Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1147 Forsaken Lover
Crystal’s POV:
Panic flashed across Lucy’s face, but it was gone in the next second. She stared at me and moved her lips, though no word came out of her mouth.
For a brief moment, I thought she had forgotten to speak altogether.
She was just as foolish as they came, but she had developed a penchant for playing tricks. “You weren’t surprised to see my face, which means that you already know who I am. You were only pretending that one time in the garden with Adela.” I scoffed and glared at her. If I gave in to my instincts and discarded reason, I would be dragging the bitch to face Rufus at this very moment.
Lucy swallowed audibly, but she still refused to give in. Instead, she seemed to have come to a decision, and was pretty confident in it. “That’s right. I recognized you a long time ago. But, so what? You are a condemned sinner. You should be grateful I didn’t report you the minute you stepped foot in the imperial palace. Yet here you are, picking a fight with me. Are you sure you want to do this, Crystal? Do you want everyone to know who you really are?”
She was threatening me. 1 was disgusted by her utter lack of shame. Worse, she didn’t seem inclined to tell me Arron’s whereabouts at all.
I could no longer contain my rage. I landed a sound slap on her face before she could even blink. “You’re still denying it, huh? I’ve learned that you’re the only person who knows about the secret passage in my room. You’re the only one who could have kidnapped my son!”
Lucy’s hand went up to touch her reddened cheek, her expression turning vicious. She lunged at me and tried to hit me back, but I was quicker, grabbing her wrist in midair.
Her idiot lover chose that time to join the scuffle and try to restrain me.
I didn’t hold myself back. I fought them with the same level of strength I usually used when dealing with vampires. My son had been kidnapped. I was barely keeping from going on a full rampage, but Lucy still chose to beat around the bush. The thought that Arron might be in danger sent me spiraling over the edge.
I pinned Lucy to the ground and saddled her, slapping her on both cheeks again and again. “Give me back my son!”
Still, the bitch stood her ground. “1 don’t know where he is.”
Rosa used all her strength to push me off Lucy. I got back on my feet and sneered at the cowering lovers.
Lucy’s mouth was already bleeding, and her cheeks were tender and swollen. She hid behind Rosa and whimpered.
I took a deep breath and told myself not to act too rashly, but the sight of Lucy and her pathetic play at appearing innocent just riled me up again.
I pounced, this time grabbing Rosa by the neck, and held her up until her feet left the ground. “I will ask you one last time,” I told Lucy. “Tell me where my son is, or she will die here!”
I tightened my grip, and Rosa began making choking sounds.
“Let her go,” Lucy cried out, her eyes flashing with panic.
“Not until you give me back my son.” I sneered at Lucy as I pressed my thumb against Rosa’s carotid artery.
“Lucy… Help… Me…” She squeezed the words out with much difficulty. Her face was already turning purple, and tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.
I didn’t let it faze me. “Think it over carefully,” I said to Lucy, my tone firm and resolute. “If you don’t hand over my son, you will only experience pain and suffering. Are you willing to lose everything including your partner at the same time?”
I saw a bead of sweat trickle down from Lucy’s forehead to her chin. Her eyes were clouded with doubt and conflict, and for some reason, her scar looked even more hideous than it had just a minute ago.
She struggled with the decision for a few precious seconds. Then she lifted her head, her hateful face twisted into a look of pity. “I’m sorry, Crystal, but I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I felt my blood rush to my brain, and my heart fell at the realization that she had chosen to forsake the she-wolf in my hands.