Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Not an ordinary curse

Louis entered an underground bar which started in the midnight till the early morning. Mostly youths would be seen enjoying themselves in the loud DJ music.

Without waiting, Louis made his way to the bar counter. He came to a stop before a middle-aged bartender with a neatly trimmed moustache, who was expertly mixing a cocktail.

"I’d like to see the Mistress," Louis urged.

The bartender paused, lifting his gaze to meet Louis’s eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" he asked while continuing to stir the drink.

In response, Louis slid a black card across the counter. The bartender took it, studied the insignia, then gave a subtle nod.

"Follow me," he said.

They moved past the bar and into a private elevator tucked behind a door. As the lift ascended, the music below faded, replaced by an eerie silence. They emerged above ground in a secluded area where a luxurious villa stood, home to Glenice Pavoni, more infamously known as The Mistress.

The bartender stopped in front of an ornate door framed by ivy-draped stone. "Wait here," he instructed Louis before stepping inside.

Moments later, he returned, holding the door open slightly. "She’ll see you now," he said.

"Thank you," Louis said and went inside.

Glenice was rested in the recliner with a red wine glass between her fingers. There was tattoo carved on the right of her neck, which disappeared inside her dress. Even her left wrist had a tiny tattoo etched on it.

"Why has a werewolf come to see me at this hour?" Glenice asked, tilting her head slightly.

"I’ve been searching for an experienced witch well-versed in ancient magic for a long time," Louis replied. "After asking around, I learned that the Mistress is the one who might have the answers I seek."

"Not many know about my true identity," Glenice remarked as she took a slow sip of her wine.

"I’m aware," Louis said, choosing not to reveal how he’d come by the knowledge.

"Who gave you the card?" she asked, rising gracefully from the recliner, her long dress trailing behind her like a shadow.

"A close friend of your old companion from Elarion happens to be a dear friend of mine," Louis replied cryptically.

Glenice arched an elegant eyebrow. "Leena?"

"Yes," he confirmed with a faint smile.

"And what exactly do you want to know?" she asked, placing the wine glass gently on a nearby table.

Louis reached into his coat and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. He handed it to her in silence. Glenice unfolded it and frowned as her eyes scanned the contents.

"What is this?" she asked, puzzled by the crude sketch.

"That’s what I need you to figure out," Louis said.

Glenice narrowed her eyes at the mark, inspecting it carefully. "It’s not a tattoo," she murmured to herself. Her gaze lingered a moment longer before recognition dawned. "I remember now... this is a type of mark that appears only when someone has been cursed."

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