"That's how you feel?" Lamya asked, understanding her. At first, Samael denied it, but then he sighed in surrender. He knew he had come seeking answers, and he wouldn't find them by lying.
"Yes, but not in the same way as they do. I truly desire to possess her, but I know she is mine, so I don't have to force her, nor would I. However, she has become a bothersome drug to my senses, and it's starting to hinder my mission. I want you to create a potion that will free me from this spell I've been subjected to," Samael stated.
The witch refused, and the alpha clenched his jaw, annoyed.
"I won't let you go until you create a cure for this. Make a potion, a spell, anything, but set me free," Samael insisted, gripping her arms tightly.
"I can't do it," Lamya replied.
"Why not?" the alpha ask
