V3 Chapter 59

When Cian woke up, he found himself in an interesting situation.

He smiled, as he stared at the red-haired woman straddling him on the ground while looking at him from above with a cold expression. A sharp dagger was on her hand, placed again his throat.

Still, he didn’t show a bit of expression and stared back at her. A genial expression appearing on his face. Beside them was another furious red-haired woman glaring at the woman that was straddling his chest.

“I said back away, or I’ll kill him!”

the red-haired young woman sneered pressing the cold metal against his throat.

“You bitch! Do it, if you dare! I'll rip you apart!”

Amadea growled, but still, she did what she wanted and step back, afraid that the insane young woman really swung the dagger. She gritted her teeth in hatred; “Hurt him, and I'll kill you!"

Regina scowled.

“Perhaps, but not before him!”

“How dare you, you slave!!”

“You drug me!!”

Regina cried out in anger.

“I am not a slave!!”

“You--!!”

Regina snorted at her and returned her attention back to Cian, who doesn’t seem to understand the situation and was still having that silly, handsome smile on his face. Yeah. She had to admit. Though, rather than handsome, he was more beautiful.

“Is this the part where I am supposed to scream?”

He asked in a husky voice.

Cian seemed to be enjoying being the victim. His voice filled her ears, and suddenly the images she had of him before were brought up. Immediately after, Regina felt her womanhood throb at his voice. Her face flushed, but she gritted her teeth.

“You raped me!” she said.

“Yeah, I did,”

Cian shrug and said honestly.

“And I was actually, really planning in making you, my slave,”

“Slave?”

Regina gritted her teeth, “A Werebeast’s slave?!”

“Yes, and I still want you,”

“Dream on! That would never happen!”

“Perhaps, and I know you would never agree to it. Not to mention you should still be hating me for what I did to you, and your friends, for that matter- hate me enough to kill me, am I right?” he raised his hand, causing Regina to look at him vigilantly, the dagger pressed even harder to his neck, but with Cian’s inhuman toughness, it still needed more force to completely penetrate his skin.

But she didn’t do it, and watch as his hand landed on the hand she was holding the dagger, “Then, do it…slit my throat, kill me if you want,”

Cian said calmly as he pushed her hand.

“Cian!!”

Amadea cried out anxiously.

What the hell is this guy saying?!

Is he insane?!

“But before that, please let me tell you, I really love you… I really wanted you to be mine,”

The skin on his neck bleeds, leaking out a bit of blood. But the pain seemed to be non-existent, as he still has a faint, gentle smile on his face, looking at her with a genuine expression.

“Nooo!!”

Suddenly, Regina cried out and suddenly flung her hand sideways, throwing the dagger away.

She stared at him in silent rage, before suddenly covering her face with her hands and started crying. What is she doing?! She sobbed loudly, her cries echoed in every corner of the cave.

Amadea was startled by the development, at the same time, she let out a sigh of relief. Still, she’s angry at Regina. If not for Cian, telling her to calm down in her mind, she would have immediately rushed, tackled the crying girl, and beat her up.

Pity is never in her blood.

The act of threatening her lover's life in front of her is already beyond the limit of what she can tolerate. Now, all her good impression and fondness of the girl turned into fury- she even has this strong urge to kill her. But without Cian’s permission, she didn’t dare do it.

Cian smiled victoriously.

He knows that Regina would not be able to kill him. In fact, even if she did, she had already been branded with a Slave Seal, so hurting him would be impossible. She would die first before she could do anything. Well, not like he needed to say that loudly, though.

In the first place, he can hardly feel hostility from her, rather only confusion.

But he wanted to settle this issue humanely as possible. That’s why he tested her. And well, she passed with flying colors. The first stage is completed. He slowly sat upright, opened his arms, and hugged her.

“Let, go of me!”

“I won’t let go,” he gently murmured against her ears while holding her tightly. “You'll either have to kill me or just stay in my arms for a while,"

Regina’s body jerked and tried to struggle, but her attempts are quite weak, and more like a lover acting coy, and in just a few moments, she stopped and started leaning against his chest while crying.

She had a stubborn will, but a soft heart.

When she'd found herself deceived and assaulted, that kind of fury and shock, as well as the unwillingness to let go and all sorts of other complicated emotions had caused her to feel uncertain about how to deal with the situation.

So Cian knew that he had to step forward at this time.

No, it should be, this was the best moment to make his move and deal with the final clincher.

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"I... I am really going to kill you,"

Regina said again, though, she had already stopped struggling and let him hold her in his arms.

"Go ahead and kill me! You can kill me or cut off my flesh as punishment, it's all up to you. I'm willing to bear all the consequences,"

But Cian remained unfazed and said as if he didn't have a care in the world.

However, after his last words, Regina didn't move again.

She calmly remained in his arms like a dignified kitten tenderly embraced by him, and she stayed motionless, burrowing her face against his chest, sobbing silently.

Cian also didn't say another word, this time. He had already said what he needed to say.

Everything was extremely peaceful with only the sound of the two of them breathing. Then, after a while, he smiled faintly while rubbing her back, “Please don’t cry, Mi Amore. I hate to see you cry,”

But his gentle words seemed to only fuel the fire, and her cries became even stronger. Cian didn’t stop and continued to stroke her naked back, calming her down. His eyes found Amadea’s gaze full of hatred, and he shook his head.

‘Calm down, this is an expected outcome…lengthen your patience,’ he said to her in her mind.

Amadea was unreconciled but still, the anger in her eyes somewhat weakened.

After a few minutes, the cries become sob.

Cian cradled Regina's face with both hands, lifting her head to look at her.

“Cried enough?” he said as he softly wipes her tears with his thumbs.

“I don’t know…I ought to hate you, I ought to kill you, but I can’t…I don’t know what to do,” she said still crying.

She then hit his chest. And then again. And again. Regina hit him repeatedly until he wrapped his arms around her and held her against him tighter that her arms were now unable to move, folded against their chests. She cried on his shoulder.

Cian smelled her hair, mixed with the scent of a woman, and sex.

Well, she’s still delicious in any case.

He kisses the top of her head then gives her a squeeze.

“Is being my slave really that impossible?” he asked softly.

Regina’s body trembled. She was silent for a few moments before she finally lifted her head up, her gaze complicated. She shivered- she felt as if she was teetering on a precipice, about to fall. This feeling of suddenly in the face of a choice, given, she knows would surely change her life and something she can never turn back into- whether it be regret or happiness that awaits her at the bottom.

Cian looks at her, gazing fiercely and lovingly into her eyes. he skimmed his fingers along her jaw, as he let out a sigh- a pained smile on his lips.

"You know... I'm stunned by how much it hurts for you to think ill of me."

She swallowed hard. "I..."

"You know... I had fallen for you the very moment I first saw you. She's the one, I felt my heart crying those very words, the moment our eyes met."

"... ..."

"I did many bad things... many, many bad things. Perhaps... things enough to condemn to the underworld. But still... I wanted to be with you, even if it means using force...and so I did that. I'm sorry... but I know that apology cannot reverse the things that had happened. The pain that I had caused you. But, I just want you to know... it might not be a reason, well-accepted, but I...I did those things because I was swallowed by grief... sadness and sorrow from the playful fate that led you to me. Now... I was done... done something worse to Mi Amore, but I have no regret... only... please know my heart lies with you...always."

Regina's tears couldn't stop, she sobbed and cried, his words stabbing deep into her heart, melting the coldness that wrapped around it.

"But... but I can't... I can't. I abhor you... I hate you, you're my enemy."

"Because I'm a Werebeast..."

"... ..."

She sobbed even harder, cried even louder. She raised her hands, gripping each side of his face, before leaning forward, his lips paste against her forehead.

"I'm sorry..."

"Could it really not work between us...?" Cian once again pushed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the temple of her head. "Could we really not follow our hearts, and not surrender to our fate? Perhaps, I might not be in the position to say this... but can't we start anew, now that our hearts have been opened, bare to each other? We might not be able to change the past... but can't we start for a good future, between us...?"

Open your heart, Regina... follow the voice of fate, that ties us together.

"...But am I going to be going to be your slave?"

Her voice changed. She didn't raise her head, still, she asked.

"It's a metaphor... a word of affection," he said. "Though, it's also a sign of assurance."

"...assurance?"

"You know... when we Werebeasts love will surely love with all our hearts. However, love between man and werebeast all failed, and it falls as fate dictates. I want you, and I don't want to follow those footsteps."

While saying so he dusted her face with kisses. Her cheeks, her brow, her beautiful and alluring eyes.

“I know it sounds bad, but I promise you, I won’t treat you badly. Unless, you wanted otherwise, of course,” he tried to joke, and somehow it caused a good reaction from her. Her face flushed, and she trembled, seemly embarrassed.

Cian chuckled, and once again lifted her face to look at him.

“I really want you, Regina… I really do. But if you said you don’t want to, I can let you go. We didn’t complete the blood oath ritual, and you know that. And I hope you know why I allowed that… that is because I hope you will take accept with a clear mind, and not while you are confused due to pleasure. You can still back down if you want…”

Truly a hypocrite... he cursed himself.

The blood oath might have not been completed, but it doesn’t matter to him.

His Slave Seal had already been engraved in her heart, and with just one thought, he can destroy her heart instantly the moment she displayed a hint of hostility. If she did, it would only mean that there's no value in keeping her alive- no chances of her turning to his side.

Hypocrite, indeed... but Cian believes that he can only survive longer with a kind face and an evil heart than he can with just a kind face, or only with an evil heart- either one without, would only limit his fate.

There's value in keeping Regina than killing her- quite a number, rather. But, if she proved to be useless, then he would not hesitate to cut lines with her.

I want a naive cat... not a ferocious tiger.

That is why, Cian hopes that she truly becomes his slave- both in mind and in body…after all, Regina is a wonderful woman. It would be a waste just to use her as an expendable asset. if she proves her worth to him, he doesn't mind showering her with affection, she so desires.

“...if possible, Amore, I really want you to become my slave. I want you. And I don’t want to let you go. I love you, I truly do,” his expression both imploring and gentle.

He hugged her again, tightly, and kissed her head.

Regina looked up at him. She bit her lips, seemly hesitating.

“Do you really want me to be your slave?”

Seeing the tears run down her cheeks, Cian touched her face and smoothed the tears away with his thumb. His beautiful snake-like eyes stared at her, somehow full of pride and hot promises. And even Regina felt drowned by it, not knowing the true emotion hiding within.

“Yes, still, I can love you all the same, even if not. If that’s what you want, I won’t force you. If you want to leave, I can only watch your back as you go. However, I want you to be mine…Regina... and mine alone,” he said, then gave a resigned shrug.

“I’m not going to lie about it or prevaricate. So I’m going to put all my cards on the table... I want everything you have to give me. I don’t want to give you to anyone else. Just the thought of you being with someone else, being with another man, even if it’s your lover, hurts me. It breaks my heart. I want you to be mine alone. Because of that, I thought, making you my slave would give me that reassurance,” he made an aggrieved look.

Regina looks at him for a few seconds. Then, her gaze went down, staring at his lips and then back up into his eyes. Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his lips.

Just like that, his cock sprang to full attention and he had to shift so he wouldn’t grind himself against her.

A success! Now, one last push!

Cian wrapped her tight in his arms. Just a minute. He would let go in just one minute. She stroked her back, giving her the affection she was looking for.

“I won’t say I wasn’t mad and hurt, but…” she sighed against him.

“I, I don’t know…”

“I’m not rushing you to answer me now… you can also consider it- we have time,” he said as he slid his fingers over the delicate slope of her jaw.

Though Cian was just saying it, after all, he was not one to consider someone’s thoughts, but he still needed to act as if he is, for he understood her. She still clung to her pride, her status, her identity, and tried to hang onto her heart.

But not for long.

Such things are not needed for the future waiting for her.

And he would make her understand she didn’t need to.

He would strip away all the walls and barriers she put up because he didn’t intend for anything to come between them again. And she would certainly become his. Heart, Body, and Mind.

She is his prey, and she would never be able to escape from him.

Cian's eyes gleamed.

A ferocious predatory gaze flashed in his eyes.

Never.