Page 58 of Her Possessive Minotaurs

My pulse quickens as we slip inside the estate grounds. Every corner could hide an enemy; every shadow could be our last mistake. But there’s no turning back now.

“We find her,” I whisper to Kael as we press forward. “And we end this.”

His eyes meet mine, filled with a determination that mirrors my own. We will save Laia or die trying.

We move swiftly, each step measured and deliberate. The entrance to the underground tunnel is hidden beneath a pile of debris—a secret even Eryndor doesn't know exists. Irix pushes aside the rubble with a grunt, revealing the narrow opening. The tunnel is pitch black, but we've navigated it before. We slip inside, the darkness swallowing us whole.

The stench of death greets us as we emerge into the cold, stone corridors of the dungeon. My grip tightens on my axe,every sense on high alert. The air is thick with decay, a grim reminder of what awaits those who fall into Eryndor’s hands.

"Stay close," I whisper to Kael and gesture for Irix to follow. Their silent nods are the only acknowledgment I need.

We move through the shadows, our footsteps barely a whisper against the stone floor. Dark elves patrol these corridors, but they’re no match for us. The first guard rounds the corner, his eyes widening in surprise. My axe is faster than his scream, cleaving through his neck with brutal precision. Blood sprays across the walls as his body crumples to the ground.

Kael and Irix move with deadly efficiency, their blades cutting down anyone who crosses our path. We don’t stop; we can’t afford to. Each second brings us closer to Laia—or further from saving her.

We reach the chamber where the human cages are kept. The sight before me makes my heart sink. Rows of cages filled with emaciated humans, their eyes hollow and lifeless. But Laia isn’t among them.

My chest tightens as I scan each face, desperation clawing at me. “Where is she?” I mutter under my breath, my voice rough with fear and frustration.

Irix curses under his breath, his eyes darting around the chamber. “She has to be here somewhere.”

Kael’s hand rests on my shoulder. “We’ll find her,” he says quietly, his voice steady despite everything.

But doubt gnaws at me as we move deeper into the dungeon. Each step feels heavier than the last.

A soft whisper catches my attention. I whirl around, my eyes locking onto a terrified human huddled in the corner of a cage. His body trembles, his eyes wide with fear. I step closer, my voice a low growl. “Where is she? Laia? Do you know her? She has green eyes, someone who is defiant and a fighter.”

The humans look at each other, nodding. One man trembles as he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “They took her at noon. we don’t know where she is.”

A curse escapes my lips, boiling over with frustration. Noon. Hours ago. I exchange a grim look with Irix and Kael, Our situation is dire.

“We need to find her—now,” I say, my voice hardening with determination.

Irix nods, his eyes flashing with barely restrained fury. “We’ll search every inch of this place if we have to,” he growls.

Kael’s jaw is set in grim resolve as he meets my gaze. There’s no hesitation in his eyes—only the fierce determination to bring Laia back, no matter the cost.

My voice is sharp as I give orders, every word laced with urgency. “We split up. Search every room and every hallway of this damn estate. We don’t stop until we find her.”

They nod in unison, their expressions mirroring my own resolve.

As we move out, each of us takes a different direction, our movements swift and deliberate. The corridors twist and turn like a labyrinth, each shadow hiding potential danger. But we don’t slow down; we can’t afford to.

Every room we search brings us closer—or so I tell myself as we press on through the maze. The sound of our footsteps echoes off the walls, mingling with the distant cries of other prisoners.

Laia’s face flashes through my mind—a beacon of hope amid the darkness threatening to consume us all. We will find her. We have to.

And Eryndor will pay for what he’s done.

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IRIX

Irush through the darkened halls, my ax gripped tightly in my hand. Each step echoes with purpose, every breath a growl. My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless drumbeat driving me forward. The only thought consuming my mind: finding Laia.

A dark elf appears from a side corridor, eyes wide with surprise. He barely has time to draw his blade before my ax cleaves through him. His scream is short, cut off by the wet thud of his body hitting the stone floor. Blood splatters across my chest, warm and sticky, but I don’t slow down. Each kill only fuels the fire burning inside me.

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