Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Valentine Winters P.O.V

He advanced towards me and unbolted the chains before flinging me on the bed. He hovered over me in the next second. I tired to budge but he pointed the sharp blade against my neck challenging me.

My eyes enlarged as I remained unmoving.

I closed my eyes tight as I felt him trailing the blade down my shirt.

I felt him launch to arise up my shirt. I tried to move making him glower at me to stop. Tears welled up in my eyes.

He raised it right below my chest before trailing the blade up and down my stomach. I shivered nervous from it’s sharpness.

“Don’t.” I begged.

He slapped right across my face making my face go to the opposite direction he slapped. It stung.

I can’t believe he slapped me.

“Did I permit you to speak ?” He enquired.

“What do you want ?” I asked in a whisper as one tear streamed down my cheek.

“You humiliated me.” He snarled.

“I saved you and this is how you repay me ?” He questioned.

“I’m sorry.” I apologised.

“What’s done is done.” he stated.

“Do you know what’s this blade is made of ?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“It’s made of lethal silver. So when I carve it, will stay forever unless given the remedy but it’s unbelievably agonising.” He answered.

“Please don’t.” I begged.

“I though you might say that.” He smirked before slicing down on my skin.

I winced when he trailed the sharp blade down my stomach making it bleed and burn.

“Stop,” I pleaded.

“Please.” I sobbed.

I kept begging him to bring to an end but he didn’t listen and kept carving something on my stomach.

Eventually when he was done, he wiped the blood from the blade on my shirt.

“Free tattoo.” He says.

I couldn’t see what he wrote but what I know was that it was excruciatingly and agonisingly painful.

“Can’t see ?” He asked.

He said took out his phone before snapping a picture of it and showed me. What laid on the screen made me turn my head not wanting to see it.

He tugged my face back making me see it. “Doesn’t it represent you ?” He asked.

He scribbled ‘Dirty bitch’ with a smiley face on my stomach that was covered in red; my blood. Tears were freely flowing out of my eyes.

He scurried off me. “Pathetic, inform your dad that you won’t be home.” He ordered.

He hauled me up harshly making me wince and dragged me before pushing me into the washroom shutting the door behind me.

Lucifer Argent’s P.O,V

She punched me in front of everyone, frail getting beat up by a girl; especially a werewolf.

Where did this recently developed intrepidity hoover into her? Is it when I was being a little amiable ?

I am equitable for what I am doing with no regret or remorse. I know the people who are in my shoes would have done the same.

When I scribbled on her stomach; I felt the torment but I was too clouded on hurting her that I cared less.

I’m going to make her broken.

Scared of me.

Never helping her.

Valentine Winters P.O.V

I messaged my dad that I’m in my friends house because of some school assessments.

I just lied to him.

“Sit there at the corner.” He ordered.

I went to the corner and sat down before wincing again from the pain.

“If I see you sleeping, you’ll be severely penalised.” He threatened.

I nodded.

I didn’t sleep.

I didn’t know for how long, I could her his soft snores corroborating that he was asleep.

My eyelids began to drop.

I was falling asleep.

I tried to keep my eyes to stay open for long as possible.

At some point, I slept.

I woke up startled and wet when I felt icy cold water being splashed on me.

“Stubborn” He stated.

”I’m sorry.” I apologised.

“Be prepared when I’m back.” He said then shut his door.