Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (digital book reader .txt) 📕

"How's it my fault?" I cried out and this seemed to do the charm as he loosened his hold but didn't let go of me.

"I can fucking sense their good for nothing eyes on you." He turned me around abruptly as my back hit his chest making me gasp. He grabbed my neck from behind before tilting it towards the left.

"See. That piece of shit has been looking at you since you stepped inside this ballroom. I hate it when they look at you, it makes me want to kill them so fucking much," he whispered angrily in my ear and I looked at the man. His eyes widened as they met mine before I felt his eyes looking past my shoulder and he shook like a leaf before turning around. 

I gasped as Lucifer again turned me around making my chest meet his hard one. I shouldn't have dared to look up at him when I felt him leaning in. 

"Do you enjoy men ogling at your body? Do you enjoy their attention?" He snarled and I saw the glint of emotion that I was not sure if he possessed.

"Why are being like this? Like…" I gulped and he gripped my waist harshly making me lean on him.

"Like you're jealous," He wouldn't be jealous. Why would he be? I was just a source of entertainment for him, wasn't I?
I looked in astonishment as a humorless laugh escaped their lips and he leaned in my face, his eyes flickering red.

"I am not jealous, I'm territorial." 

"W-what?" 

"Jealous is when you want something that's not yours. Territorial is protecting what's already yours. And you are mine." 

His cold voice sends a shiver down my spine. I was not scared of his hold around me, or his threats but I was afraid of the emotion peeking through his eyes. 

"I-I'm not you-"

"Don't even fucking complete it." A growl erupted within his chest. 

"I'll carve my name into your back if that's what I have to do to let you know you're mine," I gulped down the fear. No! This was not how it should have been. He was saying these words so easily yet dominantly and I was quivering from inside.

"Y-you are hurting me," I whimpered implying his hard grip on my waist. He immediately looked at me and let go of me, completely leaving me. 

"Stay away from men and take it as a polite warning from my side, cause there won't be next time," my eyes closed when I felt his hot breathing near my ear. 

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The whole evening went in a blur with me worrying about Lucifer's words. I was not his to claim, I never was but why did his words make me so scared and fretful. I didn't know where did he vanished after threatening me and I didn't want to know either.

He was a difficult man with anger issues and his anger was getting on my nerves. 

I was tired only by looking at people dancing and drinking. One thing I noticed about werewolves was that they had a high tolerance for alcohol. The need to get fresh air overwhelmed me several times but I didn't move from my place, I knew better. Angelina was talking to Cassian as she moved her hands in the air telling him about something and Cassian was looking at her with a smile on his lips. If she wouldn't be married, I might have mistaken them for a couple. 

My father was in the line of vision talking to a man probably in his late 40s. 

"How's Zhoutis?" I swiftly turned around and almost fell when a hand supported me. I slowly relaxed when she let go of my arm while chuckling.

"Clumsy, are we?" She raised her curious brow and I blushed away. She came closer as she stood by my side admiring the view in front of her. 

"Beautiful.." I muttered.

We both stayed there in comfortable silence between us as I contemplated my thoughts. 

"When Perseus first brought me here, I was scared. I didn't know how would I ever balance the weight of nature," I didn't understand her words. They were a little hard to process. 

I knew my father forced her to come with him but after that, I didn't know a penny.

"You're a witch-"

"And Perseus still married me? This is what you wanna ask, right?" 

"..yes.."

She sighed and turned towards me before ticking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as she looked deeply into my eyes.

"I'm not a born witch, but I can still use magic, you wanna know how? I was barren, I couldn't conceive child,” The look of hurt and disdain in her eyes made me stop her from telling whatever she was going to say. My heart clenched looking at her watery eyes.

"You do-"

"I need to tell you everything, Safina." A small smile crept on her lips before she continued.

"A woman, Celine was her name, gave me a leaf, which I assumed was some medicine, and I took it. Back then I didn't know it was a leaf of a sacred plant, Amophila, which nowadays is rare to found...The leaf changed my life, Safina."

I kept looking at her because I didn't know what to say. I was not shocked, I knew about leaves but I didn't know what was its effects.

"Amophila is a rare plant blessed with magical powers. It was believed that the great goddess of witches planted it so that her bloodline of witches never extinct." 

Now I get it. 

"So, this made me a partial witch. Born witches and partial witches aren't the same, So that is the reason I and your aunt Aphrodite are married to the worst enemies of witches. Born witches are far more powerful than us and with a sway of their hands they can destroy several villages but partial witches have only one or two specific powers like mine is that I can control the weather with my emotions." Shocked? Nah? I wasn't. I had heard worse.

"That makes sense," I whispered before smiling up at her. 
Her eyes looked at me and she smiled back and raised her hands curved them around her neck before she opened her pendant.