Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL] Chapter 465: I Need You To Leave

[KOSTA]

Then the focus shifted to Tamiko.

To Kosta.

To the royals who seed to have been snapped out of their trance.

Soon enough, the king, the Lycan lords, and Yilena were rushing towards Tamiko and Kosta.

Everyone who had been unaware of any alarming shit in the kingdom, and the banquet, was now watching in pure shock, like the sight alone was not even worthy of the old books.

It was traumatizing as fuck.

It was hurtful. It was sothing that no one wanted to be true. If they lost the prince... Oh, but that was a line of thought that no one was ready to explore.

It was too dangerous.

Too insane, and so they shook their heads while the royals reached Tamiko and Kosta as the atmosphere went from the celebratory cheers to dead silence. Not even the crickets seed to make a sound.

Kosta, in his determination, reached his Erasthai faster than anyone ever could.

"Krushka..." Kosta breathed like a prayer when he got to hold Tamiko. The prince’s body was hot on a night that was cold and perfect. He had a fever, and he was bleeding from his nose, too.

Kosta channeled his magic to heal his Erasthai.

He channeled his power into Tamiko, but there was no change.

His Erasthai, whose head was now on his lap, seed to be fluttering between consciousness and unconsciousness. And Kosta, for the life of him, was at a loss for words.

He was too shocked.

Too stunned at the sight, and too frozen to say a word more.

"Baby, you look pale," Tamiko voiced worriedly, and Kosta felt a tear drop down his cheeks.

His Erasthai was in so much pain and weirdly unresponsive, and the only thing Tamiko cared about wasn’t his own pain but the way his Erasthai was pale. That was not what Kosta wanted, even as Tamiko raised a flailing hand to wipe away Kosta’s tears.

"Don’t cry for , princess," Tamiko whispered, if there was nothing else he cared about more than Kosta’s emotional well-being. He needed his Kosta to be alright regardless of how hard his spin was hitting him.

"You—" Kosta began, but Tamiko interrupted him by kissing the back of Kosta’s hand that he managed to raise close to his face.

Everything was blurry for Tamiko.

His headache made him feel like his head was being forced into a hundred tiny pieces, and there was no pain relief or dicine. He was sure he was going to go nuts to relax if this was not sorted.

But what the fuck was his pain in front of his Erasthai?

"I love you... Please... Please don’t cry, baby... You’re breaking my heart," Tamiko said weakly, his pain evident and his sorrow growing for the tears on Igor Konstantin’s face.

It was sothing that no one had expected, and judging by the way Danny was staring, this was a whole new experience for him, too, despite having been Tamiko’s best friend for years.

Danny stared at his best as if the man had finally crossed the threshold for going nuts. Surely there had to be a few screws too loose in Tamiko’s head because the man was busy worrying about the Lycan chief when he was in so much pain.

Was Tamiko getting delirious already?

What the fuck??

"Don’t... Don’t leave , please," Kosta begged as he held Tamiko closer, desperate to never let him go. He didn’t know how to live in a world without Tamiko, and the thought itself repulsed him to the core.

If he lost Tamiko, Kosta would follow him to the afterlife; it wasn’t even an assumption at this point. He had spent the past years desperate to get him back, and if he lost him after all those tries, his life wouldn’t be worth anything.

That was the one thing that horrified Kosta, because his life was slowly losing aning in the most unpleasant of ways. And there wasn’t even much that he could lean on at the mont.

"I just drank too. Much... You’ll see it’s nothing that a good night’s sleep won’t fix. Papa will tell you the sa... even Yilena," Tamiko reassured, lying through his teeth.

He knew that what was affecting him had sohow managed to breach all the defenses his father put out, and the King protected his son with everything. There was nothing that the King left untouched when it could keep Tamiko safe.

And that left just one elephant in the room, one that Tamiko was too scared to lean into. He couldn’t, because he couldn’t even finish the mission he had gone through.

Grealor was still standing, and Tamiko was weakening by the second.

"It’s working faster than I thought," Yilena said calmly, her voice almost detached from the reality of what was happening.

Anyone would think that she was addressing a subject that was so common, yet it was not daily that the crown prince of Kawai was so damn weak he couldn’t even lift his head to see anything.

Hell, Tamiko’s eyes had gotten heavy, and he could feel the panic in Kosta’s chest. This wasn’t what he had wanted for Kosta, and yet no one had prepared him for the possibility that this was the hell he was going to be forced into, too.

Tamiko was tired of regrets.

Of crying foul.

Of blaming the ultimatum for what was happening to him.

He just wanted to sleep and remain by Kosta’s side. That was all that he needed, however difficult it seed at the mont.

"What the fuck do you an by ’faster than you thought’?" the mad king bellowed as he looked at his sister, who was feeling Tamiko’s wrist for a pulse. It seed so simple, yet it was the kind of shit that carried so much weight.

Everything in this mont was suffocating to say the least, and the Lycans around them were not feeling pretty good about this. Everyone was worried sick for the prince and Kosta...

Gods, he was still trying to wrap his head around what was here before them.

"Nana... he was fine earlier. You saw it too. He was fine. What happened?" Kosta pleaded as he looked at his guardian. He had so much hope that Yilena could give them the answers they were seeking that this was just another dream they were trapped in.

Kosta wished it were so, but the way everything had transpired had reminded him of what he had to deal with.

The potential occurrences and outcos that the barbarian didn’t want to lean into. It hurt to even think of anything at the mont, and honestly, he couldn’t even be faulted for that.

None of this was making sense.

"You need to leave, Konstantin," Yilena spoke like she was addressing a subject, not her kid, the one she had spent ages keeping safe and looking out for always.

Kosta paled at Yilena’s cold voice.

He had never heard her talk to him like that. Her voice lacked the warmth it always held, even after so many years, and honestly, that was the chilling part of all this.

The fact that life was changing pretty fast, and they didn’t have much to lean into or even hold onto. The way that Yilena had decreed to Kosta made the Lycan Chief’s heart shatter even worse than it already was.