.

"Father, you summoned me?" Lucifer asked, his voice a careful blend of curiosity and caution.

His father met his gaze, his eyes narrowing with purpose. "We need to eliminate her now." he said flatly, pulling a gun from a drawer and placing it on the desk.

Fear gripped me, my heart pounding in my chest. I instinctively tried to pull my hand from Lucifer's grasp, but he held on tighter, silently warning me not to resist.

Lucifer's father rose from his chair, his presence growing even more intimidating. "Look at me." He commanded.

I couldn't. The fear was too much.

"I said look at me!" His voice grew sharper, more insistent.

A sharp pain exploded across my cheek as he slapped me, the force of it turning my head to the side. The sting burned into my skin, the shock of it numbing my senses. "When I give you an order, you obey." he spat.

My gaze snapped to his, tears blurring my vision as I struggled to regain control. The anger, the hatred—it was all too much.

"Now, tell me, why are they looking for you?" His voice dripped with menace.

"B-because I-I'm the A-alpha's d-daughter," I stammered, the words spilling out. My identity was out in the open now, a secret that could change everything.

The cold barrel of the gun pressed against my temple, and time seemed to slow down.

Terror flooded me. I struggled against Lucifer's grip, my body trembling with the anticipation of death, my wolf was about to surface.

But the shot never came.

Lucifer suddenly stepped between us, blocking his father's line of sight. Their voices became a distant hum in my ears as I slipped into a state of shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. I just dropped down onto the floor, my legs unable to hold me.

Moments later, Lucifer pulled me up from the floor, his grip firm but not unkind. "You'll live today," his father sneered, retreating to his chair. "But not after we get all the information we need."

Back in Lucifer's room, the weight of what had just happened crushed me. I curled up on the cold tiles, hugging my knees to my chest. Lucifer watched me from his bed, his gaze unreadable.

"Want to finish what we started?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. I was still too numb to respond.

Days passed, and I remained in a state of shock, barely eating or speaking. The scent of food filled the room as Lucifer entered, carrying a plate laden with sausages, eggs, bacon, and toast. He placed it beside me, but I couldn't muster the will to eat.

"Eat," he ordered, his tone sharp. I shook my head, the thought of food repulsive in the face of my impending doom.

"Eat before I feed you myself," he growled, the threat clear. But I couldn't see the point. "I'm still going to die... what difference does it make?"

"Just eat your food." he snapped, his eyes narrowing.

With a sigh, I placed the plate on my lap. For some reason, I found myself asking, "Have you eaten?" He shook his head, and I offered, "Want to share?"

He hesitated, then nodded, surprising me. I sat cross-legged on the bed, sharing the meal. There was something oddly comforting about the act, a moment of normalcy amid chaos.

He was a puzzle—dangerous, cruel, yet there were moments of unexpected kindness that made me wonder who he really was.

When he leaned in to lick a stray bit of food from my lips, I was caught off guard by the intimacy of the gesture. His eyes darkened with something I couldn't quite place, and before I could react, he crashed his lips onto mine.

The kiss was a whirlwind, a clash of emotions that left me breathless and confused. But as I leaned into him, one thing became clear—my life was no longer my own. I was caught in the web of Lucifer Argent, and there was no escaping it.