Alora’s POV
The physician excused himself to go and pick up so herbs for my treatnt after making sure that I was well rested on the bed. He had instructed that I didn’t move until he ca back so I simply just remained in that position.
With painful tears gathering my eyes, my mind drifted off to the good tis. The ti when I was still happy. When I was with my parents and when everything was alright in the world.
The ti when Ryan loved and promised to get married to so that we could be bonded as mates for all eternity. I was the most happiest girl, the one that everyone envied in the pack and now, I’ve been reduced to nothing but a slave that he had ordered to be killed and casted away.
I’m sure that he thinks I am dead. Even the Royal physician had said that I wasn’t supposed to survive this but what happens now?
I want to be grateful that the Lycan King, whoever he was was kind enough to have saved my life but I wished that he didn’t. I wish that he had just abandoned there.
Surviving sothing as horrible as what I went through only ant that I would never forget it. That I would live with the trauma forever.
I heard soone walk into the tent and quickly blinked my tears away.
"Did you find the herbs?" I asked in a hoarse voice but didn’t get any reply.
Fear and panic crept up inside and settled in my gut. I knew that soone was in the tent because the energy had shifted into sothing clear but unfamiliar for so reason. It felt like sothing unusual had walked in here?
"W-Who are you?" I stuttered in fear, afraid that whoever had just walked inside had co to hurt .
"The ruler of this land." He answered in a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. I forced myself to rise up in a seated position and just then, our eyes t.
A shock gasp escaped my dry lips when I ca face to face with the man standing in front of . It was Lycan Kyrell, the sa man that I had bumped into the night when I tried to escape.
He’s the one who rescued ? He didn’t even give so much as a backward glance before so why now? Why did he choose to help ? Was it because he wanted to send back to Ryan?
My chest tightened at that thought. My throat suddenly going dry. How is it possible that the very person who casted aside, went to such lengths to make sure that I was safe?
"M-My Lord," I greeted, my eyes casted down to the bed. My hands trembling. I was scared that if I continued to stare at his face then he might lash out at and do even worse that what Ryan had already done.
Among the rulers of the seven kingdoms, he was the most powerful and the most feared. If I considered Ryan bad then he was definitely far worse.
"The physician sent a ssage that you were awake so I ca to see for myself," He walked closer to my bed till he was standing in front of .
I felt a tingling sensation that raced through my pulse just at our shared proximity alone. It was faint, almost unnoticeable but it was still there.
Before I could process why he was suddenly so close to , his hands gripped my chin and in a split second, I am forced to stare at his face that was tightened in a deep frown. I noticed the almost faded scar that ran from the top of his left eyes and disappeared into the neckline of his robe.
My heart imdiately sank to the depths of my stomach when I saw the his angry orbs staring down at in disgust and another emotion that I couldn’t quite decipher.
"You are not welco here, slave." He stated frostily, tightening his grip around my cheekbone. The dislike in his voice, visible with every word he uttered.
"I do not tolerate traitors like you nor do I welco them into my pack so your ti here is limited. As soon as you get better, you will be escorted out of this place and must never return."
He pushed my face away roughly and I yelped in pain as I tried to steady myself. The injures inflicted on my body almost scratching open again.
"I-I..." I trailed off, my voice stuck in my throat as tears blinded my vision. "I don’t have anywhere else to go."
"I do not care." He snapped at , his voice sharp and edgy. "You cannot stay here and that is final. The king of your pack is my sworn enemy and we do not see eye to eye. Anyone from your pack is considered an enemy of mine as well."
"If it weren’t for my Beta who pleaded on your behalf then I would’ve left you to die in those woods where I found you because I do not owe traitors like you anything."
I sniveled, blinking the tears away. I thought that he had rescued because of our shared mate bond but I was wrong. He didn’t care just like he didn’t care back then.
I don’t bla him though. How can soone like him help a re slave like ? I’m sure that the news of being a traitor has been spread across all packs after Ryan had announced it at the banquet so no matter how much I may try to defend myself, it will be pointless because he wouldn’t believe .
The opinion he has about wouldn’t change.
"Then..." I trailed off, my voice stuck in my throat. "Treat like one of your slave as well. If I should go back to my pack then I’ll be surely killed." I blurted out, not sure why I did though.
He didn’t care for my sob story so why would he care if they wanted dead or alive?
"I cannot afford to go back, My Lord. Dying here is better than dying anywhere else." I whispered desperately, my trembling hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. "Please, take pity on and let take refuge here."
"I promise that I won’t cause any trouble." I went further to say when he didn’t respond. "As soon as I get better, I’ll work here as a slave to pay off my debt. I will serve you for the rest of my life if you want to but please, spare my life."
Tears trickled down my cheeks with every sob that escaped my throat. I know that staying here might not be pleasant but still, it was better than having to go back to the place that wanted dead.
He may be considered ruthless and a tyrant but the fact that he had gone out of his way to help even when he shouldn’t have only proved that to an extent, he was better than Ryan.
"My help is not without charge. It cos with a heavy price slave." He said in a gruff voice. "I do not give it out so easily and I promise that you will not enjoy every bit of it. You will repay it for as long as you live."
I shivered at those words. It sounded like a threat more than a statent but I only nodded my head in agreent. As long as he spared my life then I will accept anything than going back to Ryan.
"Y-Yes, My Lord."
Without saying anything more, he turned and walked out of the tent without so much of a backward glance. The almost suffocating air slowly becoming more clearer to breathe.
I exhaled slowly, the tension that had risen inside slowly dying down.
Just then, I saw the physician standing at a corner, leaning against the wood in his tent, eyes staring at with intent. I don’t know when he ca back or how long he has been standing there but judging from the pitiful look on his face, I could tell that he has been there for a while.
"He didn’t say anything else. He just left." I mumbled to myself, my brows creased with worry. The little glimr of hope that I had left, gradually fading away.
"That’s because he has accepted your desperate plea." The physician spoke out and I glanced at him. "The Lycan King is a man of a few words. His silence ans more than any word he utters out of his mouth. That’s just the way he is."
"You can be rest assured that has allowed you to stay but I wonder why though. He has never given anyone such grace or rcy before now so, why you?"
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