22: 22 Why Aren't You Dead?

22 Why Aren't You Dead?

When I woke up the next day, I was lying in the carriage, covered in Kral's clothes.0

"There's a suit next to you, please put it on yourself." While I was still staring blankly into the carriage, Kral's face appeared out of the carriage window.

"O. . . Okay." I wanted to get up immediately only to find that I was almost naked. Then I had to hide in his clothes again, only showing my eyes, and answered softly. When I changed my clothes, I found that the scratches on my body had been medicated, and the most serious scars on my wrists had been well treated and bandaged.

When I had finished and opened the carriage door, Kral was waiting outside. He looked at me and handed me some roast meat and a glass of milk.

"This is our breakfast. I'm not very hungry. Give me the rest when you're done. Besides, you should drink your milk. "Having said that, Kral looked at me for a few seconds and then he went into the car and started flipping through the books.

I had my breakfast and sat in front of the fire. In my mind, I think back to what happened yesterday. It all felt so incredible.

Nick's twisted face, my shaking hands, and those golden eyes that looked into my eyes. Did I, a wolf-less, an ostracized outcast, actually kill Nick, who was favored by my father?

I looked at my bandaged wrist, and the faint pain was a reminder that it had really happened.

I took a sip of milk, and the faint taste brought my senses back. It was no big deal. I banished the uncomfortable memories, ate some barbecue, picked up the food and headed for the carriage.

"Master?" I handed him the food, waited for him to take it, and went back to the fire to drink more milk.

"Alen has received my message and will join us later with Bernice," Kral said suddenly.

Bernice.

I thought about last night again. Nick is a mastermind and a murderer, but he's not the only one. Bernice had something to do with it.

Nick always thought I was his property. The prince took me, and he thought I was betraying him. So he's been chasing us, uniting vampires to set traps for us. What Clair and his housekeeper say about the 'guest' and the reason the three of us are in a coma is all part of their conspiracy, but what's Bernice's role in all this?

"May I know what happened?"

Kral is still rummaging around in the carriage. I held my face, and my mind was full of questions. I can't help asking the question.

I could feel that Kral and Alen had already sensed and planned something, or they wouldn't have made me swallow something while I was still asleep, keeping me awake.

Kral stopped his hand and glanced at me, his deep eyes squinting under his brow bones, silently examining my face.

I felt a little oppressed under his gaze, but not afraid, and somehow I had lost my respect for the noble prince.

"The more you know, the more dangerous you are. Even so, do you want to know?"

"Maybe it's worth it," I said stubbornly, staring into his eyes.

I don't want to be kept in the dark any more. It really doesn't feel good.

He looked at my determined face, and after a few seconds he gave me a slight smile.

"I did have a vague idea when I saw the trap and Vogue made me realise that vampires might be involved," Kral says, putting down his things and stepping out of the carriage to approach me.

"But there was no reason for vampires to do this against us, so I assumed there were werewolves behind it, so I consulted with Alen and came up with a plan. I admit that you were the bait for the plan. Would you be angry that I didn't tell you?" He stood before me, staring at me.

"Are you going to let me get hurt? Or die? What does my life and safety mean in your plan?"

After asking this question, I squeezed my palm, and I felt the sweat in my palm.

I want to know the answer to this question. He put me in danger, but he acted very angry at seeing me hurt. I don't know what he was thinking. Although we made an agreement a few days ago. He said he would protect me, but I didn't know the extent of that protection.

Kral's sharp eyes suddenly became complicated, his golden eyes stared at me for a long time, "You're too easy to hurt," he said. I never expected you'd get hurt. I told you you'd be my Luna and future queen. I'm a man of my word. You will be treated with all of Luna's respect and safety. I promise that what happened yesterday will never happen again."

With a hoarse voice floating in my ears, my heart missed a beat. I have a feeling of losing control. I suddenly realized that his eyes were so deep that I didn't dare to look into the deepest of them. There was something there that I had never seen before in my life.

The atmosphere became ambiguous, and I flustered down my eyelashes, ignoring Kral's gaze, until the distant sound of hooves broke the silence between us.

"Your Highness!"

Alen's voice could be heard far from the horse. He galloped until he stopped in front of Kral.

"Your Highness! After I received your message, I rushed all the way here. Are you okay?" Alen made a cursory royal salute, then immediately stepped forward and looked worriedly at Kral's entire body.

"I'm fine, don't worry," Kral says, glancing at me as if telling me not to talk. Kral was covered in blood last night. He's fallen into a trap. He must be hurt.

"Delia, are you okay?" Alen was completely convinced of Kral's words. I looked into Alen's soft eyes and silently nodded and smiled, pretending that nothing special had happened last night.

"Delia! ? Why aren't you dead? !"

A high-pitched female voice came from the horse, and I realized that the person on the horse was my sister Bernice. I looked up and saw Bernice's disheveled hair. Her beautiful face was now covered in dust. Although she was still wearing the fancy gold fishtail dress, she was stained with dirt, and she was no longer as radiant as before.

"Nick that piece of trash, he couldn't kill a b.itch like you," the familiar curse voice reminded me of many times in the pack. The stolen pearls, the stripped clothes, the splashed cold water, these images are repeated in front of my eyes. Her eyes were like arrows of hatred. The anger and pain in her heart made my body tremble, and my throat felt like it was stuck. I couldn't speak.

"Who are you calling a b.itch?" Roared Kral behind me. His tone was icy cold.

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