Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 27 Ensnared Allies

Valentine Winters' P.O.V

I slowly opened my eyes, met by the sight of Kyle's raised hand frozen mid-air, ensnared in Lucifer's iron grip. Kyle shot Lucifer a venomous glare, retracting his hand with a mix of resentment and frustration.

"She's supposed to be dead." Kyle spat, his disdainful gaze landing on me.

Lucifer moved with deliberate efficiency, pulling me up and swiftly removing the sharp electrocution needles embedded in my back. Pain flared through me as each needle was extracted, causing me to hiss involuntarily.

"Michelangelo, Leonardo, and Kyle." Lucifer's voice was a cold command, "pretend this incident never happened." Michelangelo and Leonardo nodded, their compliance immediate and unhesitating. Kyle, however, remained defiant, his posture radiating frustration.

"Kyle." Lucifer's warning tone cut through the air. Kyle's response was a defiant stomp as he and his two hunters retreated, leaving a charged silence in their wake.

Lucifer turned his attention back to me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made me flinch. He guided me back to the dreaded room I had hoped never to see again. As the door clicked shut behind us, he sat on the bed, his expression a mix of contemplation and severity.

I stood uncertainly, trapped between the desire to flee and the reality of my captivity. His question sliced through the tension.

"How did you get out of this room?" Lucifer's voice was low and controlled, each word punctuated by his growing intensity. I instinctively began to back away, my mind racing for an explanation.

"Y-you left the door open and I-I—" I stammered, but he cut me off abruptly.

"You sprinted, stumbling into my envious foe." he finished for me, his words hanging heavy in the air. I lowered my gaze, biting my lip as a swirl of conflicting emotions churned within me. He advanced until he was right in front of me.

A deep sigh escaped him, and he gently lifted my chin with his forefinger, forcing me to meet his penetrating gaze. His proximity and warm breath on my neck left me flustered, an unfamiliar vulnerability creeping in.

"Now tell me," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine, "why did you run away?"

Before I could answer, the door burst open with a violent swing. Lucifer's growl echoed in the room as two hunters grabbed him, their firm grips dragging him away.

"Let go of me!" Lucifer's eyes turned an ominous black, his fury palpable.

"Keep him held," commanded a voice I dreaded hearing. My heart sank as I saw Lucifer's non-biological father—an imposing figure of authority and menace.

Fear surged through me as I took a step back, but two more hunters seized my arms, holding me in place.

"Father, what is the meaning of this?" Lucifer's voice was a mix of disbelief and rage.

The man's gaze fell to Kyle, who leaned casually against the door frame with a smirk that made my blood run cold.

"You son of a bitch!" Lucifer snarled, struggling against his restraints, but the hunters held him fast.

"Bring the girl to the woods." the monstrous father ordered. The hunters began dragging me towards the door, Lucifer's anguished cry of "No!" echoing behind us.

As we were pulled into the woods, a strange calm settled over me. The woods felt familiar, almost like a sanctuary. The thought of shifting into my wolf form surged through me. It would give me the speed to escape, but the risk of being discovered was high.

Yet now, with captivity seemingly inevitable, the notion of hiding seemed almost pointless.

Lucifer Argent P.O.V

A low whimper escaped me as they dragged Valentine away, an invisible tether straining against my very soul. The anguish was not just emotional but visceral, as if my wolf and I were bound to her by an unbreakable thread. Every fiber of my being screamed in protest, my body tensing against the restraints that held me.

Our eyes met one final time before she vanished into the woods, her gaze a haunting blend of fear and resolve. In that moment, I felt a surge of desperation so profound it was almost paralyzing. The wolf inside me roared in turmoil, a wild, untamed force that matched the storm raging in my mind.

As the door slammed shut behind them, I turned my attention to the faces of those who had once been my allies—or so I had thought. The shock of betrayal cut deeper than I had anticipated. Anger flared in my chest, mingling with the helplessness of watching Valentine being taken from me.

I faced them, my voice cracking under the weight of betrayal. "I thought you were loyal to me."

Their faces reflected a mix of guilt and resignation. Devon stepped forward, his eyes meeting mine with a hint of sorrow. "We are, but we had to deceive your father. It was the only way."

Darren nodded, his expression grim. "We needed to make him believe we were on his side. But we never stopped caring about you, or her."

The weight of their words hit me like a punch to the gut. They had been playing a dangerous game, one that had nearly cost me everything. But the flicker of hope in their eyes told me they were not finished yet.