Morava was surrounded by four terrifyingly dangerous, naked Hydranians, whose bodies were muscular and bulky and full of uncontrolled tattoos. As they breathed, thick clouds ford in front of them. They seed... furious. The one behind her caught her by her arms and pressed her against his chest and a very erect shaft.
Morava was horrified. A shudder of panic shook her body as she whipped her head to look at all of them.
"Lerna!" shouted one of them, closing his fists tightly. The other one placed a hand on his shoulder to quieten him.
"Why did you run away, Lerna?" asked the wolf in front of her with a growl, as he pinched her chin. "You are the princess of Hydra. This was the most disgusting thing you could do. We were supposed to mate after the ritual was over. All twelve of us were waiting for you to mate. What do you think of us Alphas? What was it that forced you to run? Was it your mate? Have you slled you mate?"
Morava's mind was numb with the proximity of four Nyxers who were all erect and thought that she was soone else. The worst part: Twelve of them wanted to mate with her. Wait, they thought she was Princess of Hydra? she didn't speak a word, the Nyxer in front of her shouted, "Answer , Lerna! Have you slled your mate? In that case you either reject him or we will do the honors of killing him!"
With quivering lips, she replied, "I am not Lerna. I am not the princess of Hydra. I am princess of Pegasii, Morava. My father is King Biham." Her heart raced wildly.
The Nyxer in front of her raised his eyebrow and tilted his head, looking at her as if she had gone mad. He gestured to the one behind her. The next mont the Nyxer behind her lifted her up by her waist.
"Noooo!" Morava shouted as she kicked her hands and legs. "What the fuck is wrong with you n? Does this Lerna look like ? If you are wolves and you know who is Lerna, can't you bloody sniff her scent?"
The Alphas carried her through the snow quietly as each of them smiled in victory. One who carried her placed a large hand on her mouth to suppress her screams. He lowered his head and whispered, "We want you to co quietly with us, Lerna. There is no use making noise. The others are waiting for you impatiently!"
As they trudged through the snow, Morava's eyes stung with tears. She couldn't believe that she had got herself into the worst kind of trouble that the won of Araniea feared, which was to beco a breeder at Hydra Kingdom. She rembered that along with her mother she had connived to send Tania to the Hydra Kingdom when they were going to Draka, and she was saved by Prince Rigel. But now she had fallen in the clutches of Nyxers and there was no one to save her. Her eyes went to the Pegasii army camp that she could still see in the distance. And how co they were so sure that she was Lerna and not Morava? She was so confused that she didn't know how to save herself as the Alphas carried her through the snow towards their hideout. How co Balfour didn't hear her?
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Balfour was extrely tired after so many days of fighting. He didn't know that Aquila was slowly getting infested with Nyxers. The problem was that these were the common soldiers in the army of Hydra. They didn't have won to breed and so they were all coming out and abducting the won of Aquila to breed and satiate their lust. Felis was hardly interested in his soldiers' deeds and so these Nyxers were out of control.
Just a week back he had heard that the princess of Hydra, Lerna, had escaped with so fellow Nyxers because she had found her mate. That added to his trouble because now General Alphard had co for her rescue. Balfour had successfully pushed Alphard and his unit of soldiers when they were trying to enter the Pegasii territory. The whole disturbance had increased multifold. If he knew who Lerna was, he would have willingly found her, caught her and handed her over to General Alphard. It had been three days of fighting with him. However, one good thing had co out of Alphard's presence. Many Nyxers had started going away from Aquila back to Hydra because they were afraid of him.
Balfour was sleeping in his tent when all of a sudden, he heard soone call him. With his enhanced hearing, he could hear his na from a long distance. He got out of the tent and found that a group of soldiers was already out and they were all staring ahead in distance. The snow reflected the blue and gray light of dawn and the yellow of lanterns. He parted the group as he walked to the front. He picked up the scent of Nyxers. He was about to give orders to his soldiers to pick their weapons up and he heard another scream. It was of a woman.
From his distance, and with his enhanced vision and hearing, he realized that the Nyxers were carrying back a woman whose na was Lerna. A smile crept on his lips. With Lerna's capture, Alphard would retreat. That would do away with most of his problems. "Everyone, disperse!" he ordered. Without a word, every soldier went back to their work. It was the internal matter of the Hydranians and Balfour didn't have any intention of intervening in it or rescuing the damsel called Lerna. Because if he would have, then whatever tension was already there on the borders would have increased rapidly. The battle between kingdoms was like a ga of chess. Sacrifices and sches were necessary.
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Flashback:
When Gordon had sent the ssage to the king through Fafnir, he was called by the evening for the eting. Gordon wasn't expecting that King Eltanin would et him personally. He was hoping that General Fafnir would et with him. However, when he saw that King Eltanin was also present in the eting chamber, he was surprised.
Gordon bowed to the king and stiffened when King Eltanin gestured to him to sit. "Explain to the whole situation," Eltanin demanded.
Gordon recounted his eting with Mizvah and in the end said, "He wants to get Princess Morava released."
The door of the eting chamber opened and to his utter astonishnt, Gordon saw a demon with horns walking inside.
Eltanin rose from his chair and greeted the demon. "Rolfe, please join us!"
Was this the demon king of Galahar? Gordon' eyes beca wide in anticipation. Rolfe Aramaer was everything the Lore said about him and then so more. He was so handso and had piercing green eyes as if they could see through your soul. Realizing that he was gawping at him, Gordon quickly bowed to him. The sir around him rippled and he knew that it was Rolfe's magic slithering over him. A shiver ran down his spine.
"Gordon, narrate everything again to Rolfe," Eltanin commanded.
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