NOVEL NEXT Chapter 334: Reality
[Black Wolf tribe]
"You did not find them?" A chilling voice rang inside the Black Wolf tribe. The royal guards, who were once proud of what they did by serving the royal family and defending their tribe, now stood in shame as a Beastman of another tribe berated them. The one in front of them was not their king, not their tribesmen, nor a confidant, and yet he had the highest position in their tribe at the moment.
Gregory felt like he was going insane. His rage knew no bounds and bloodlust burned inside him. From the moment Iria disappeared, he was nothing more than a walking corpse. He couldn't even attack her daughter to blackmail his love to return to him. There was not enough energy left in him when he didn't even know where Iria was hiding. How could he threaten her when she was nowhere to be found? She was very right in her judgment about him. Just like she had calculated, he crumbled the moment she left making it impossible for him to attack her daughter.
However, after a few months of his desperate searching, Gregory's heart turned frigid. He did not care anymore. If Iria wouldn't stay with him out of love then he would make sure she does so out of fear. He hated to admit this, but for the first time, a little bit of hatred started to grow on Iria inside him. And he was sure that this hatred would burn her, him, and this whole world. Why was she so adamant about not accepting his love? He had done everything for her. Unlike that Theodore, Gregory loved her with his own life.
"Iria.....my Iria" He chanted her name as though she would appear before him if he did so. She would never understand his love, would she? Coming to this conclusion was not easy; his heart screamed at him not to think such things. The idea of Iria not loving him ever in his life made him physically sick. That pain made him angrier and his hatred grew. Was it possible to love and hate someone at the same time? Because that was what he was experiencing right now.
"Fine," He stated, "Till now, you have seen my love, Iria. From now on, you will see my hatred; I just hope it doesn't hurt you too much, darling." The last bit was said to soothe his own conscience cause he was not going to show any mercy from now on. He would force Iria to return to him.
"Are our spies still inside the Lion tribe?" He asked the guards.
"Yes, my lord"
Gregory smirked, "Send them the message. I want them to stay ready to receive my orders"
The guards bowed in agreement. Even if they didn't want to obey, it was not their choice anymore. To keep their tribe and females safe from these tyrants they had to be amicable. The presence of Stray beasts inside their home was already a headache; they didn't want to add to it by making them act. This truce would last until they kept their promise about keeping the peace and their females safe. If at all they broke it, the guards covertly glared at Gregory's retreating figure; they would end him and their traitor princess without a second thought.
But their resolve turned damp when they saw an immortal beastmen lurking around their tribe. Lord Prescott was also an uninvited guest in their home, and his presence was the one that really made it impossible for them to rebel against Princess Elena. They could somehow regroup or ask help from the outside and get rid of Strays but this was not the same for an immortal beastman. He could destroy their tribe in one swipe if he so wished. For now, the best they could do was swallow their pride until the right time. That was when they would show the real might of the Black wolves.
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As there was so much political intrigue going on in the Black Wolf tribe, the one that created such power play was in sheer agony.
Kalena, inside the body of Princess Elena, was in pain like no other. As she was inside a mortal body, it was becoming more and more difficult to contain her presence as days passed. The body was overwhelmed and in agony, while Kalena experienced pain for the first time in her life, which left her exhausted. She had no energy to plan for her revenge for it was becoming difficult to even exist. Angels like her weren't supposed to stay in the mortal world for a long time, or their power would deteriorate.
This was the risk that Kalena was ready to take to exact her revenge but she failed to realize just how much pain she could tolerate. Angels do not hurt; they do not feel hungry or tired. But now, she was feeling all this at the same time and had no real solution to tackle it. All of this because that bastard Adrian refused to let go. If only he shut up and stayed dead, Kalena could have reached her goal of killing his daughter and be done with it.
She would tear Lyra into pieces like she did with Vanadey and, at last, put an end to both her and her mother's vengeance.
"I need to do something" She murmured to herself as she poured in her divine powers into Elena's body. It was a last effort in trying to ease the pain. She had to do this every few hours to feel alright. This method also had its dangers but Kalena couldn't care less about it. It didn't matter what happened to this body after she left. The girl could die for all she cared.
Kalena was selfish. She cared about only herself. Others didn't matter as long as she got everything she wanted. No one else was worth her time, she saw no one other than herself.
This pride of hers made her complacent to the others around her. As she used her powers on herself, Elena's mate Heath stood hiding near the door with his breath hitched. He couldn't believe his eyes. For the last few months, he had seen his mate in pain and wanted to find a cure for her. He searched across the Beast City and brought medicine in hopes of alleviating her pain, but what was he seeing? So all his doubts were true? His mate not acting like herself was not his imagination? Elena, not throwing a tantrum about that damned prince Lucas, not mourning her father's death was true? This was not a misunderstanding on his part? No!.....it couldn't be. This was not Elena. Something bad had happened to his mate and he had to save her.