บททั้งหมดของ Louisa Unchained: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

　Louisa's POV　　I tried to calm down, but I felt that my whole world was collapsing in front of me.　　"Please... Help..." I whispered.　　I couldn't recognize my voice. The abrasion in my throat was excruciating.　　"I can't help you. You have to heal yourself." Lucian shook his head and said.　　"Help... Darren..." I gathered my strength and said.　　Lucian stroked my hair gently and said, "Louisa, you have to cheer up, so you can help him yourself."　　"No..." I shook my head and whispered. "I don't want... I can't live like this... anymore..."　　Lucian said, "Don't say things like that. You can't give up."　　I said in a trembling voice, "Lucian... He will... beat me to death... I can't... continue..."　　Lucian looked into my eyes and said, "He needs you to be alive. I need you to be alive. I don't care how painful you feel. You have to keep on going. You're not allowed to die. Focus on healing yourself, Louisa."　　"No," I said bri

　Lucas' POV　　"Fuck, Lucian. Give me some good news. I mean, the good ones. Not the ones that sound about right at the very beginning and fucking end with a sudden twist of things going bad, because that made me want to strangle you to death." I lay on my giant bed, feeling exhausted from a long fucking day.　　I once kept chasing a fucking bunch of louts for three consecutive days and I didn't feel half as tired as I am right now.　　And tomorrow will be an even longer fucking day because a fucking Grand Ball will be on the way and I don't even have a fucking date.　　With that fucking skinny ass she-wolf down, who am I going to dance with?　　"Will you dance with me tomorrow?" I flipped on my bed to look up at Lucian.　　"Yeah, with you dressing up beautifully in a skirt, why not?" Lucian handed me a glass of water as well as a few hangover pills.　　"Fuck you, Lucian. When the day comes, I won't be the one who's wearing a skirt. I'll give you that." I

　Louisa's POV　　"Wake up!" I heard someone shouting and the clashing sound of iron.　　I opened my eyes and saw some soldiers standing in front of me.　　Darren woke up as well. He pulled up the cape to cover my body, holding me in his arms. I knew he was trying to block me behind his body.　　He looked so thin. He needed to eat something, or else the wounds wouldn't heal.　　Then, Lucian walked into the cell.　　He was wearing a white casual suit, looking radiant in the dim ray of sunlight.　　He threw some clothes at me and said, "Stand up and put on these clothes."　　I didn't move.　　He glanced at me and commanded, "Move. You're needed for having breakfast with Alpha."　　I buried my head in Darren's arms.　　"Do you need me to give you a hand?" Lucian asked. He didn't sound very patient.　　"I won't go anywhere without Darren," I said in a muffled voice.　　I didn't know what those soldiers would do to him when I left.

　　Louisa's POV　　I didn't eat anything during breakfast.　　Alpha Zackery kept asking me about my family and past life, but I really prefer to walk away.　　My eyes were on Darren all the time. I couldn't bear the thought that someone I loved so much was treated like a dog by an asshole.　　Lucas snarled at me and said, "Miss Louisa, you look very distracted this morning while having a conversation with Alpha Zackery."　　I stared at him without saying anything.　　Yeah, you keep eating those sausages. I thought to myself. One day, I'll shove an entire plate of sausages in your mouth and stick two apples into your empty eye sockets, just like the roast pig we made on the Full Moon Festival Eve.　　"You mentioned your mother just now. The princess?" Alpha Zackery looked at me with great curiosity. He didn't seem to notice Lucas' existence.　　"If you want to make fun of me, the joke's on you, because my mother really was a princess when she was alive.

　　Lucas' POV　　That fucking warlock looked up at me with disbelief.　　I couldn't tell if he had bought anything I had just sold him. I couldn't see the burning hatred and anger in his fucking eyes as I expected.　　What the fuck was on his mind?　　So I decided to give him another push.　　"Go ahead," I said. "The window of opportunity has already opened. You're one step away from what you want. Pick up the knife and stab me. Come on, do it."　　The warlock picked up the knife, turned back, and looked at me.　　"Master..." He whispered as he was stumbling towards me. "All these years, I always told myself that by killing you, I can put everything, all this pain, sorrow, and humiliation, to a stop. But the truth is, I have my doubts. Master, you're an unstoppable force of nature, a horrible manipulative creature. But you don't kill people around you. That's why people follow you. You chose my brother to be with you for a reason. He was a good companion. He was... full of life when he was al