24: 24 Don't Cry

24 Don't Cry

The blood spurted all over the floor, and Bernice let out a cry of pain. Her feet were still bound, and she could only cover the wound with her last hand, curled up and squirmed on the ground. 2

Alen nervously went up to check on me and Kral, "Your Highness? Delia?"

My whole being was in the arms of Kral. Kral's powerful arms held me tight, my head resting on his broad chest, his warm breath filling my breath. I slowly broke away from his embrace. It was so dangerous, but I didn't feel so desperate and scared.

"I'm fine, Alen."

I shook my head, afraid to look at Kral's face.

But when I looked up, I saw Alen's surprised expression. I quickly turned to find Kral with his head down, clutching his arm, and a tiny gap appeared in the perfectly smooth fabric.

"Your Highness... ?" Alen's voice grew alarmed, and I covered my mouth and stared at the purplish-black blood that flowed from the gap.

Kral looked up with difficulty and said to Alen calmly, "That woman put some wolfsbane in her fingers. There are doctors in the palace. Don't make a fuss."

Wolfsbane was an herb that specifically targeted the werewolf system. As long as the werewolf drank it or got it in his wound, the toxin would immediately attack his body. The werewolf would develop a high fever and become weak, and his blood would turn dark purple. If not treated properly, they may even die.

"But..." Alen wanted to say something, but Kral's piercing eyes warned him, and he shut his mouth.

I watched the hair on his forehead get wet with sweat. His cold face was gaunt with weakness, and his body seemed to stand with difficulty. I heard myself cry, "Your Highness, are you really all right?"

Kral gave me a look. I don't know what I was looking at, but it must have been awful, so Kral bit his teeth. "I just poisoned, not to the point of dying, put your tears up!"! This is just a small matter. You will encounter more things when you go back to the palace. Remember, the first rule is don't cry."

He leaned over me, and I heard his heavy, rapid breathing. "Help me back to the carriage, Alen. We must hurry to the palace."

“Yes, Your Highness. What about Bernice?”

Alen went to set up the carriage. He looked back at Bernice, who was still lying on the ground, bleeding profusely. She had fainted from the pain, and a murderous look appeared on her face.

"Put Bud in charge of her. I want to find out who in the royal family gave her the poison."

"Yes, Your Highness," Alen replied, lowering her head.

Kral leaned against me in the soft back of the carriage. His eyes were closed and his black hair was drenched in strands. I brushed the hair from his high nose. His furrowed brows and his pursed pale lips, revealed a rare vulnerability.

"Take care of this for me," Kral said, opening his eyes slowly. I thought I was about to cry, so he raised his fingers awkwardly and rubbed my red eyes. "Don't be afraid. I'm fine."

His tone was so gentle, but his expression was still so serious. Only his golden eyes, like Amber, solidified his inner feelings.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault," I cried, and before I could finish my sentence, my lips were covered by his palm. "I don't want to hear it," he said, staring at me gravely, "Don't worry, just stay with me and go back to the palace."

Alen steered the carriage and sped along. I was looking forward to being back in the royal family for the first time. Although I may face a lot of criticism and pain that I don't want to suffer, I put it all behind me for the sake of Kral.

Bub's pov

By order of His Highness Kral, I left our party alone. Alen told me in mind-link that a woman had attempted to attack the prince, and I was ordered to deal with it personally. On the night before my rendezvous with the prince, I immediately set out with several Lycan warriors.

"This time, whatever you see, whatever you hear, keep your mouth shut. Remember, nothing happened tonight," I shouted as I rode on my galloping horse, scolding the soldiers who had shifted into wolves behind me.

"Roger that, General!" In the distant night came several wolf howls in response.

After a night of running, I finally got to where Alen said. But there was no one there, which was not good. I got off my horse at once, and found the footprints of several horses on the muddy ground.

Damn it! Someone got to her before we did.

A hand soldier, holding a few strands of blond hair, pointed me in one direction. I sniffed the hairs. A very faint fragrance wafted past. I gritted my teeth and looked at the direction indicated by my men. It was really interesting. It was the direction of the palace.

"She's still around. We'll find her right away!" I snapped. My horse was whipped and galloped.

You won't get away with this.

I sneered in my heart. As the greatest Lycan warrior, nothing has ever escaped me. The grassland was scurried by me. Lycan had a keen sense of smell, and my men followed the scent until I heard the sound of hooves in front of me.

The group was on horseback, cloaked in a black hood, their horses galloping, the leader carrying a sack on his back.

"Stop!" I shouted, and their running became distinctly frantic. My whip kept making a loud noise. How are these werewolves gonna beat Lycan? My fighters were closing in on them, howling and howling.

"You won't get away! Give it up, you trash!" My voice floated in the air, and the leader finally couldn't help but turn around, and I realized that they were wearing an entire white mask with their faces covered, leaving only three small holes in their eyes and nostrils.

"Show me your true colors, you hide-and-seek SCUM!"

I jumped off my horse and roared at the man at the front. With a long arm, I pulled the sack from behind the man in black.

My soldiers immediately surrounded the falling objects. The men in black looked back eagerly, but they dared not turn back.

"Are we going after them, general?"

“No, our mission is just to get this woman back. Do It quickly and don't cause any more trouble.”

In the chaos, the sack was ripped open, and the shrinking werewolf finally appeared before me.

She was curled up on the ground, and the grass around her smelled of blood. She did not make a sound. Her feet were tied with twine, and she was wearing a golden gown that was out of place here. The dress was supposed to be a dazzling color, but it was stained with dust and blood and mixed into a filthy reddish brown. Her face was hard to see, and her hair, wet with the morning dew, was scattered about her face. One of her hands was strangely pressed against the other arm, as if she were in a coma from blood loss.

I looked at her clothes and felt a strange sense of familiarity. I felt as if I had seen her before. Holding my breath, I approached the figure lying on the ground, wondering how this small-looking woman could have injured Kral under Alen's guard.

With a quick movement of my fingers, the soldiers behind me knew what I meant, and they surrounded the werewolf on the ground in silence and speed. One of them used his saber to pry the long hair from her face. The she-wolf's face was finally visible.

I narrowed my eyes carefully to see her facial features, and finally remembered who she was.

Bernice.

I once went to the Red Moon Pack with His Royal Highness to meet the future queen. She was the werewolf at the party who mistook herself for the queen. I still remember her haughty appearance in the Crown, but His Highness corrected his choice. She was not His Highness' queen, and I still remember her twisted and broken face after her ambition was shattered.

The soldiers' movements were not gentle. They were used to heavy-handed behavior. The knife was pressed against Bernice's face, and she slowly woke up. When she opened her eyes and saw us, she shouted.

"Who are you? ? Let me go! I am the Queen of His Highness Kral!"

She tried to make a condescending expression, but her embarrassed posture had already exposed her bluff. I sneered and said sarcastically, "I don't remember you being the Queen His Highness chose. Besides," I looked at her severed arm and my eyes became sharp. "How dare you hurt Your Highness."

"Who do I think you are? You are the little guard beside His Highness." Bernice gave me a scornful, unkind look.

"How dare you!" My men exclaimed in anger at Bernice's attitude.

“Well,” I said, not irritated by her, “If you tell us who gave you that Wolfsbane, I'll let you go right now.” I looked at her seriously.

"Let me go? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ridiculous!" Bernice burst out laughing, her voice was hoarse and harsh, and she stared at me with her muddy eyes. "If the prince fails me, I will let him die with me! I will not let Delia, the b.itch who doesn't have a wolf, become the Queen!"

There was a moment of silence in the air. The news that His Highness' life was in danger and that Delia would not shift into a wolf caused my men to look at each other. My heart tightened. I immediately picked up the spare twine and stuffed it into her mouth so that she could not make a sound.

"Lunatic! Take her away." I gritted my teeth and shot a warning look at my men, who did not dare to look at me.

"Go!" I ordered.

I stopped looking at her and let the soldiers tie her up and put her on the horse. His Highness wants to interrogate her as soon as possible, and I will bring her back to the 'Proper Place' as soon as possible.

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