To greet your death.

Yvette excuse herself with a bow, leaving the Alpha and his mate space to talk.

Diane stared at Ian with contempt, each look meant to bore into him.

"Do you remember now? Who was here yesterday?" He asked breaking the silence but she scoffed.

"I remember telling you that no one came to me yesterday and there is nothing you can do to change what I'm saying, if you do not believe me, I do not know how to make you believe" she said.

He moved closer to her about to grab her when he noticed her flinching, he remembered that he had hit her and was feeling regret but he couldn't help it, he couldn't make promises that he wouldn't hit her anymore.
If it was needed to get the fucking truth out of her he would do whatever it took.

She looked up at him, her eyes could not hide her fear, her body had started shivering.

"No one came here, you caused a ruckus for no reason" she lied, to her, her life was a better bet than Luke's.

Ian hated her guts, it was hurtful enough to him that another man walked into his house and had his way with his wife, yes he knows very well that he and Diane are not close, in fact they could be deemed enemies but it was another level of pain watching her defend Luke at the expense of her life.

"Would you keep that statement if.." He started as his claws grew out and his eyes colors changed.
"..I told you that I will draw your blood until you say the truth?" He asked.

Diane felt a new level of fear unlock. The image that haunted her dreams every night was right in front of her eyes once again.

She shivered helplessly as tear dropped from her eyes.

"No one came to me" she said and he slowly sank his finger into her skin.

She groaned in pain, as her eyes widened in agony, she had never seen him this scary before.

"St..op" she begged in a broken voice.

Her blood poured out like an oil on his fingers.

"Not breaking yet?" He asked sinking the rest of his fingers into her hand.

She screamed due to the excruciating pain drawing the attention of Yvette who had been waiting outside patiently.
Yvette closed her eyes helplessly and covered her ears, there was nothing she could do.

Ian dug out his hand from her skin after a shirt while as he watched her agonizing in pain, he hated himself for being like his father but she was not leaving him any choice.

She held onto her bleeding arm as she stared at him, eyes red, breathing pattern rough and a sweating skin.

"I heard you hated your father" she said grunting in pain. He stared at her angrily.

"Learn from him" she said with tears in her eyes.
"Because he is a better man than you can ever be" she was cut off by a slap that spurred blood on her face, her own blood. She grunted from the pain, too weak to move.

"What did you learn from your war seeker of a father?" He asked aggreviated.

"That it is unmanly to hit a woman" she replied but he did not reply instead he tried walking away.

"Which woman would not choose death over a son like you?" She asked his retreating body, stopping him in that spot and almost like a flash of light he was in front of her but she wasn't on the bed anymore, she was being strangled on a wall.

"Go on ahead..and..kill me" she said as her breath slowly ceased.

"You cannot even bear to hear the truth" she said.

"Don't try me Diane" he said.

"Or else? You'll kill me?"
"Do It"
"Do it if you dare to" she said weakly.

"See.. You don't even dare to" she coughed amd his grip loosened around her neck.

"I was going to let you go after my plan is complete, but not anymore, I will send you down the same part as your Lover" he said and she smiled.

"I'll gladly go down with him" she said hurting him.

"You know everytime I hear your story I can not help but pity you, I wonder how much your mother must have hated you"

"Stop it" he tightened his grip.

"Her father sold her to a man who felt nothing for her all so she could bear you, a monster in the position of a king" she continued and Ian flung her away from his grip, making her hit the wall.

"She was used, and in the sad end you are what she bore, she must be really sad everytime she looks over the Moon Goddess shoulders to see her child, the monster he has become" she said.

"Shut it" he said.

"Does it hurt? Of course it would the truth is not meant to be nice" she said.
"What is driving you?" She asked.

"Shut up if you don't want your head rolling on the floor soon"

"Will trying my best not to aggreviate you save me? You said it yourself that you will end me just like you will my lover, if you look at me properly I am already dead!!" She screamed but results to wincing from her pain.

"I have blood all over me, I look like an apocalypse, why don't I just end it myself she said picking up a knife in the tray of apple beside her"

She twisted the knife about to plunge it into her soul when she felt a breeze pinning her hand holding the knife when it was close to her chest.

'Fast'

He pinned her to a wall raising the bleeding hand with the knife up, her blood flowed touching both their hands.

Diane could feel her body grow weak.

"Since you wish to die, shall I show you how it feels to greet your death?"