My Most Precious Human

Chapter 22

All shapeshifters turned into their animal form in a split of a second. I stood on the platform a few

meters away from all of them and observed the situation terrified. I looked at Sariel. He was smiling

wickedly as if the werewolves did something he was hoping for.

Declan as a red-fur wolf stood as a leader. He was glaring at Sariel with his fiery eyes. Sariel spread

his arms wide open, provoking him to attack, and Declan's fury had already overpowered his rationality.

He charged up ahead at Sariel. The others followed.

"No!" I screamed, but my scream died among the snarling sounds of fury.

Suddenly, Mr. Gotha and three other vampires barged from the back of the audience hall. They must

have already been prepared to take action in case of attack. A few enraged wolves stormed at them

while Declan and the rest of the wolves charged at Sariel.

Sariel didn't move an inch. He just waited for the wolves to come at him at their full speed. Declan

jumped to attack him, but Sariel simply used one hand to push him away. Then he grabbed another

wolf who tried to attack him and snapped his neck. He killed three other wolves that tried to come at

him. It took him less than a minute. Infuriated Declan straightened up his claws trying to tear Sariel's

flesh, but he swiftly dodged then punched his filled with sharp teeth jaw. Declan landed on the floor,

besotted.

By the time he ineptly tried to get up to continue his fight, the rest of his team were already dead, killed

by Sariel, Mr. Gotha, and the guards. Blood flooded the entire floor. Sariel smirked wickedly and

stretched his neck. Then he walked towards Declan, who was still lying on the floor. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Don't bother getting up. It's over," Sariel stated coldly.

Declan couldn't even growl. His jaw was broken and severely bleeding, and his crushed ribs made his

breathing hardly possible. He barely moved his paws. Sariel crouched down beside him.

"Do you know why I didn't kill your brother back then?" he asked nonchalantly.

Declan slightly raised his eyes. He might have been dying, but the hatred in his eyes was still alive.

"Your brother was lucky, because I was outside my territory, and I couldn't risk causing a political

conflict, but this… this case is completely different." Sariel maliciously chuckled. "You were stupid

enough to attack me in my own castle, and this is why you will die…"

Sariel watched indifferently while Declan spat his blood, weakly snarling. I curled down on the floor,

trembling. I had a feeling that I could be next to taste Sariel's cruelty. Mr. Gotha walked over to his

master and bowed.

"I apologize. I underestimated the situation. We entered a little too late. I shouldn't have allowed Master

to get his hands dirty. We will clean this mess right away and dispose of the stink."

"That's fine, Leo," Sariel said calmly then he turned my way and looked at me with a vicious smirk. "I

enjoyed meeting these filthy creatures quite much…"

I flinched. Declan was still bleeding out in agony, and apparently, no one was going to end his suffering

in a less painful way. Sariel stood up, wiping off the drops of werewolves' blood from his jacket.

"Come here, Lilith. They won't bite," he said, spitefully snorting.

I gulped and slowly walked down the platform. When I was closer, Sariel grabbed my hand and started

dragging me towards the door at the end of the hall.

"Where are you taking me?!" I called, terrified.

"Shut up!" he roared angrily while stepping into the corridor.

He squeezed my wrist, nearly crushing my bones. He pushed me inside the nearest room, then he

entered the room as well and shut the door. Then he pressed me against the wall while giving me a

cold glare.

"Why are you acting like this? I would have told you everything. I just didn't know how…" I muttered,

gazing into his hateful stare.

"It wouldn't have changed anything, even if you told me right when we met," he hissed, slowly stabbing

his pointy claws into the skin of my neck.

"Please! I have nothing to do with them!" I begged.

He chuckled evilly. "How disloyal to the members of your own pack…"

"I am not a member of the pack!" I used all of my strength to push him away.

Perhaps he found my efforts amusing since he mercifully stepped away. I collapsed on my knees. He

looked down at me and smirked.

"Yes… You should stay like this and beg," he stated emotionlessly.

"I did nothing wrong!" I burst into tears.

"You are Randall D'Apolito's daughter! You are guilty enough!" he fumed.

I gazed at him in disbelief, then I started laughing hysterically while crying.

"Are you trying to deny it?" he asked in a tone full of disdain.

I lowered my head, my tears falling on the floor.

"You know… I don't recall anything before the time I was brought to the orphanage. I grew up there

since my dearest father sent me there because I was born as a human. I was hated, I was abused, and

I was bullied, but I wished it could stay that way because being ignored by him was far better than his

interest…" I muttered, continuously shedding tears.

He gazed at me and clicked his tongue, letting me know that he didn't care a damn about my sad life

story. Despite his unchanging attitude, I continued.

"At some point, my father learned that there was something special in my blood. Genotypically

speaking, my genes are perfect for werewolves… Only the wolf gene is missing, which basically means

that whichever Alpha impregnates me, he will become the father of the most powerful wolf in history.

This is the reason he wants me back. He wants to sell me. He wants his most valuable slave back…" I

smiled bitterly, mocking myself.

Sariel stood silently while listening to my story. I raised my head and looked into his eyes.

"Fine… I won't kill you. In two days, you will testify in front of the Grand Council, and the day after that

you will leave the castle and New Argent City," he tossed, gritting his teeth.

He opened the door and was about to leave the room while I processed his words.

"Wait!" I called nervously, still on my knees.

"What else do you want?" he squeezed out through his teeth while standing at the threshold.

"Three days from now, my father will find out that Declan is dead, and there will already be a hundred

wolves in the city looking for me! There is no way I could escape from them when they will know

exactly where I am!" I claimed, desperately looking for the slightest sign of humanity in him.

"And what is it to me?" he snickered viciously.

"Please… I beg you to… give me protection…" I voiced it out, clenching my fists.

He burst out laughing, then leaned over me and grabbed my chin.

"I don't know if you are this bold or this stupid!" Sariel chuckled wickedly. "Why would I ever give you

protection?!"

I grabbed his hand that was holding my chin and pushed it away.

"Because I am a victim here!" I glared at him and added, "I get that you hate wolves, but I am a human!

What makes you hate me?!"

Sariel clenched his teeth and stated coldly, "Even if you are not Randall D'Apolito's favorite child, you

still have his blood in your veins… the blood of the one who murdered my Mother."