As soon as the tribesn finished speaking, Lyra felt dread creeping in. Yes, she was relieved that her mates were here for her but that reason did not stop her from feeling anxious. She worried about their reaction to all that was happening.
According to them, Kyrell had kidnapped her and brought her here by force while he already had a mate. And Lyra had slapped that said mate in the past. That was enough for any mated male to seek revenge. The n here hardly said no to their partner’s wishes. If Alice really wished for Lyra to die, then that was what her mate would do. No matter the consequences.
Not that Kyrell had to worry much about the consequences given his status as a king and imnse prowess. With everything analyzed, anyone would think that Lyra was in danger. Much less her worrywart mates.
They already had bad blood with Kyrell. Even when he lived with them, Lyra could see that they didn’t like him that much. Maybe it was because Blake, Victor, Killian, and Demir knew each other and were acquaintances before they t her or because Noah and Lucas too were good friends and didn’t have much problem sharing her. But....Kyrell, he was different and Lyra only now realized how unfair the situation had been for him.
Her poor, precious, and the most lovable boy was suffering, and she turned a blind eye to it, to keep the peace. Whenever her mates distanced themselves from him, she let it slide. She didn’t want to force them into accepting Kyrell, so she stayed silent. If only he had a trusted one to talk to, this matter wouldn’t have escalated so much.
Lyra’s eyes pooled with tears as these thoughts ca rushing one after another into her mind while she and Nathan hurried towards the Eagle’s tribe’s border. That was where Kyrell and her mates were fighting each other.
When she reached the place, Lyra stopped in her tracks and her eyes went wide in terror.
*****
[Approximately an hour ago]
Kyrell couldn’t help but smile as he gazed at the utter chaos that was happening in his tribe. His unruly tribesn were scattering away from the raging immortals who seed hell-bent on killing everyone and everything around them.
That was not a problem for Kyrell. They could kill anyone here and he wouldn’t give a damn about it because his tribesn deserved this and more for all they did to his beloved, their Queen.
"Here you are!" Kyrell’s attention suddenly turned toward the harsh sound that reached his ears. His earlier smile grew broader when he faced the seething face of one of Lyra’s mates.
Victor was in his half-beast form. His wings had co out and his silvery eyes looked sharply at Kyrell. He gritted out words while he suppressed the urge to pounce on the latter, "Where is my mate?" His head was constantly pounding in pain due to the experience he had to go through a few monts ago. It was a feeling like no other. He felt.....he felt his connection to his mate vanish for a re second. It was as though she was not here in his world anymore.
"Where the fuck is my mate, you bastard!?" When Kyrell remained silent with that smug look on his face, Victor lost it. He flew toward him and started to attack.
Kyrell on the other hand remained calm just like how he was supposed to be in a battle. This was not new to him as he had ti and ti again participated in nurous battles under the orders of the late Eagle King. The monsters he had fought in the dark forest seed more intimidating than the over emotional Vulture king in front of him.
It was clear that Victor was mindlessly aiming at him without any regard to his own safety.
"Tell , Kyrell!?" Victor asked while he struggled to land a proper blow on the forr. Anger clouded his rationale making it difficult for him to fight followed by his bloodlust going haywire, "Where is she!?"
"Lyra is in my palace" That answer made Victor stop briefly but it didn’t last long with what Kyrell said next, "She is sleeping in my bed covered in my scent as she should be"
Victor gritted his teeth, "You are completely out of your mind, aren’t you?"
"Took you long enough to figure it out" With that, Kyrell bound Victor with his powers preventing the latter from moving. He stared right at Victor’s eyes while stating, "I am like this because of you....because of all of you!" Victor writhed in pain as Kyrell added, "You lot keep taking away the only thing I have ever wanted in my life. I endured everything you guys threw at but that ends today, Victor. I will kill every one of you here in my tribe"
"That is a good thought you have right there" Kyrell released his hold on Victor when he felt a powerful presence approaching him, "But it seems a bit unrealistic, Kyrell. You killing that Vulture pup seems plausible but even ? Since when did you have this delusion of defeating ?"
Kyrell clenched his fists, "Kaizer"
"That is " Kaizer smirked raising his hand and when he dropped it, a shadowy figure started to appear in thin air encompassing the entire surroundings in thick dark fog.
"I didn’t expect you here"
"Well, you should have" Kaizer shrugged, "You have sothing that is mine"
"You are not her mate," Kyrell said, "And neither you ever will be. With them around, you will never beco her mate" Just like . The last words were not said out loud but Kaizer understood them.
Instead of getting riled up, Kaizer calmly refuted, "That is for to worry. She is mine regardless of what anyone says but you Kyrell...you do not deserve her. You already have a mate of your own so stop this madness that does no one good and release Lyra"
Kyrell frowned, "She is not going anywhere"
Kaizer’s gaze turned dark, "That is not for you to decide, you golden bastard! I will break your smug face and bury you alive if you keep this nonsense up"
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