93: 93 I Slept With You For A Reason

93 I Slept With You For A Reason

Catherine's POV 2

"Hmm~" Lancaster whimpered, trembling as sweat instantly covered his skin under the white cloth restraints.

I couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction I felt watching him struggle, especially when he was bound like that. If my nails pushed a slight twist in his wounds, he would convulse in pain.

Perhaps reaching the threshold of agony, he surprisingly laughed. I arched an eyebrow, observing Lancaster trying to control his breath and enduring the pain as he stared at me through the white cloth.

"Hahaha, Catherine, pitiful Catherine, my dear sister, you can't kill me."

A growing shadow darkened my heart.

"Father won't let you do it. I know. And you can only obey our father's commands," he said, his red lips under the white cloth turning pale from the pain, yet he continued to sneer, "Let me think, my dear sister. You've come to see me after such a long time, so our father must have figured out how to release me. How about it, Catherine? Are you once again becoming a discarded tool in father's plan?"

I listened expressionlessly, a suppressed smile curling at the corner of my mouth, and malevolence filled my eyes.

"Indeed, Lancaster," I spoke in a soft tone, while my other hand caressed the cloth-wrapped surface of his head, my thumb gently pressing against his eyes beneath the cloth, causing his eyelashes to tremble wildly at the touch of my fingertip.

I leaned close to his ear, speaking words that slipped between my teeth, "I'm in a terrible mood right now, Lancaster. Your worthless actions have made me a sacrificial tool. Tell me, how could I not kill you to vent my frustration?"

The once-healed scab on my back started to ache again. Seeing Lancaster's brazen attitude fueled my anger, washing away my reason like waves crashing upon the shore.

I exerted slight pressure on my fingers, continuing my downward path, gliding past the protruding cartilage of his throat, feeling his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed nervously. Lancaster seemed to have finally sensed my concealed killing intent, and he began to scream in fear, "Father won't spare you, Catherine."

Father? Every time I heard that word, my fury intensified.

"No, no, no, Lancaster, if I kill you, father will only have me left as a tool. Then, I won't be sacrificed," I chuckled softly, slowly pulling out the nail that had pierced his wound, using my other hand, stained with his blood, to cover his screaming mouth. Pinned down like this, Lancaster looked like a piece of meat on a butcher's block.

"You know, my dear brother, we've never seen eye to eye since we were children, yet we strangely resemble each other so much. Every time I see that face so similar to mine committing foolish and incomprehensible acts, I wonder if fate mixed up our souls in the wrong bodies."

"You are so lucky, yet disgustingly foolish," I finally couldn't bear the pent-up anger in my heart and seized his throat. I watched as Lancaster, bound by iron chains, struggled desperately on the bed, and the heavy chains made a dull sound as they moved and collided against the bed.

"Re... release me," Lancaster pleaded, grabbing my wrist with both hands, but he couldn't exert enough strength due to the constraints of the iron chains. His lips weakly moved, unable to stop my tightening grip. My hand pressed firmly against his throat, and I could hear his bones crackling beneath the skin.

The underground cell in Black Tower was eerily quiet. No one knew what was happening. Squinting my eyes, I watched Lancaster, who resembled a fish being thrown ashore, helpless and immobilized by my firm grip.

How delightful it sounded. It felt as if I were squeezing an almost bursting balloon. I gazed at Lancaster's pallid face on the bed, feeling a sense of trance-like weightlessness.

Is it going to end like this? I asked myself. There seemed to be a rush of wind in my ears, and the next moment, my hand was forcefully pulled away.

Lancaster took a sharp intake of breath. He held his neck, curled up, and began to cough violently.

"Are you insane?" he managed to say amid his coughs.

Suddenly, my body was enveloped in warmth. A pair of hands firmly held my shoulders, pressing me into his embrace. My face was gently cradled, and I met a pair of familiar eyes.

Those eyes were ordinary brown, a common color among werewolves. His aura was also typical, emitting the pure scent of a beta, commonly found among werewolves. Yet, when he looked at me, it felt like he was gazing at the brightest star in the sky, and the starlight would always shine on him, making him stand out in my eyes.

Bud was always dependable and reliable in front of others. He was a mighty general, a trusted subordinate of His Highness Kral, and Alen's good friend. But only with me, he was just my Bud, my possession.

"Calm down, Catherine," Bud said, his face displaying a look I had never seen before - something akin to concern. He gently brushed his lips against my forehead, and his eyes traced my entire body. I felt his warm hand enclosing my tightly clenched fingers, providing a comforting touch.

The haze in my mind started to dissipate, and my sanity returned.

"How did you get here?" I looked at Bud, still clad in his knight's attire. According to the schedule for Kral's engagement ceremony, Bud was supposed to be patrolling outside and engaging in unavoidable social activities at the banquet. I knew he wouldn't be able to leave, which is why I took his belongings and entered the Black Tower with confidence.

"Why did you come at this time?" Bud tried to suppress his anger. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then opened them again. "Something unexpected happened at the banquet, so the engagement ceremony ended earlier than planned. I didn't see you at the banquet, and then I received a message from the guards at Black Tower saying that someone used my letter to enter. How do you think I should feel?"

"What should you think?" I raised an eyebrow, placing my hands on his broad shoulders, and gently pursed my lips. "My dear Bud, do you believe that the reason I slept with you was because of love?"

"What do you mean?" Bud tensed his body defensively. His complexion turned slightly grim.

"I mean, if I make you happy, you should make me happy too. It's only fair. I used your letter to come in and kill a prisoner who made me unhappy. Are you going to stop me?"

Bud's gaze felt like a stab in my heart.

"Is this why you slept with me? For this purpose?" He clenched his teeth, and his facial muscles twitched, revealing distinct bone lines.

"What else would it be?" I looked at him coldly, a smirk playing on my lips.

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