Poison Rose(Roses & Kings #1)
Chapter 21

Casvan

"You know, you could probably save yourself the agonizing pain and tell me what I need to know, instead of wasting my time and making me do this to you. If you talk, your brother will at least get a respite from our session later,"

The little witch said as she twisted in the little sharp dagger coated in liquid silver into my pectoral between my ribs, blood gushed out just like it did a few hundred times. After which she'd always give me something from a vile which would eject the poisonous silver out of my body. It kind of amuse me that they think I was a werewolf. Yes sometimes I can change into wolf. And silver those seem to irritate me but that's all.

I made a mental note to steal a lot of these vials, they would come in handy when I choose to ally with the wolves. Now that I have a mate it would be good to have allies unlike before when I didn't give a fuck what happens to me. I have to protect my kitten now and in year our youngling.

I would give the vial to Alaric for him to replace out what is inside it and make more of it. The bitch is healing me so that I couldn't die before she's through with me. She doesn't know that it would take a great lot to end someone like me. Sure the blood loss had made me weak. But it wouldn't kill me.

"Fuck, you are enjoying this too much aren't you? I'm glad to make your day. I'm always all about pleasing the ladies,"I growl out. The pain is excruciating. But I could take it. Javan has probably hurt more than I was the last time I'd seen the guy he looked almost unrecognizable.

My torturer is a pretty red hair with perky tits. I would have loved to ogle her, if I wasn't being tortured and didn't have a beautiful mate. But I do I have my Kitten, my sexy beautiful mate. Who already owns my heart.

"You could be stubborn all day and not answer my questions but fortunately for me we've got tomorrow and the day after that, eventually I will break you." I laugh. I couldn't help it, my ribs hurt from how much I'm cackling.

If this little puny human woman thinks she would be able to break me, then she should definitely think again. I'm pretty sure she's going to try her best though, but breaking me is something she would never do.

How a pretty little thing like her could torture someone as large as me without fear of repercussion is beyond me. But the red hair isn't afraid. She's got mettle. I would give her that and she knows how to work a knife.

From all her moves and that of the older woman whom she'd called Lydia, I knew they're properly trained. They'd have to be otherwise they wouldn't have been able to elude us all these years.

When I'd finally be taken back to the dungeon I hurt all over and had probably bled a whole gallon of blood. I had seen Javan was still strapped to the bed. Rage had almost overtaken me. They'd vivisected him. Tear him open and sew him back together.

I don't fucking know what they were hoping to achieve or what they were looking for inside his chest that would warrant this inhumanity. I had begun to growl trying in vain to break the chains when the fluttering of my Kitten consciousness had soothed me, I'm sure she didn't consciously do it to soothe me.

She knows, we had a bond. A strong bond but not as strong as I was told it would be. But I'm going to give it time,the more time we spend together the stronger it will get. I knew the moment I claimed her the bond will be complete. Bonded forever. She must have been happy, amuse or something just now, her amusement calmed me.

As long as it wasn't another male, we won't have a problem. I hate the thought of any male going near my Kitten, and when she'd come here with the scent of another male spending stuck and diluted with her delicious scent, I had felt such a powerful rage unlike any I'd ever had.

It took all of my control to contain that rage. She's mine. Both my beast and I are in agreement that she should only get her pleasure from us,I would scent mark her,the second she came into my arms.

Days had passed and I had only been taken out of my jail a couple of times. Reyna, my beautiful Kitten, had kept me company during those long, dark and lonely nights. All the torture, and starvation was nothing of consequence as long as I set my eyes on her. I replace myself happy even if I didn't always know how to show it.

We had grown closer during those times. My Kitten is strong and smart and she's also very kind and considerate. She always brings me food which unknowingly is something a female does for her mate back in our planet when her female brings you food it means she's inviting you to her bed,it pleases me immensely when she comes to see me.

I am impatient for her, wanting to touch her, kiss her and stroke her soft beautiful hair to replace out if it's as silky as it looked. My Kitten's fighting the attraction, but she couldn't stop herself from coming to me, I could have told her fighting the bond is futile.

My thoughts went back to Kayak and what I had seen through my dreams, it's great that things are finally going according to plan. I have had this horrible feeling for days. Javan hadn't been brought into the dungeon, while I had lied to Reyna and shown her I didn't care about him.

It wasn't true, I'm worried about Javan, it would be a tragedy if he died before he could replace his mate. He was excited when I had chosen him to be my partner, all he ever wanted was to have a mate before he could succumb to his violent nature. And I hope he gets to meet her and she's everything he hoped for.

The loud agonizing growl I heard cut through my thoughts sharply like a hot knife through butter, Instantly I knew it was Javan. The growl was different, anguished and not at all like him, then I felt it the severed connection from a sworn warrior who had given his oath to his king.

Javan has been killed. I tried to filter through all the noise from outside that my inner musing had distracted me from earlier.

There were so many voices, I smelled hate, pity, anger and sadness but most of all I smelled blood. So much blood, Javan blood.

Grief and anger made me growl loudly, my fangs slid free, I yanked at the chains that imprison and restrict my movement. My wrists and ankles and everywhere the hurt but I didn't care. I am weak, I need to save my strength. I pulled harder on the chains and it hurt. Hunger, blood loss and the cuts on my body has weaken me.

But pain is good. It would cut through the grief and violent rage I was feeling to ground me. I needed to calm down before I frightened my Kitten when she came to me tonight.

I have to wait just a little bit longer and it all be over. After Javan none of my warriors will ever have to lose their lives like this.

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