Chapter 36
Finally, there was hope.
That was the only thing Miroslav could think of when he listened to Kara. He had been planning to use his magic to track hist mate and that could have resulted in a chain reaction of disasters, but right now he was glad that she didn’t have to use that At least this time, his mate had saved him, so all he had to do was use the damn amulet and find her. It was not going to be hard, from what Kara was saying.
“Keep Polina here. Torture the information out of her. I don’t care if her father is within the palace walls or the goddess herself. Get me my answers and if she proves useless, you can use any force necessary to get her to be useful. I don’t care what it is you must do with her, she is in your hands so make good use of that chance. Just make sure you leave her alive.” King Miroslav said to the warriors who were torturing Polina.
him. He had found what he needed for the moment, but he still needed to understand why Polina had betrayed him ever so bravely despite everything they had been through together. The King wasn’t a sentimental one perhaps that was why she was just another traitor, who needed to confess her reasons for the cruelest of betrayals. She didn’t look the type, it just didn’t make any sense to him. But he would think of that at a later time.
“Come along, Kara. We need to find me my queen,” the Lycan King said, pride in his voice as he talked of his queen, the woman he would lay his life for.
As they made their way out of the dungeons, Heion and Viktor couldn’t help but think of how much their best friend had changed. The Miro they knew could have already found the queen within hours of her disappearance. He would have used his magic regardless of who got hurt, given he considered most of them collateral damage.
He would have selfishly done whatever it took to get the woman back and brought her home despite the chaos that would ensue. Their friend would have used the most barbaric of approaches to get his Luna, yet here and now they were with a different man. He was the same, but different. He was their friend but their King; more than anything, he was their Lycan queen’s erasthai.
That was something that made the Lycans be at ease with the King and his behaviors, because they could see just how much the woman had changed him. Ralph and Miro hadn’t been fullymated and she had already gotten Miro into actually thinking of the best way to get her back with minimal casualties. It was a daring gamble for a King, one so used to getting what he wanted. However, there was a chance that he only wanted to make Asmoria peaceful this time.
“He is changing,” Kara voiced out the thoughts of the two warriors and they just nodded as they followed their King out. Frankly, they were proud of the person that Ralphine was turning him into. No, she wasn’t turning him soft, but she was making him think of other people and how they would be affected by his choices. Miroslav adored Asmoria no doubt, but with the new change, they would love him even more, for the better King he was becoming,
“Here,” Kara said to the King as she took out one of the mullets from the drawers beside the King’s bed in Ralphine’s chambers. It was a little green amulet, one that seemed to be insignificant, yet at the same time, the only thing that could get them to their queen.
“You need to channel the magic in there and it will let you know where the queen is, your highness,” Kara said as she handed the amulet to the King-
This?” King Miroslav asked as she looked at the tiny little thing that stood between him and total destruction of a lot of things and people. Perhaps he would give it a try, right? So, he took the amulet and began channeling the magic.
At first, he could feel the energy from the Moscow mall Ralph had been to, before it soon deviated more directly to Koslov pack. At that, the Lycan King let out a growl. He had been to Koslov on that very day, and Alpha Rykar had told him that his wasn’t there. Could it be that the alpha didn’t know where his Queen was or is this just some stupid game for the
queen
alpha?
But then again, going against the Lycans was bad enough, but going against King Miroslav Ibrahimovich was a death sentence, given he cared for his queen. Someone would have to pay for that and he wouldn’t forgive anyone. He would make them all pay for causing his mate distress.
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“She’s in Koslov, Gather all the high guards, we are going to Koslov,” the King said and Heion looked at him worriedly. What the hell did the King mean to all the high guards?
The high guards of Asmoria were the most lethal bunch of Lycans. They were so bad that they were almost like Miroslav on the levels of brutality, probably because the King had directly trained them in worse situations and trained them for the most delicate yet brutal of situations. The high guards were fifty in number and just one of them was enough to cripple an entire pack. The high guards were had, the kind of bad that even the King’s enforcer and beta were scared of. They were terrible and inhumane, and if the King wanted them to leave for the mission to Koslov. It meant that this wasn’t a peaceful mission.
“All the high guards?” Viktor asked as he looked at his best friend. He was wearing the same worried face that Heion was They knew the magnitude of the madness that would ensue, but then this was their queen. What use was an army if they couldn’t get their queen back, right?
“Yes. All fifty of them,” the King said as he changed into his war clothes. He wasn’t going to hold back this time. He would find his queen. He would find his woman and he would bring her home.
“We’re coming along.” Heion said and the King just nodded at them as if to tell them they could come or they com was their choice.
‘t. It
If they wanted to see the brutality of the high guards. Then again, they had all grown up hearing of the high guards, the worst bunch of Lycans who were only used in the most delicate of situations because they were the best. Some of them were even older than Miroslav, but then the King wasn’t worried for himself, because everyone knew Miroslav was worse than three hundred high guards combined. That was how bad the King was, but he didn’t care anyway.
An hour later, the high guards were assembled outside the palace, along with other Lycans who were there to watch the high guard be activated after almost fifty years. It was strange, really, because most of them had never seen the high guards, however as they stood before the palace, the Lycans could see why they were considered the high guards.
The high guards were wearing black cloaks over their regular Lycan warrior’s armor. They all had their hair in tight bun, even though all their hair was braided, a reminder that they had won endless battles. They all had thick buns, because of the wars they had fought and on for Asmoria, so it wasn’t even surprising to see them all bulky and shit. Their faces were wearing masks made of bones, that highlighted just their eyes and covered their entire faces.
Many tales of the Asmoria high guards talked of the realm’s most ruthless and insane warriors who made the masks from the bones of the people they murdered. There was no doubt that they looked like that. They were scary, and their cars were chipped at the ends, as if to make them unique. The bone masks were dark red, almost nearing black, but not because they were painted, no. They were in the state because they were covered in the blood of the bone owners.
They were the ultimate result of murders that were so successful and so brutal. Seeing the high guards it was a word that the Lycans never saw on daily. They looked like they could kill anyone for just looking at them. Thankfully the rules demanded that they protect any and all Lycans on the realm. So, they wouldn’t ever harm their own people.
“Good morning Asmoria,” King Miroslav greeted as he looked at his people. He could tell they were worried for him and for whatever mission this was. However, they were also curious to know what would happen now that he was about to activate the high guards. Granted, they knew that their missing queue was probably the reason for this, but they were excited nonetheless, Perhaps it was because they were all animalistic, or because they had been trained to learn for the best, right?
“Today, I will be activating the high guards, also known as the queen’s royal guards. As you all know, our queen was kidnapped by Beta Drescher Volkov. I know many of you wondered why I didn’t go get her back, and that is valid, but ours is a queen who despises violence. She loves peace and we wouldn’t want her coming home to a broken Kingdom. Even though. I understood that, I was patient and kept on looking.
“As it stands, our queen is a captive in the Koslov pack, and we are googling to bring her back home. Prepare for what will happen, but do know that no matter what happens, we will bring our queen back home. The queen’s guards will take charge of the mission and bring their Mistress home safely. As you remain home, do not worry, for we will be successful regardless, It doesn’t matter how long it will take.
“The royal council will run the Kingdom until then,” King Miroslav said and his people cheered in agreement. They loved their king and if he was this humble because of their queen, then they needed that woman home as soon as possible,
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Kara was one of the high guards, only that she had been assigned to the queen in the pretense of a servant and later or she couldn’t adorn her high guard attire for fear of what it would mean for the queen. However, now she was wearing her royal uniform just like the other guards, and boy did she look so different and lethal. If Polina came to her now, Kara would kill the woman in the worst of ways and she wouldn’t regret it, at least that much is obvious.
“I, Miroslav Ibrahimovich, Lycan King of Asmoria, do hereby activate the queen’s guards to find their queen and bring her home no matter what method they use. May the goddess protect us all,” the King said and the guards growled out in unison. They were loyal to the Kingdom’s queen and this time it was Ralphine’s turn. They would get her home, that much was an unspoken promise that made the King’s heart beat a little too gladly. But then life was beautiful, wasn’t it?
“See you later, Asmoria,” the King said once everything was done and the queen’s high guards had started their way out of the Kingdom. They could have easily portaled, but as usual, the Lycan wanted their enemies to know they were coming. They didn’t want an ambush because that would be pointless. Besides, it wasn’t like they had anything to worry about..
In silence, the King and his huge guards, and best friends made their way to Koslov, to get Ralphine back. As they left, the Lycans could only pray for the souls of the werewolves, because this was a tragedy they had brought upon themse didn’t matter that Drescher was the one doing this. It was either they gave Drescher up, or the entire pack would pay the pierce.
The Lycan kind didn’t mind whose head rolled, as long as he got back his beloved.
“For Ralphine!!!!”
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