Chapter 5
Touch my queen, and watch me burn you alive, King Miroslav down. He knew what that meint and that it wouldn’t end well
as he looked at the girl whose heartbeats were slowing her..
King Mirostay was furious. It was the only explanation for the growls, angry clicks, and rumbling in the forest. It was almost like there were beasts in the forest when it was just an angry king, his enforcer, and his warriors. The king couldn’t believe schat he was seeing and he couldn’t quite comprehend how the woman meant for him had gotten to this point.
The Lycan King was in denial and certain that there was no way he could be mated to a werewolf. However, when he looked at her, he knew there was no other explanation. His anxiety which had spiked unnecessarily in the past week had suddenly disappeared and his Iyean was more interested in snilling the random woman. Oh, how the Lycan king wanted to say this was some sort of illusion. It wasn’t..
“Miro-” Heion began as he looked at his brother. He knew it was pointless trying, but someone had to be the reasonable person this time. The Lycans were getting dangerously agitated too, and that was dangerous.
“She’s my mate, Hei,” King Miroslav said as he stared at the girl. He had stopped his warriors from touching her, yet he couldn’t figure out what he needed to do. He knew the weather was not pleasant and yet for some reason, the Lycan king was standing still without doing anything. He was confused, which was not surprising since he hadn’t exactly expected a mate tonight.
“Let’s get her out of here then. She looks hurt. Perhaps we should take her to the infirmary. You can figure out the next steps Later, but if we don’t act soon, she might be dead when we get home,” Heion said, even though he knew his words were too pessimistic. Then again, there was no reason for him to be hopeful, when their entire world was about to be turned upside down.
If anything happened to this woman, they would all be in trouble, and Asmoria wouldn’t be livable.
“Hei, King Miro began but his enforcer wasn’t having it.
“You want answers, I know. But the only way is to get her out,” Heion tried to reason.
Carefully, the Lycan King moved towards his mate. He had seen her fragile state but needed to get a closer look. When he did, he felt his heart break a little too fast than he ever thought possible. He couldn’t think of how a fragile body like hers could have taken that much pain it fueled his anger even more. Someone would pay the price for this, that much King Miroslav would make sure of
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“Turn around,” the King ordered and the warriors didn’t hesitate to turn their backs to their King. This never happened daily and the fact that the broken girl was somehow their queen, got them having so many questions, especially since she was a werewolf.
In silence, the Lycans waited to hear the next command for their King, but they were suddenly interrupted by a whoosh of wind at their backs. When Heion dared to look back, he wasn’t surprised at what he saw. His best friend was gone, and so was the girl who had been lying on the ground.
“Come let’s go home,” Helon said to the worried Lycan warriors. Their King had been acting strange for a whole week and they were just supposed to pretend like they didn’t have a thousand and one questions? However, they didn’t question their leader.
Instead, they walked back home, each to their thoughts, while Heion wondered what had happened to his best friend. There was a lot at stake, especially now that King Miroslav had seen his mate in the worst of states. It would take a lot to make the man believe that the werewolves aren’t the enemy. Then again, that was for the Lycan king to decide on himself.
“Who did this to you?” King Miroslav asked no one in particular as he entered his room with the girl in his arms. She was still unconscious, unaware that she had entered one of the best rooms that no one in the kingdom had ever dared to get into. Not even the King’s best friends and his physicians. It was almost like a taboo and yet as the King made the step into his room, he could feel his rage heightening.
The girl in his arms was easily the prettiest eighteen–year–old he had ever seen in his life. Her features were delicate, even as her face scrunched in her sleep. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of the pain she was feeling. Her lashed back was still sticky with blood, and Miroslav had to remind himself that there was nothing he could do for her if he didn’t know the truth. But what was the truth?
“I’ll find them.” Miroslav whispered sadly when he got to his bed, gently laying Erasthai on it. Her broken heart was certainly
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bou to break the king who had felt an emotion for the first time in so long.
King, Miroslav looked lost, even as
he covered the bloodied woman. He considered feeding her his blood for her to heal, but then he didn’t want to scare her, so he silently cast a healing spell on her. It would take the pain away, but wouldn’t be instant,
He wanted to hold her and be with her through and through, an urge so new that it shocked even him. The dynamics of a mate bond was wondering what Miroslav had evaded over the years and now it seemed like the fates were finally done seeing the barbaric King being alone. But was that what this was about?
The rest of the night, King Miroslav sat on the bed, next to his Erasthai. He was filled with so many thoughts, with the most dominant of them all being murder and a desire to know what had happened. He had watched his Erasthai have nightmares. and tried to fix her, but even the great King Miroslav was unfortunately unable to help his mate.
It was a reality that frustrated him so much that when morning came, he went to his office to think and find a better solution. He had to be useful, at least to her. Oh, how times did change.
“Do you know why he called us?” Viktor, the Lycan King’s beta, asked a sleepy Heion, who was close to losing his mind. He hadn’t slept a wink, thanks to the Lycan King’s constant growls. The worst part of it all was that he had been growling in the link he shared with his closest friends.
“I hope it’s to bring a sacrificial lamb to apologize for not letting us sleep. How are you this vibrant so early?” the enforcer asked and Viktor just shrugged while Heion stumbled to the nearest couch and lay on it. He had truly had a long night, and he couldn’t help but think that they were in for an even longer day. Perhaps they just had to prepare, but would any amount of preparation keep them sane enough with this?
“You are so peachy today, Viktor said and Heion gave him a stink eye like they weren’t supposed to be in the same state.
“Hold on,” Heion said as he looked at his friend. He knew there had to be a reason Viktor was calm, and as much as he wanted to deny it, it was right there in front of him..
“You shut the links, didn’t you? You heard his growl and figured you could shut them and not tell me about it, didn’t you?” Heion added, the disbelief on his face making Viktor just let out a laugh. And that was also when Heion knew that it was true. This son of a gun had left him to suffer alone.
“You could have done the same. You let him keep you awake,” Viktor casually shrugged, while Heion just stared in disbelief. Oh, but he felt betrayal to the core, but was it really a betrayal when they had to deal with so much in so little time!
“Wow. Oh, I’ll kill him…. You let me suffer with that insuf—
“Great. You’re both here. I need you to find me information about the girl in my bed. Also, killing your King is treason, Hei,” King Miroslav said, and Heion choked while Viktor stared blankly like he had missed a thousand chapters in Miro’s life.
None of their reactions was because of Hei’s threat, but because of the King who had nonchalantly mentioned that he had a woman, an actual woman in his bed. It was a lot for them to process and frankly. They couldn’t be blamed for it. Their King was strange in so many ways lately.
“Hold on. The girl in your WHAT?” Viktor asked.
“My bed. My mate. My Erasthai and your queen. I need you to find out which pack she is from and send me the details. I don’t care if you have to kill a few people to get it. Do whatever you must,” King Miroslav said, ignoring the states of his friends. He knew they had so many questions, none more than Viktor.
However, time was of the essence and he needed to make sure that there was an explanation to all that. His mind was preoccupied with the frail wolf in his bed. There was something about someone touching his mate that didn’t sit right with him. Granted, he may not have known her earlier enough, but that was never an excuse for anyone to do that to her.
“Miro… Are you sure about this? You do realize that she could have deserved what she got?” Heion asked and Viktor just facepalmed. He knew that this could take a different direction quickly and if they weren’t careful, they would end up in the dungeons.
King Miroslav may have been their best friend, but he was also a ruthless barbarian for a King, a man who was always out of blood regardless of the time of day.
“Deserved what she got?” the Lycan King asked lowly, his voice making Leion sit up. It was still dawn, but his mind was not as occupied. Enforcer Hei knew their friend was desperate, but they couldn’t just get into things just because he was the King and
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they had to follow him over whatever cliff Miro saw fit for them.
“You know what I mean, Miro. You know so well that we have no clue what happened to her, and the repercussions-”
That is why you are going to find me more information… Is that going to be a problem, Hei?” the King asked, adding the last bu so coldly.
