My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 141

The morning had come, and Ethan groaned as the curtains to his room opened. 

"Close them, now," he growled. 

"Sir, you have a call, I've been told it's important," his butler, James, said. He had been with him since childhood and was very efficient. He sat up and closed his eyes momentarily as his head pounded. He regretted drinking too much last night. 

"If there is a lady I came home with last night, please, kick her out. I don't want to see anyone," he told the butler, he had already done that as he knew his master all too well. 

Ethan got out of bed and went to his ensuite bathroom. It would be a long day as he decided to investigate the case of his 

stalker. 

He went to his computer room in the mansion, checking every footage there was but he saw nothing other than heavy mist and a ... 

"A crow?" he frowned. Since when are there crows in this neighborhood? He looked further and noted footprints in the wet and leaf-littered path.

He went outside in a hurry, forgetting to wear a coat but that didn't matter, he never got cold. 

"Master West, your coat," A young maid rushed out, handing it to him. He took it, not looking at her twice, and continued his investigation. This is where the stalker stood, he thought.  

From here was a perfect angle of his house and windows.

What sinister intentions would lead this stalker to watch him every night? He looked around him, catching every detail of the environment around him. This place was as creepy as the road that passed through it. He walked a few feet in all 

directions trying to follow the footprints but then the path would only get heavier with leaves and sticks. He went a little deeper into the maze. A neglection of focus at any point would result in getting lost.

He picked up a little speed. He was beginning to sense a trail. This was the only time that would afford him answers. Night came with all forms of danger.

In a moment, in a brief moment, there was a clicking sound at his feet deep within the trail of leaves. Then, before he could lift his foot, a sharp-toothed trap snapped, clasped tight, in a split second and closed on his leg. He fell to the ground, hissing in intense pain. A few sharp teeth were deep and buried in his flesh with blood pouring from every point. A thick chain was attached to the trap and it disappeared in the pile of leaves.

With his hands, he tried to release himself but only added to the affliction. He tried to push up and his entire body felt the pain, wrenching him to the ground. 

Then he crawled, he winced and gnarled from the agony lancing through him. He realized that he was helpless and he didn't bring his phone too.

From the loss of blood, he was beginning to weaken. He couldn't feel his leg. His eyes were beginning to shut and his breathing came in quick desperate gulps. The night would soon find him here and he only hoped James would search for him when he notices he was not back. 

Those first few seconds of entering unconsciousness were the scariest. That last image that his brain took in, the trees with all their color and the beautiful blue sky, was in a moment given away to pitch blackness. Then, the next feeling was 

that of being surrounded by a beastly cold air reaching into his chest. Night had come.

The moon shone bright and the few visible stars were immersed in the openness of the heavens. 

He opened his eyes comparing his former picture with the one before him now and he could immediately catch a quiet figure of a person approaching from a distance. This was just perfect. His stalker with all his evil intentions would find this situation a meal on a silver platter. 

But the stalker was just standing there, watching him, and in no time turned around to leave. Ethan by now had already realized that this was a woman.

"Wait! I need help. I am badly hurt,"

She continued walking away. He tried, with all his might, to push up and balanced on one leg. "Hey wait!" he attempted to press down with the injured leg to test his healing and his whole body gave away to the pain, dropping him to the 

ground with an involuntary scream.

And suddenly the woman stood, clearly aware of his misery but also afraid of revealing her identity.

"Why have you been watching me?" he asked her impatiently. "Is someone paying you?"

"No, I am just a stranger" she replied.

That voice was familiar. She came a little closer and leaned down in front of him. "I told you to stop moving in the night, Ethan West,"

"Thank you for this, now, go back to your room. I'll be fine," she tried to protest but his stern stare told her not to, and frowning, she left but not before glaring at Kate. 

"You should have let her help you. It's not safe for you if I do it,"

"It won't be safe for you either if I die from blood loss" he insisted. He knew he won't die, Ethan found out at a young age that his healing was faster than others.  

Kate sat down next to him and she swallowed from the smell of the warm blood alone. Her heart was pounding a hundred times faster than normal and there were bad animalistic signals in her brain. Her fangs were itching and one wrong move would end it all.

"Hold my leg steady," he instructed. 

This fool will get himself killed. She caught a glimpse of the blood dripping to the marble floor from the corner of her eyes and her eyes zeroed on his leg instantly but she jumped away from her seat immediately and closed her eyes. "I told you I can't help you, Ethan West, is that so hard to understand?!" she screamed at him.

"It's your fault that I went out there in the first place. If you hadn't been stalking me--"

"Listen, Ethan, I just saved your life today so I'd say we're even."

"Alright fine. We're even. But I still need a hand here"

"I have to go. There is an urgent business I need to attend to,"

"You can't just leave me here like this,"

" You have many servants, one of them can help," she said icily, she inhaled deeply and said; " I can come back tomorrow to check on you"

"You're not listening Kate." He struggled up until he could balance on one leg.

"I don't want you to go. I want you to stay the night."