Chapter 62
“What the fuck happened and why is there a fire? King Miroslay asked as they rushed to the dungeons. They were sa disoriented that none of them was even thinking of portaling. He was mad that his time with his erasthai had been interrupted, but if Drescher Volkov had been released, then having pups would be the last of their worries today. There was already a dammed revolution in play and they couldn’t have this This wasn’t the Asmoria that Miroslav wanted to create for Ralph and he felt like all he ever did was lie to his wife, even though there was a lot of work going on between them. Maybe they were meant to be like this, right?
“We haven’t checked. The dungeons are still burning up. None of us have magic as strong as yours, so we couldn’t get in and put it out,” Heion said, the disappointment in his tone making self known. He knew it wasn’t for that they even had to take their King up because of a fire but then such were the situations that they were faced with, sooner or later they would have had to face different truths,
“Alright, when did the fire begin?” the King asked and Heion sighed.
“Hei.. when did the fire begin?” he asked again.
“Five minutes ago,” Heion said and Miroslav felt all the air leave his lungs. They were currently at the dungeons and the fire was too huge for something that had begun five minutes ago. It just didn’t make any sense to him. There was no way the fire would spread out that much, not to mention the fact that no prisoners were screaming for help. Sure, the Asmoria dungeons were well insulated, but a fire this huge was bound to raise concerns. Everyone was bound to ask questions and yet there was nothing
While her husband was trying to understand what the hell had happened, and putting out the fire with his magic, Ralph was looking around for a sign of anything that could have started the fire. She hoped that maybe there was a clue around, and yet the only person she saw was alpha Bashir. He was staring from a distance, like he wasn’t even supposed to be there. Which was understandable because it was almost midnight and dinner was over a long while ago.
Even if he had heard about the fire, which Ralph was sure Heion hadn’t even told him of yet, five minutes to come from the guest house to this palace was just not enough. It was suspicious as hell. It was impossible even for a werewolf alpha. For a moment, Ralph wanted to say that Bashir was innocent… that he had nothing to do with this, but when she saw a side of his shirt burnt, Ralph wasn’t sure what to think of anymore.
She said it wasn’t a good idea to accuse an alpha who had come to Asmoria for the treaty. It would raise one too many questions, most of which Ralph didn’t have the answers to. This alpha was here for the purposes of their expansion but what were the chances that he wasn’t even on the same side as them? Oh, how Ralph was conflicted, she wanted to say she knew her best friend well, but then the man had been out of her life for a little too long and when he popped up, he wanted to shower the woman with love: Everything was just suspicious
“What the hell?” the Lycan King asked once he put out the fire. Everything About the fire was staring. There were no starting points and there was nothing that had gotten burnt. It was like a gas had been left, but even that didn’t make any sense because the torture chambers were always filled with magic and nothing else. The prisoners were fast asleep, almost like they had been knocked unconscious, and that raised even more questions.
“Look for Drescher,” the King said as he took in the madness in the dungeons. Whatever that fire was it had to be something else, because nothing was burnt. Nothing was missing and no one was hurt. Someone had worked so hard to make this fire a faux reality and Miroslav knew he needed to get to the bottom of it all. The Lycan King hated such games. He hates it when people try to force his hand because if he gives in then lives would be lost and there wouldn’t be anything left of them
“Drescher, wake the fuck up.” Ralph said when she saw her ex in his dungeon. He looked sleepy as hell and it was obvious he had no idea of a fire even taking place. However, for clarification purposes, Ralph had to ask him. She knew he wouldn’t lie to her, because he was still in love with her, a logic she was never going to be able to understand. Maybe she was fated to be
alone and be the center of attention of three men, but she didn’t like it one bit. She hated how things were going really and she needed to make sure that everything would be alright.
strung
“Ralph? What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping or something? Don’t tell me that dumb mate of yours did something to you. I will kill him if he does,” Drescher said with conviction and Ralph sighed. What the hell had she done to the goddess for her to be trapped in this cycle? Why the fuck was she the only one left to suffer with men who
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were fighting over her like a piece of meat? How was she even to know who meant what at this rate then?
“There was a fire in the dungeons, Drescher,” Ralphs said and the beta looked at her worriedly. He looked like he was willing to jump into the fire just to make sure that the woman before him wasn’t hurt. It was a huge risk he was ready to take for a woman who didn’t give two shits abonn him. It was almost like he was shooting himself in the foot each time that he looked at Ralph. Because her eyes would only ever look at Miroslava Ibrahimovich and no one else.
“Are you alright? What are you doing here then? Don’t you like a thousand Lycans ready to put their lives on the line for you? Where the fuck is that dumb husband of yours??” Drescher asked and Ralph facepalmed. She wasn’t sure what Drescher was playing at, especially after everything he had put her through but she sure hoped that wherever this was going, it was towards the answers they needed, especially now that she was slowly suspecting that Bashir had a part in the mess that had woken them all up.
“Miroslav!!!” Drescher called out and the King didn’t hesitate to show up. He hated it when Ralph interacted with Drescher, but at the same time, he had a feeling that the bastard would be more honest with them if they were with Ralph. It was something that the kind wanted to be rid of but until then he would be patient and wait to see whatever the fuck would be happening this time.
“Careful, Drescher. I might just kill you for the fire you caused, the King said and Drescher lauded maniacally. He couldn’t believe this King. There were so many things that could have gone wrong and yet here they were in the middle of a mess that wasn’t even there and at the same time a mess that seemed to be a ticking time bomb for the prisoners here. It was strange, though, how most of the prisoners were fast asleep. Hell, even Drescher looked like he had been deep in slumber when he woke up..
“You do whatever the hell you want with me, but get her out of these dungeons. She hates the smell of dust, and despises everything that comes with a fire or did you forget that you people got her parents burned unlawfully at the stakes? You forget that she had suffered in the hands of a fire that shouldn’t have been there and now she is here telling me about fire? What the fuck are you on? Aren’t you supposed to be protecting her or something? If you can’t keep her safe, then you need to back the fuck off and let me step in you wanker!!” Drescher growled as he struggled with the bars in his dungeon.
The poor
man knew he couldn’t get out but he was more than willing to give it a chance especially now that his ex was in danger. He hated this and when he saw Miroslav look at Ralphine softly and apologetically, Drescher felt his heart shatter. He couldn’t believe that the swine of a King who was running the Kingdom couldn’t even remember the little traumas that the woman they both loved, had. It just didn’t make any sense to him and he wanted a fight with the King. A fight to the death for Ralphine and boy was it something he was looking forward to.
“She is the Lycan Queen Drescher, she had duties, and you more than anyone should know that,” the King said angrily before he realized what he had adjusted. He was expecting Ralph to lash out at the both of them, but instead, Ralph had long muted them out. She was used to their banter and frankly, she wanted no part of it. If anything, she was staring at Bashir whose eyes had widened at the mention of her fire trauma. It was almost like he felt terrible for what had happened and honestly it was confusing as hell. It didn’t make any sense that Bashir would want her out here, at this time of the night.
Unless Bashir knew they were to complete the mating tonight.
But then no one in the Kingdom Knew that. Hell, not even the king and the queen herself had even thought of planning the mating. Everything had happened and it had been conveniently disrupted right when they were in the princess of finally mating, Oh, but Ralph wished she was wrong about this. She wished her instincts were wrong, but that was the thing. Her instincts were never wrong and there was a chance that Bashir was the reason for the fire.
“Has anyone seen Alpha Bashir?” Ralph asked as she looked at the man in the distance. She knew he was trying to hide, but if he wanted to remain unseen, he needed to do a better job at it. Besides, he was a visitor here and an alpha who needed a- treaty,
in cases like these, he was supposed to be at the forefront, trying to show Miroslav why the treaty was a good thing and yet he wasn’t even here. Well, he was but only because Ralph could see his outline in the distance. Oh, this man was
nuts.
Bashir? That psycho? The same psycho I warned you against trusting? Goodness, Heion. Why the fuck would you trust that man and even let him close to Ralph? What the fuck is wrong with all of you? Unless he told you some sick twisted story about how he and Ralph were best friends, no?” Drescher asked and Miroslav started keenly. He could see that the frustration that Drescher was showing was genuine, a little too genuine for it to be a rehearsed act. It was almost like Drescher was stressing his mind trying to think of ways to keep Ralph sane.
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Miroslav didn’t understand–yhatever was happening and he couldn’t let himself be ordered around but a man who had hurt his mate. He couldn’t let the sicko of a beta win this time, so he just walked away from Drescher making sure to entwine their hands for the beta to see. However, that didn’t seem to bother Drescher, Perhaps the thought of Bashir was way more fucked up to Drescher than seeing the woman he had rejected ye loved be with another man, a dark King for that fact, right?
“Sorry, I’m late… It took me a while to get here, werewolf speed and all. So, what the hell happened? And what is this I hear about a fire? Is Shehzadi okay?” Bashir asked and this time Ralpline couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the man. She wasn’t here for the games they were playing and honestly, she hated whatever the hell was going on. All she wanted was to get some rest, especially now that it was obvious that Bashir was screwing things up. The only thing Ralph didn’t understand, was why the Alpha was willing to go against everything for her. It was risky and yet the man seemed to have bet all his odds on his affection for Ralph.
“Ibrahim… I feel sleepy, can I please leave?” Ralph said not being able to stomach Bashir’s pretense anymore.
“Oh love…sure, Kara will stay by the door in case you need anything alright? I’ll join you later,” King Miroslav said to Ralph just before she slammed her lips on the King’s as if to show everyone who she belonged to. Well, it wasn’t news that she belonged to the King, right?
“We’ll complete the mating soon, love. You need all the rest you can get. Tonight was just the beginning. If there wasn’t a fire, we would have completed the mating,” King Miroslav recalled and Ralph smiled like a girl who was with her first love, and boy was it pissing off Drescher, but none more than Bashir.
“Sleep well, Meri Shehzadi,” Alpha Bashir added a little too loudly when the Queen headed for the door.
He really wasn’t giving up, huh?
