07

GREENHAVEN HILLS

On the hill stood a young-looking aged man—a man who had lived for over millennia, whose name had been stroked in the history book, and one known all over the planet.

His dark cloak, adorned in fur, wavered on the floor, forming a circle around him. His robe, which featured a gold thread, covered his feet. On his palm was his golden staff, and on his right side was his golden sword that had slid through different throats, chest, and belly.

“My King!” Ronan bowed from behind, his eyes glued to the floor. “You sent me over here. What is it you want me to do?”

King Godric swirled his neck backwards, casting him a deep look, “Where is that female right now?”

“With Lyra, I guess. She was deeply wounded and might take days to recover. But I assure you that she will sate your blood cravings when needed again.” Ronan's calm voice sprang between them.

He raised his face, looking intently at his master's hair that was packed in a golden lion-carved ring, its length almost reaching his butt.

“I didn't expect my mate to be the one who would sate my blood cravings. How will she survive if she keeps doing that until she lifts my curse?” he paused, staring into the thin air. “Not that I care if she would die, but she needs to lift my curse before she dies.”

Ronan understood what he meant. He had heard several times when his master talked about Odessa and how she was his mate. He promised to bring her to their Clan when she was of age and would be able to stand the pains of lifting his curse…..but as it stood, nothing was making sense to him.

He had sucked on the blood of so many human and werewolf females in search of that one person that would always sate his blood cravings, but what he did not expect was that his mate, who would lift his curse, was also the one that would sate that craving.

“No matter what, that female must live at all costs until the day she lifts my curse. I'm sure the moon goddess will provide another female if she dies.” King Godric uttered, his voice sounding more than hoarse.

Ronan bowed to him, “I will keep my eyes on her at all times, Your Majesty.”

“Do you think she will know how to lift my curse? Moon goddess refused to tell me, now, I don't even know the next step to take.” he clamped his hands backwards, face twisted. “Once she lifts this curse and I become free from being the dark lord, I will destroy all the humans and werewolves after I find that one or two females that would always sate my blood cravings.”

Ronan nodded. He knew that was the only reason his king had left the werewolves and humans alive for thousands of years now. It's so good that his mate was with them and would lift his curse soon.

As a Lycan, he has no issue living like the others, but the Kyrennei in him would always have to suck on blood to survive.

Then he recalled that there was one thing he hadn't talked about to his master and it had been bothering him. “They call her a murderer. Do you think she could lift the curse if she had sinned against the moon goddess?”

King Godric shook his head slightly. Moon goddess had told him that his mate must be free from sins before she would be able to lift his curse. “How did she become a murderer?”

“I learned that she poisoned her parents to death, and that was fifteen years ago,” Ronan responded. He was about to add more words to his statement when the King finally turned to him, taking him to the floor, his head unable to lift again. That face is sacred. No one has ever seen it and survived death.

“That female is just twenty-two years old, which means she was seven years old when she was accused of murder. How do I believe that?” his voice resounded with curiosity. “Someone must be behind their death, but to clean her, the real murderer must be found.”

He turned his back on Ronan again before he was able to stand to his feet.

“Ronan, find the culprit. Dig into the past when it happened,” he ordered, and he bowed to him. “You must be fast because I need to get this curse out of my body.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Ronan lowered his head, his arms wrapped against each other.

***

AT THE SHADOWFELL PALACE

The reflection of Mistress Pandra showed through the mirror. The sun was scorching, and it was the actual time to serve the King his lunch.

She had told the chef to get the spiced raw meat to her room so she could take it to the King herself. It wasn't the first time—she had been playing that game for years now, hoping that someday, she would be able to see the King's face.

According to the historical book she read from her grandfather, the king is a charming prince adorned by all and stole the hearts of a lot. The art that bore the king's drawing was still with her, and each time she looked at it, it left her lips gaping.

He was such an angel in a mortal form—but she couldn't tell if he would still be that way after ages had passed.

“He would be mine the day I look at his face….” she had always told herself.

A knock came on the door, and she spared it a glance, “Come in!” She knew it would be the chef or her assistant, so there was nothing to worry about. “Drop it on the table,” she ordered, staring at the woman's image through her mirror.

The assistant chef left after dropping it, and then she grabbed it, taking it into her inner room. There, she brought out a little container, which she opened and spread the milky powder that it contained on the meal.

She watched until the powder melted, making it impossible for one to find out about the powder.

“Finally, we are set to feed the King his lunch.” she grinned and set out, leaving her room to the King's chamber.

All these years, she had tried to get into his chamber, but just the growl of his Kyrennei would make her lose her sanity until she met the witch doctor who gave her the powder.

She reached the King's chamber and knocked on it, “Your majesty, I came with your lunch.”

Seconds passed, and she got no response as usual, so she decided to try for the first time and step into the room.

Just as she dropped it on the huge table beside his bed and turned to leave, she came face to face with the Kyrennei, which caused her feet to slip, taking her to the floor.

What would a Lycan do with raw meat? It was always his Kyrennei longing for unusual meals.

She dragged her butt backwards until her back was pinned to the wall. Her body trembled as she watched the Kyrennei walk to the table and gobble every bit of the meat.

It growled into the air like it had been pissed off, taking slow moves towards Pandra. Each of its steps sent cold shivers all over her body.

Her palms perspired. Her belly twisted into a knot. The Kyrennei was coming closer to her. She didn't expect that.

What she longed for was to face the human part of her King and speak to him, not a beast-like creature.

“Please! I will go!!” she shut her eyes as the creature crawled closer to her. “Please, don't hurt me!” she cried out, but it only added more fury to the Kyrennei. Hot tears escaped her eyes—ones she was unable to hold back no matter how she tried.

The Kyrennei sniffled behind her neck, wanting to be sure she was a female. The milky powder she added to the meal was to stimulate the sex organ of the King and make him crave sex, which might lead to her sating his sexual cravings.

She felt the creature's claw deepen into her skin, and immense pain ran all over her spine. “Please!” she yelled, but the sound of her skirt tearing apart made her open her eyes, only to find her lower limb uncovered.

Slowly, she looked up at the creature's face—all she could see was a beast craving for sex.

“I can't do this! Just let me go!!!” her voice rang out in the silence of the room, but she felt a sharp organ into her hole. Her lips dropped open as it slid in and out of her recklessly.

Just like the organ was so sharp, so was the pain that rushed through her veins. Each thrust kept her screaming out for help. It was reckless, continuous, and hard, and with the way it dug deeper into her, she knew her vagina would end up bleeding.