"Wh-what?!" Having least expecting him to day that, she stuttered. So all along that he had been looking out instead of talking to her and he had been looking at the planning of her demise? He nodded as amusement glitter in his eyes. He was clearly enjoying the situation. "Why, yes, come and look at it yourself." He raised his arms giving her the clear indication to come and look for herself which she gladly took as she ran to the window and looked out with wide open eyes.

Her eyes scanned everything.

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There was a large pole in the middle of the round and it had a horizontal pole on it as well. The next thing that caught her eye was the large stone bed lying next to it which had four restraint of leather attached to it. She gasped at the sight alone. The instincts of a mother rose and she palmed her belly as she eyed everyone.

A woman was arranging instructions but Adeline's eyes were stuck on the large knife on the table which appeared to be mighty sharp. It would cut through everything within moments.

"Wha-what," she gulped and eyed Noah from the side. He was looking down and did not even look at her once. "What is happening?" She whispered as her heart pounded louder than before. There was a possibility that she could die and the game would finally be over.

"Hmmm," He rolled out loudly as if he was wondering if he should tell her everything or not. He casted her a glance looking at her up and down and stayed a few seconds longer at her belly before looking out again with the utmost concentration.

She gulped again, unsure of what to do.

"Why don't you take a seat at the table?" He said to her and Adaline glanced back at the table. "I am sure with your condition it would be the most ideal thing to do. After all you have been through great amount of stress, have you not?" He arched a brow.

If we assume that the care has shown her earlier was fake then this seemed like to be His true self. He was teasing her in the name of concern, mocking her condition as if he knew exactly what was going on.

She nodded and walked away before he did so that she could maintain few steps of distance in between them even though she knew that he was more powerful and Adeline wanted to try and do everything on her half to stay safe.

She took the chair the other her and pulled it back.

"Not that one, "she had a look back at him, "take the one in the middle." He said but still had not taken his eyes of the witchcraft as she assumed happening outside.

She did as told and placed her hands folded on top of a belly as a spring for protection and safety and at the same time covering her child from danger.

After a a few long moments that seemed to be stretched as long as hours he moved and within seconds had reached to the head chair of the table and taken a seat over there.

He stared at her and she could not help but compared to the one Xavier had. Xaviers stare was full of love and adoration for her as if he wanted to see nothing else else but her face very as the one Noah had irked her, it made her uncomfortable so much so that you never wanted to see him again or rather would have his eyes gauged out.

"Do you know that you can bring back a person from the dead?"

Her heartbeat dropped. "What?" She whispered, her eyes widened a little at what he had said.

He nodded. "Yes, with the help of witchcraft and a few sacrifices you can bring back a person from the dead. Luckily for me my mate was also a witch and she had many apprentices so I can actually make sure that she comes back from The land of dead to The land of Living." He smiled and flashed her his fangs which she had never seen before. "I would love to have my mate back in my arms, where she belongs. Would you not love that too Adeline?"

"H-huh?" She pointed to herself. "Me?" Why her?

He nodded again, a sadistic smile taking its place upon his face. "The sacrifice required for ritual and we were not able to figure it out for the longest of time." He played with the goblet that still had some blood left in it. "To be honest I was losing hope because whatever I did at every stage, every step forward taking it to the next level we failed." His voice and face hardened.

"I hate it. Every time we failed I knew that we were taking a step back and the clock ticked more which only meant that I was losing my chance of having Isla back in my arms again. Do you know how that feels? To have your mate ripped apart from you?"

At her Freightened expression he laughed, "I guess you don't, after all it was Xavier that felt the most below of your separation. Whatever you felt was probably covered by the potion given to you."

"Potion?" She picked that up quickly. "Like a magical potion?" Witchcraft?

He nodded, a sadistic smile came upon his face. "Yes, the potion did a lot more than just covering up your emotions. You would have felt a lot more than just that slight pain of longing in your heart. Its much more than that, so much so that it should have affected your eating and sleeping habits." He leaned back into the chair. "Sometimes for the human mates it's also affected their breathing."

She gulped. What had this all come to? "Why are you even doing this to begin with? What have I ever done to you?" She whispered as the fear clawed at her heart. Where was all of it ending?