“How’s your day?” Khaos asked, his body towered above Zuri, making his shadow fell on her, while the glaring sunlight was behind him.
The tree where she was sitting rattled by the wind and its leaves fell on her lap. The wind was gentle, caressing her skin and she found herself staring at the man before her eyes with ridiculous expression.
“My cheeks hurt. I don’t want to smile for a while.”
Khaos chuckled when he heard that. Being in public was not the thing that Zuri enjoyed and he knew that. The alpha then sat down beside his woman and pressed her head against his shoulder, so he could rest.
For a comfortable moment, they didn’t say anything and stared at the distance, relishing this quietness between them.
“This will not be the end,” Khaos suddenly said. “This kingdom is only the beginning.”
“I know.” Zuri closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I will be with you until the end. We will see the end of it.”
That was right, until Khaos rebuilt the old dynasty and punished those people, who had wronged his family and had the three kingdoms under his reign, he wouldn’t stop.
He needed to avenge so many people, who died three decades ago. Since, this vengeance was not only his.
It might look easy to take control over Celeste kingdom. He didn’t need the ultimate power of the lycan, thus they still could postpone the completion of beauty blood.
However, it wouldn’t last for long.
In the end of the day, Khaos would need that power to establish his dynasty and if it happened, would Zuri survive? She looked fine now, but the completion of the beauty blood was different thing entirely.
And if worse came to worse, would Khaos survive the agony of losing his mate?
A lycan loved fiercely that was why their mate bond could counter the attachment toward the Shell, but what if the Shell was his mate as well?
That was the question that no one could answer.
As the day progressed to weeks and then months, the kingdom crumbled rapidly, right now it was standing in its last leg. The capital city. This was the last defense that Dacre had.
Once the capital city was down, it would be easy to march toward the palace and get to the king, if he didn’t flee first.
Right at that time Khaos’s force was right outside the capital city gates after they took down yet another city, the queen went into a labor.
Nycta had been in so much pain since this morning and she was screaming at anyone, who came close to her. She couldn’t bear the pain. She kept asking for the king. She wanted her Dacre to be there. She wanted her Dacre to hold her hand and stay throughout the whole ordeal.
Dacre could feel the agony that she had to endure. This was not the first time, he was in this position.
“My king, you can’t get inside the room. It’s not appropriate.” His officer reminded him, but they should have known that they couldn’t dictate what the king should and shouldn’t do.
“Move, or I will have your head on the spike.”
Hearing the threat, the officers stepped back and Dacre entered the room to find Nycta was writhing with pain.
Rimera had gone through so many labors, but neither like this.
“I am here,” Dacre said, he held her hand.
“It’s hurt…” Nycta cried.
Nycta was young to go into labor, but it didn’t mean, she wouldn’t survive this, but this baby was important for Dacre, since it was the last piece of Killian, but then… no matter what, Nycta was his mate.
He held a union between them, swore in front of the moon goddess. They held a sacred ceremony. He marked her, he mated her. He was the first, who touched her and she was willing to carry someone else’s child.
She was also important.
However, her situation didn’t look good. Dacre had seen this once in Rimera’s last moment when she gave birth to their last child. She died along with the baby.
“Get the baby out… it’s hurt…” Nycta whimpered, she was no longer crying because she was too exhausted. She was in so much pain, she couldn’t utter a coherent word. Her consciousness was slipping in and out from her and this was dangerous. She shouldn’t fall asleep during the labor.
Dacre had to slap her awake a few times.
“Wake up. Don’t fall asleep. You can do this.” Dacre squeezed her hand, patted her cheeks and shouted order to the useless healers, who couldn’t help his mate. He was enraged of their incompetency. He had sheltered quacks, as they couldn’t do anything to help his mate and the baby.
The tension was so high, it was suffocating. Nycta was losing so much blood, the room filled with this metallic scent. Everyone looked scared, even the head of the healer.
Even so, the baby still refused to come out and the king became even more livid. Dacre could feel Nycta was slipping away from him.
No. He was not going to bury his mate in consecutive year.
“Please, wake up…” Dacre’s voice would turn gentle when he talked to Nycta. He held her against his chest, rocking her body.
And when all the hopes looked like it had disappeared, Rose came, she asked for an audience with the king. Dacre had banned her from coming to the palace when she failed again and again to ask for his father to send warriors that he promised.
The answer would be so ridiculous and Dacre was on his last straw of giving a death sentence to her.
But right now, she insisted an audience with the king, as she said she had an important thing to tell him and this might save Nycta and the baby.
Dacre didn’t want to leave Nycta, as she was still drifting between her conscious and unconscious state, the healer was trying so hard to keep her alive.
“Take her to the next room,” Dacre finally said, granted Rose an access to enter the palace again. “I will come back,” he murmured against her forehead, kissing her cheek and then stood up to meet with Rose.
Someone took her inside the room and Dacre told the warrior to leave, leaving the two of them alone.
“Get straight to the point,” Dacre said in impatient tone. He was not going to spare his precious second with this woman when his mate needed him. He only agreed to meet with Rose because she said, she knew how to help with Nycta’s condition. How to help the baby and the mother.
Rose was about to greet him and started with pleasantries, like she usually did, but seeing the anger in the king’s eyes, she swallowed back the sentences that she had prepared.
“I know that you are enraged with me and Wolfdale kingdom because my father went back on his word to send the warrior, but please, trust me that my father is still working on sending the troops.”
“The troops will be here already if he intended to do so, now if the first thing that came out of your mouth is not a way of how to save my mate and my child, I am going to put you in a dungeon, you can rot there for all I care.”
Rose was shocked, but when she spoke again her voice was calm. “I can’t force my father to quicken the sending of the back up, but I can help you with another way.”
“What? Spreading another rumor?” Dacre snickered. The rumor that Rose spread about the lycan didn’t hurt them in the slightest, it only became annoyance and as time went by, it felt like Khaos mocked him instead for resulting to such silly method to take him down. “Guard! Take her to the dungeon!”
Dacre had said, if she was not going to talk straight to the point, he was going to lock her up.
“Black magic!” Rose shouted the words, as two guards entered the room and was about to escort her out. “You can save her with black magic! You can fight Khaos’s black magic users with the same force!”
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