I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

The knife slipped from Roaxana’s hand, clattering to the ground as she faltered. Logan’s gaze met hers, a mix of confusion and concern evident in his eyes as he questioned her actions.

“It wasn’t me. Hope’s uncle ordered me to kill her,” Roaxana repeated the same words Olivia had confided in her the previous night.

“What are you saying, Roaxana?” Logan’s disbelief was palpable. Doubt crept into his mind as he wondered if he had made a mistake in trusting his cousins. Suspicion lingered in his gaze as he looked towards them.

“Roaxana, why would you even consider carrying out such an order from Hope’s uncle? What were you thinking?” Victoria, the eldest daughter-in-law, questioned with a hint of reproach in her tone, casting a subtle glance at Anna, attempting to subtly belittle her for her daughter’s actions.

“I… I don’t know,” Roaxana stammered, her gaze shifting to Hope. “Please, Hope, believe me. It wasn’t me. I never intended to harm you. I have no explanation for why I picked up the knife. And I’m not sure why I’m even saying this,” she admitted, her nerves betraying her as she blinked rapidly.

“Why is everyone gathered here?” Olivia’s sudden entrance into the kitchen interrupted the tense atmosphere. With a bewildered expression, she scanned the faces of those assembled.

“Roaxana tried to harm Hope,” Victoria divulged, her tone laced with accusation.

“Quiet, Victoria,” William interjected firmly, silencing her.

Tears welled in Roaxana’s eyes as she pleaded with Hope to trust her.

“Why would you do that, Roxy? Hope, are you alright?” Olivia’s concern was evident in her questioning tone as she turned to address them both.

“Let’s talk about this later. Logan is injured. He needs to get treated,” Hope deflected Olivia’s question, focusing instead on Logan’s well-being as she guided him out of the kitchen. The others followed suit, but Anna broke away from the group, offering support to Roaxana alongside Fred.

“What happened to you? Why would you do that on Hope’s uncle’s request?” Fred’s confusion was evident as he confronted his sister. He couldn’t reconcile her actions with the Roaxana he knew.

“I don’t know. It felt like someone was controlling me. I have no explanation, Fred. I would never even consider harming Hope,” Roaxana replied, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Turning to their mother, she pleaded, “Mom, I didn’t do it. I… I’m scared of why I picked up that knife and attacked Hope,” she confessed, her brows furrowing with worry.

Henry, standing at the door, pondered over who could be behind the incident. Knowing Roaxana’s positive relationship with Hope, he furrowed his brow in concern before deciding to leave the scene.

“Calm down, Roxy. We’ll figure out who’s responsible for this,” Fred reassured Roaxana, gently comforting her as he guided her out of the kitchen, with Anna by their side.

“My back is healed,” Logan remarked as he studied his reflection in the mirror, having undressed to assess his injury. Turning to meet Hope’s worried gaze, he offered her a reassuring smile.

“You felt pain, didn’t you? How can you smile?” Hope lightly tapped his chest before embracing him tightly. Closing her eyes, she silently thanked the Moon Goddess for sparing Logan from further harm.

As they eventually pulled away from the embrace, Logan mentioned his intention to interrogate Roaxana.

“Don’t do that. She’s not to blame,” Hope reiterated firmly, her focus now on retrieving a shirt for Logan from the cupboard. As she handed it to him, she paused to wipe the blood from his back with a wet towel.

“Why do you stop me from confronting Roaxana? I can’t trust any of my cousins,” Logan’s anger simmered as he felt the dampness of the towel. Afterward, Hope gently dried his back with a dry towel, her expression troubled.

“Logan, your sister was being controlled by someone else. Remember what Daniel told us?” Hope gently reminded him as she moved to face him. Taking the shirt from his hands, she assisted him in putting it on.

“Someone asked him to kidnap you and harm me,” Logan recounted.

“Yes. The sorcerer is real. Daniel didn’t lie to us. That someone is close to us, and they’re using our loved ones to harm us,” Hope affirmed solemnly, her expression reflecting a mix of confusion and concern.

“Who could be that person? Is it Henry?” Logan suspected, his gaze narrowing with suspicion.

Hope shook her head firmly. “Henry isn’t the sorcerer. He’s a Lycan,” she declared.

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“Ah, right. But there’s no one around us who would play such a trick. That knife could have seriously hurt you,” Logan remarked as Hope buttoned up his shirt. Recalling Daniel’s words about meeting someone, he managed to recall the details.

“Did Roaxana go out last night? Did she meet someone?” Logan murmured, his thoughts racing.

“As far as I know, she was in the house,” Hope replied, her brow furrowing with concern. “We were the only ones outside,” she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Daniel met someone before he planned that attack on us. Roaxana must have seen the sorcerer, but she doesn’t remember,” Logan asserted, connecting the dots.

Hope nodded in agreement, acknowledging the possibility. She then asked if he had any ideas on how to catch the sorcerer.

“Let’s pretend that we don’t know anything,” Logan proposed.

“What do you mean?” Hope inquired, seeking further clarification.

“The sorcerer shouldn’t find out that we know it was his doing. That’s why we have to pretend,” Logan elaborated, his tone serious.

“You’re right. But we have to be extremely careful from now onward. The sorcerer will likely continue to use our family members to attack us,” Hope said while knitting her brows together.

**Yes.”

“Shall we go out then? Grandpa must be worried. Also, Roaxana might be blaming herself for this. I need to talk to her as well,” Hope suggested, expressing her concern for their family members.

“Hmm. By the way, I’m thinking of meeting your three uncles. You need protection,” Logan proposed. “I’ll speak with them later in the evening,” he informed her.

Hope didn’t refuse this time, realizing the necessity of protection because of the recent incidents.