Chapter 79
[DRESCHERI
One hundred and fifty–seven days, three hours, forty–eight minutes, and fifteen seconds.
He had counted them.
All of them.
That was the amount of time that had passed since Drescher had seen anyone in the Asmoria dungeons, especially those who had come to see him. He hadn’t seen the Lycan king or queen, he hadn’t seen the nosey beta and enforcer. He hadn’t seen the high guard who always butchered him with her eyes. It was like they had forgotten about him, and if he was being honest, Drescher was long his mind down here. I le had been put in an isolated jail cell block, one that had no one coming in or out. The place was soundproof so it was impossible for anyone to see Drescher on the outside, and he couldn’t see anyone on the outside.
Unlike the other times that he could see the Lycans being tortured or even watch the Lycan warriors training, Drescher was in complete isolation. He was certain there were cobwebs forming in these dungeons and soon enough the spiders would bring to feast on him. He was like an abandoned prisoner, one whose data was not even bothering anyone out there. He was not even living, really. He was trapped here and he needed to find a way out.
In all that time, he had been fed through portals. The servants would portal him food on a plate, food that no sane person
meal would ever want to feed even their worst enemies. It was that bad, and the worst part of it was that it was the same. boiled white porridge and four small yams. It was a meal that came to him once a day. Drescher was sure if this went on for some time, he would lose his mind. He was sure of that. There was no way they were treating him like this.
Drescher Volkov had no information on his friend and his supporters. He had no clue whether the revolution was still ongoing, or if he was just here because the revolution had been defeated. He wanted to know what had happened to the fake Bashir and his father. And whether they had survived long enough to fool the Lycan King. He was not even sure that the world was revolving anymore. He wanted to know where he was, whether he was in Asmoria or not, because there were days when he felt like the entire dungeon and cell block shifted. In his time studying luna magic, Drescher Volkov had long learned that Lycan could move entire suites so a cell block didn’t even matter.
He had counted the number of times that they had moved and it was once every ven days. He wanted to say that Asmoria was moving, but once a week for a hundred and fifty–seven days was just not possible. There were too many Lycans. Drescher wanted to think that they were making him feel like they were removing when they weren’t, but then each time, the food smelled like it came from a different place. The plates were different every week and they were coated differently On some days the plates were silver and covered in dust, while on other days they were ceramic plates. This shit was screwing with him.
“For Lycans, you people are cowards… sending me food through a portal because you didn’t know if you could face me. No matter what you do, I will find my way out of here and once I do, I will let you know what you’re missing out on!!!” Drescher said angrily when the food came to him. It was the same horrifying meal, the same thing that scared the hell out of him. He hated how consistent they were and how the timing had become so perfect. It was almost like he was being trained to expect the meal at that time. He could have tried to feel at home, but as the days went by he felt more like a prisoner than he wanted to.
bigger and Begrudgingly, Drescher took the food and waited for the portal to close. However, it didn’t. Instead, if just grew bigger, almost like it was calling him, tempting him to take the first step and leave that place. He had been in the damned dungeons for a long time and if this was real, he would make sure to leave. He didn’t want to think that it would fuck him up or that he was walking into a trap. If he was being honest, there wasn’t a more cruel state than the one that he was in. He needed to hear people because his loud thoughts were messing with him. He was in oblivion, haunted by things he never wanted to think about.
“Wait, why isn’t it closing? Anyone there? What the fuck is going on!!!” Beta Drescher shouted and no answers came. If anything, the portal just stayed open while he looked at the food in his hands. He wanted to put it aside, but he was hungry as hell. These people fed him just lunch and left him to starve. Maybe if they fed him breakfast he would have survived the hunger most of the time, but lunch, that was too cruel, seeing as he always had a high metabolism. Not to mention each
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time he ate he was always tempted to shift into his wolf and he had to hold his urges back because he wouldn’t have enough strength to shift back into his human form.
So, the werewolf beta decided to eat his food. It was easier than ciking the chance at freedom when he wasn’t even sure what this type of freedom meant to him. It is like he was on some damned cycle and there was no way out. If by the time he was done eating the portal was still open, he would consider moving out. He had been here for so long it had made him into an unshaven breast.
There was no comfort here, just spin and a desire to leave, but more than anything, the endless desire to see Ralphine Belyaeva, the girl he broke and the girl who refused to stay down when he had knocked her. To him, she would always be a Belyaeva, no matter who she was married to or even how powerful she had gotten. Drescher wasn’t going to think too much of it. The woman was nothing to him,
open, so he “Fucking hell,” Drescher said once he was done eating and sent the plate back. Even then the portal remained figured it was a chance at peace. He didn’t know what was scarier but then the portal being his way out was better than staying here in the dark when his wolf was getting weaker. He had nothing to lose so he wouldn’t have to worry about much right? With one last look at the dungeons, Drescher went through the portal.
If he was being frank with himself, Drescher wasn’t expecting much. He had hoped to be free, but when the portal led him to the Asmoria throne room, where he was standing in front of the king, the queen, the high guards, and the royal council, Drescher just clicked at the absurdity of all this. He couldn’t believe that he had been brought here and the fact that he was suddenly shackled and everyone was staring at him like he was some animal waiting to be butchered, for the Drescher clicking again. This was insane, but was it?
“What the fuck is this? Huh?” Drescher asked as he looked at the king and queen. His eyes went to Ralphine first, the beautiful Lycan queen who should have been his. Drescher had so many regrets and seeing Ralph in a crown got his beart breaking for a moment. He had blamed himself for the past months for not being manly enough to face her. When he had learned they were mated, he had spent each and every single day watching her. Of course, it clearly didn’t bother her as much because she was the outcast, but it all meant something to Drescher.
That was a truth he would never admit, but he had long fallen for the outcast of their pack. Drescher Volkov had loved her. genuinely, and had been a little excited when he found out that she was his mate. He had prepared himself to protect her and to give her a rank so no one would ever hurt her. He had even set aside a room for her in his house just in case she “didn’t want to share the same room as him. He had waited for her, and he had been happy when he saw her. Ralph may have been an outcast but she was the woman who had gotten Drescher’s attention.
The mate bond was supposed to be perfect. And that day when he rejected her, he knew he would never find anyone like Ralphine Belyaeva. He had broken her heart, in front of people, the same people that had spent their entire lives ridiculing her instead of standing by her. He had wanted today that it was a stupid mistake, but over time, Drescher realized that if the tables were turned, he wouldn’t forgive himself for what he had done.
“Damn, goddess, you look pretty, fuck, Drescher thought to himself, his eyes trained on the beautiful woman on the throne. She was perfect and right now, she looked like everyone’s ideal mate. She had a smile on her face, one that wasn’t drained. It was the king that was natural and she didn’t have to pretend about anything. Drescher could see how her dimples had grown and he wanted to kiss her cheek just this once. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry about what he had done. Surely he wasn’t expecting her to forgive him, but he just wanted her to know how sorry he was.
He shouldn’t have let them whip her, and he shouldn’t have let the Lycans take her parents from her, Drescher had known that the alpha was planning to give up a couple that worked in the mines for the trial to get it–over with. And he had agreed. to it too, not that he had much of a choice. However, he should have done his homework, and known that the parents of his mate were the ones to be burnt. He had known that he and Ralph were mated for over a week now, which was why there was nothing that could excuse his silence.
“Hello, Drescher, you look… bushy,” the Lycan king greeted and Drescher didn’t respond. His thoughts were still back to Koslov, in time to the night when he had seen his mate last. He had regretted rejecting her and had wanted to make sure she was right even though her parents were burning at the stake. That was why he had stayed when the fires had gone out. He had been there when Ralph stared at her parents fade, when everyone had left and she was the only one left standing. He had been there and he was watching from a distance.
That night, his heart broke for the girl he had ordered a hundred lashes on. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to tell her
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that he would make things right, that he would protect her, and be wanted to tell her that no matter what happened, even if they weren’t mates and she had accepted his rejection, he would always show up for her. His guilt was eating him up, and it really did pin him down in the worst of ways. There was nothing left for him that night. The Belyaeva girl had taken his heart and he never wanted it back.
Drescher had known that the pack was against letting people default from the pack. He was a beta himself and he knew the punishment would be severe if Ralph was caught. So, when he saw her leaving, he watched over her. He kept her safe from the warriors. He stared at her and made sure that she did whatever she wanted to peacefully. He had never been one for sentiments but that night, Drescher knew that Ralphine’s world was never going to be the same. Perhaps that’s why a part of him had hoped that she left Koslov. It was bad enough that she was an outcast, rejected, and without parents to help or even comfort her. If anything, the rogue camps would offer her more sympathy and care than the Koslov wolves ever would
“Of course. And I have you to thank for that, don’t I?” Drescher said amusedly as he kept his eyes on Ralphine.
The Belyaeva Lycan Queen was prettier today. Her hair was longer, and her braids had started showing, which meant that by the time he had been locked up, the queen had been to a battle or a war too.
In Asmoria, braids were earned. Every win meant a warrior could wear more braids. Some didn’t want the braids despite winning. However, for Ralph, it was essential to make sure of her people who she was and how she fought. All of that makes Drescher proud of her. And for the first time, since she had crossed the Koslov borders, Drescher was glad Ralph hadn’t stayed back in Koslov. Letting her leave and making sure she was safe for the guards was his way of apologizing, but even he knew that that would never ever be enough. And that was okay.
“I see your humor is intact. Do you know why you are here?” the Lycan king asked and Drescher scoffed a second time. He didn’t keep his eyes on the woman his heart longed for but would never get this time. He stared at the king, not bothering with the formalities. He was chained up and he looked like a piece of shit, but that didn’t stop Drescher from smirking at the Lycan king like he knew something that the king didn’t. He was trying to torment the king, but would it work on the man who wasn’t scared of death?
“Hell, if I know but I’m willing to bet my balls and the stupid–ass meal you keep sending me, that it’s got something to do with the bitch beside you. My sloppy seconds. Gosh, I should have taken her that night and fucker her brains out. Maybe she wouldn’t be looking at me with bored eyes like I was the one who murdered her parents. You Lycans forced out hands and
dare bring me here to humiliate me for a whore? Fuck you!” Drescher said angrily and the king growled in warning. shaking the entire throne room.
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