Chapter 84
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Hope was all he had and now, he wasn’t even sure if there was something like hope anymore. His mind was filled with images of his dying mother, his frustrated father, and his sacred sisters. Even worse, was the fact that he was so mad at everything including himself that he wasn’t even able to feel the fire around him anymore. Drescher had spent the entire time counting the number of days he was in the dungeons again, and frankly, he had expected that it would be months like the last time, but then when he woke up, the fire had slowed down, and the ants were gone. This shit was even more confusing because the only time that had passed was just twenty nine hours.
“What do you want!!!” Drescher shouted at no one in particular.
The former beta couldn’t imagine the horrors his siblings were experiencing and that horrified him to an extent. Alone in the jail block hidden from everyone, Drescher felt regret filling up his insides. His pride had cost him a caring and loving mother whose heart was as pure as they caine. That was something he would never get back. He had wanted to get on the nerves of Ralphine and her king of a husband and it all backfired on him. He felt like an idiot for keeping them going and even letting them take his family. That was the one thing he had sworn wouldn’t happen and yet it was even so easy for Alpha Rykar to give them up. Perhaps the friendship wasn’t as strong anymore.
When he had come after the Lycan queen, Drescher had had plans on how to make an easy exit. Bashir and his father were just alternates, a distraction that failed to work in the worst of ways seeing as he was still stuck in here. However, now that he had seen his siblings and family, there was no way he was letting the girls stay in the Asmoria dungeons.
Drescher knew the protocol for such situations and that was also how he was certain that Ralphine was never going to see him again or even talk to him. It was expected, seeing how horrified she had been earlier of the situation in the throne room. Even then she had remained an innocent girl who didn’t like violence. Frankly, even he knew that she would have made the best of mates, but Drescher had screwed that up too. He knew the king wouldn’t want her in there again, and that also meant that his cards for mercy had just gone up in flames too. Oh, he was screwed in all ways to hell, but was that all there was to his grand plan?
“Fuck this,” Drescher said as he stared at his right arm, like it was the only thing that could save him at the moment. It was a dangerous move he was considering, seeing as all his plans hadn’t worked. There was a very high chance that this wouldn’t work too. But then he couldn’t think like that. He had to get his siblings and father out of Asmoria. He had to make sure that they were safer and in a palace where King Miroslav wouldn’t ever be able to get them. However, with Miro being the king who had connections everywhere, and with the resources not to mention the right amount of brines, who was to tell that he wouldn’t get wind of this?
“I really hope this works,” Drescher whispered as he clawed a line up his right arm, and got out a magical tracker that was hidden in there by magic. The one who had offered him the tracker had told him to activate it only when he was in the worst of situations and that he was in the kind of a fix that no amount of prayers would ever target him forgiven by the moon goddess. It had been a horrifying deal he had made then but that didn’t matter at the moment. He was willing to call out to the devil himself if that was the only way for him to get out of here with his kin. He needed to make sure that no matter what happened, he didn’t lose anyone anymore.
Biting on the tracker Drescher hoped that it would be active enough to get the people he needed to this side of the realm. He hoped that the allies he had made in Mirza wouldn’t rat him out or even leave him out there to dry alone. He couldn’t handle that. Funny how he had been quick to betray his mate and no he was hoping that people didn’t betray him. And so, he waited. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for it, even if there would be help coming for him, but he had to wait. He was patient, way more patient than he had ever been his entire life. It was so unusual, not that there were many options lying there for him, yeah?
“Come on, please work… pretty please,” Drescher begged as he paced around the little island he was forced to be in; he couldn’t get out of the damn thing without burning himself to a crisp. Sure, the ants had been killed but his swollen body was still itchy thanks to the endless poisonous bites. He was painfully aware that the poison would take over his senses in seventy–two hours and with more than twenty–four hours already gone since they started biting him, Drescher could only hope to beat fate in this cruel game. He had to win it no matter what happened and he had to make sure that it worked.
“Pleas-” Drescher started rambling again, but then a portal opened suddenly, making him still, It was a different portal,
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unlike the one that Astoria would use to bring him food. Hell, He was still hungry because they hadn’t thought that even though he was their prisoner, he sull deserved food. Then again his mind hadn’t even been on food this entire time, the only thing he needed was to see to it that his family was alive. He would pray for the soul of his mother seeing as it was the only thing he could do after being the worst son in the world.
If it isn’t the witty Drescher Volkov. What did you do this time for them to have a fire ward around you? And is that the stench of the crazy green ants? Goddamn, dude. You must have really pissed them so badly.” Evan, one of the Lycan–warlock rogue hybrids said to Drescher who was staring in disbelief as if this was just some part of his mind. He had to be hallucinating if Evan himself came for him, right? This man never left Mirza or even his workstation. He was one of the craziest warlocks he had ever met and a Lycan who hated the Lykan king with all that he had and didn’t have.
“You’re not real. I’m going to die like this,” Drescher sighed defeatedly as he looked at the amused warlock before him. Maybe he wasn’t real to Drescher, and this was just his mind playing games with him, right? But then what if Evan was real then? What if the warlocks he had walked through the portal with were also real? Oh, Drescher was tired of everything and needed to rest but first he needed his family.
“Get the poison out of his system while I figure out a way to get him out of that fire hill without causing more damage,” Evan said and his team members got to work. There were five here who had come to rescue Dresher, so while Evan was thinking, the four were struggling with the poison. It wasn’t going to be easy, because the more they removed the poison from Drescher’s body, the poison would probably drop on that surface and the dead ants would rise and begin again. There was a reason those ants were everyone’s worst nightmare and Drescher was just at the center of the madness.
The positioning of Drescher was tricky. Firstly, his dungeons were small and couldn’t hold six people at the same time. That meant that they all had to be very careful. The fire was also somewhat increasing, maybe because it was feeding on magic and the warlocks had come in with a lot more. It was hectic, really, but they had no other option. So, the warlocks stuffed to get the poison out, while two of them created a surface of sorts that the poison would be transferred into. The surface wouldn’t slowly become a pot to hold it all but it would take a few minutes, at most thirty to make the perfect holding pot. That wasn’t helping really because of the shaking ground.
All of this was insane but then there wasn’t much they could do other than make sure that they didn’t get caught, because if they did get caught, now that King Miroslav didn’t have to hold back for his queen’s sanity, they would be dead before their bodies even hit the ground. It would be a long battle with the strongest of magic, and they would most certainly not win because King Miroslav was always a bitch when he was pissed off. He could siphon the magic from other creatures and that “just wasn’t a nice thing to do. However, if he caught them, he would siphon their magic out of spite.
“This thing is set up almost like he knew WE would come here… everyone, step back!” Evan the warlock hybrid suddenly shouted.
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