3 His Story

Chapter Three: His Story.

"Laurel! Laurel, wake up." Her wolf whispered to her. She moaned sleepily, but sharp pains went to her brain, taking away all the sleep. 

"Where are we?" She opened her eyes to see a bright light hanging above her. She tried to cover her eyes with her hands, but her hands were chained. 

"Where are we really?" She struggled more to look away from the light. How long had she been unconscious?

The room she was in was wet and soggy; algae grew on its walls, and there was a dead cockroach smeared on it. She crawled away from it.

What a sick place! Her stomach churned. Was she in a dungeon? Who dared keep her here? She was reminded of the events at the ball and the sudden attack by Goddess knows who. 

Lena's screams played in her ears, and she bit her lips. "Lena! Lena!! Are you there?" Lena was the only one in her life. Her only sister. 

"Please, moon goddess." She moaned, dragging herself to stand. "Is someone there?"

The door, which she never saw, opened, and she fell back in fright. A tall figure walked in, and the light blinded her from seeing the person's face. 

She studied the person and found the unique-designed sword that belonged to Stefan on their side. It was her mate. Elma wanted to leap for joy, but Laurel controlled her. 

"Did you bring us here?"

"Us?" he asked back. 

Laurel gulped, and she made a nod. "Yes, Lena and I?"

"You're the only one here, Princess." He moved around. "And, trust me, it's because I don't know what to do with you yet." 

Lena stepped away from him. What did he mean by saying he didn't know what to do with her? What should he do with her in the first place? 

"Wait, you attacked us?" She got flashbacks on how he had been pacing around the nobles. He wasn't just moving around aimlessly; he was counting their guards. 

"I know you hate my father, but isn't it too much to attack us? How big was the damage you did?" She yelled at him. 

She could now see his face clearly, and goodness, he was handsome, with a sharp jawline, double-lidded eyes, and dark blue pupils.

And even if the smirk on his face added to his handsomeness, she wanted to slap it off his face. 

"I killed every single resistance I found. My warriors, well, they had fun till they decided to bring back servants. I think your Lena was among the dead, not the servants." 

Laurel balled her fists and threw them at him, but she was chained to the walls and couldn't go far. How dare he say that to her face unapologetically? "She was my sister!"

Stefan's eyes dimmed. Sister? The lady wore a maiden's clothes and addressed her as 'Princess'. She was joking, wasn't she? 

He stared up with a frown. "She was your sister? Well, I sympathize with you. People lose their loved ones. Could be a sister or parents."

He paced around. "And there's nothing you can do about it unless you actually can."

Laurel glared at him with hatred, her cheeks soaking wet from her tears. "But I am your mate. How can you cause me such pain without remorse?"

Stefan guffawed, nodding and touching his sword. "Well, I guess that's where you are wrong, Princess. We aren't mates. We are enemies."

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It wasn't her fault that something happened to him. She didn't even think she was old enough to read when his tragedy happened. 

Fifteen years ago, her father had captured his parents and demanded control over their packs. No Alpha would agree to such, so they were tortured to death.

Stefan was only seven when his pack was raided. His loyal pack members hid him, and when her father sought to kill the heir to the old Alpha, his best friend surrendered for his sake. 

He spent the next fifteen years mourning, training, rebuilding, growing, and plotting revenge. Laurel felt it'd be bad if his revenge wasn't successful. 

"So that's why you killed my sister?" She croaked. "You attacked my pack because yours was attacked?"

Stefan frowned deeply. This princess was either confused or very heartless.

He took his time to narrate his story, and all she could do was ask if he should have done so. 

He lived in regret and anger for years, and when he finally put an end to all those, someone was undermining the effort.

"What else should I have done? Kill your father. I am on that, Princess." His voice was low.

Laurel's eyes quivered. "Kill my father?" No, that was the last family she had.

It was embarrassing that she addressed him as family, but that was all she had now. The last parent in the world for her. 

"Yes, kill your father. He had killed mine. Shouldn't I repay the favor? Judge fairly, Princess."

Laurel narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't forget the saying that there's no end to revenge. My father killed your father. You killed my father. Someone else will kill you as a father. You know that?"

Stefan growled at her, advancing to choke her, but his wolf restrained him. "Someone will kill me? You? Are you threatening me, bitch?!"

Laurel flinched at his words. Bitch? Such vulgar words to use on his mate. She was crossing his line, but he totally misunderstood her words. She only explained the cycle of revenge. 

Someone would always feel wronged and want revenge. Whoever you kill is always someone else's loved one. It never ends. 

She didn't bother to explain, as it seemed he was more blinded by hatred and anger; he didn't reason properly. "I rest my case." She said simply. 

Elma was becoming really annoyed with her mate. He was bullying her with no remorse. She began strengthening her heart for his rejection. 

Between she and Laurel, she had to be the stronger one so she'd protect them from more abuse, abuse that never ended. Neither with haters nor mates.

"You better, because I have enough reasons to justify my actions!" Stefan growled, and at the same time the door opened, two men were pushed into the dungeon. 

Laurel looked up, then moved back in fright. Was he bringing men to rape her? Beat her up?

But when the men came closer, she realized that they were elders from her pack. And she wasn't very pleased to see them.