Alpha Nocurne's Contracted Mate

“Eromaug?” Linus repeated back to Allen in shock, “Why do you need to know about him?”

Allen was silent as he studied his face. The look of shock and surprise that flashed across his eyes, followed by the worried expression that flickered across his face told Allen that Linus did indeed know something about the Daemon Lord. Whether or not it proved useful or not would remain to be seen.

“I’m pleased to see that your time here hasn’t impaired your hearing at least,” Allen commented dryly as he leaned against the wall casually, “I want to know what you know about him.”

Linus swallowed nervously and his eyes darted around his cell. “That’s a dangerous subject to discuss so openly…” He stammered fearfully.

“I wouldn’t call your cell an open place, Linus.” Linus clicked his tongue as his eyes narrowed.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about. Even in places that you consider safe, you’ll quickly re-evaluate your topics of conversation.” Linus hissed, “You still haven’t told me why you need to know.”

“And I’m still not going to tell you, Linus.” Allen snapped, already beginning to lose patience with the audacity of this man, “You are in no position to make demands for knowledge.”

Linus glowered at him fiercely and opened his m*outh to reply, but whatever he was going to retort with, he obviously decided against it and instead, sighed bitterly as he changed the position that he was seated in.

“Eromaug has been quietly gathering strength over the years.” Linus finally said as he stared at the manacles around his wrists, “We wouldn’t have known if it had not been for a spate of disappearances that involved the last known magick users across multiple communities.”

asked with a scowl as his mind instantly moved to

he had known, why hadn’t he

and a few more, but the king refused to take action in the early stages,

witches that he gathered?” Allen asked with a frown

you dumb f**k. Witches, warlocks, enchanters, necromancers, shamans, druids, sages, the fae… they all use magick of some sort.” Linus spat arrogantly, “Do you really think he would discriminate

care about that, I want to know why he took them and what he intends to

was really beginning to get under

wouldn’t join his cause then they were against him! I think it’s pretty obvious that anyone against him would be eradicated,

took a menacing step forward, with Linus scuttling back to a corner of his cell in response to his movement, as if he

the flesh crafter’s and necromancers’ work, I

taken…they could still be alive.” Allen murmured thoughtfully to himself

a s**t either. Magick users are unbalanced and unstable at best! Treacherous f***s that will turn on you with ease thanks to the way that they allow their magick to screw with

know better Linus, I would think that you had a deep seated

he spluttered and coughed violently, bringing his hands up to his throat at the same time as a river of

the floor and Allen stood frozen, his senses on high alert as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. There was no sign of anyone else in the cell, no scent that betrayed the presence of another, just the haunting echo of mocking laughter and a voice that made his blood