64: 64 The Bond Between Mates

64 The Bond Between Mates

Kral's POV

"Who else dares to challenge my queen?" I exclaimed, consumed by a raging fire that burned away my sanity. Seated upon my high-backed chair, I gritted my teeth and uttered those words with anger.

Familiar crazy coursed through my veins as the image of a black wolf howling invaded my mind. The primal urge to shift surged like a scorching flame, engulfing my heart. Sinister shades of red crawled into my eyes, fueled by a bloodlust that once again boiled within me.

Veins bulged on my arms and neck, and my hands, now shifted into wolf-like claws, involuntarily clenched, eager to rend and destroy.

I craved blood! The red, flowing kind, permeated with the pungent scent!

The figures before me, dressed in white garments, looked upon me with a mix of fear and disdain. They cowered behind sharp spears, yet I could perceive the darkness beneath their fearful facade, tainted by disgust and contempt.

Tear them apart! The desires within me clamored.

Fragments of dark memories surged forth, threatening to engulf my sanity. It was as if I were once again that ignorant and foolish child, hiding in the palace's corner, overhearing the elders I once trusted as they planned my demise under the sunlit sky.

"He will eventually shift into an uncontrollable beast. It's better to let him procreate sooner and let him face his own downfall," Elder William spoke with conviction. "Why not have Catherine marry him? It would strengthen our bonds even further."

"But considering Prince Kral's current state, he is undeniably talented and an exceptional Lycan. Will our plans work?" another elder pondered.

"Hehe, with us elders orchestrating everything, Prince Kral will be completely under our control," a third elder chuckled.

"Kral's father was once the most extraordinary king in history, but what good did it do? He perished in a crazy, leaving behind only a young boy," another elder remarked.

"Prince Kral may not listen to our advice, but we just need to wait for an opportunity," someone added.

"Hahaha, you are right. After all, if we choose to control him, we can't expect him to behave like an obedient lapdog," another voice chimed in.

Their laughter echoed through the palace walls, stabbing at my trembling form like sharp blades.

What kind of sensation was this?

Like being captivated by the exquisite beauty of a rose, only to be suddenly pierced by the thorns on its stem, by the time the sinister intentions beneath the beauty are discovered, blood has already moistened the wound.

In my memory, that child hiding in the shadow behind the door tightly clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and for the first time, he understood the elders' true intentions during daylight.

Hatred consumed him, crimson threads of blood infiltrated his golden eyes. On that occasion, a white dove was crushed alive in the child's hands, and the sound of its delicate wings and skeletal frame shattering filled the air, while the splattered blood stained the child's tender face. I gazed at the lifeless body of the white dove in my palm and realized for the first time that only the flow of red could appease my anger.

That was my first rebellion, shortly after the death of my parents.

Now, the memories repeat themselves once again. The detestable faces haven't changed much, but my anger is no longer appeased by a small dove.

The desire for slaughter has become greedy.

I crave more.

Alen's POV

After Delia's father was knocked unconscious by a kick from Prince Kral, the hall fell into a dreadful silence. No one had anticipated the sudden outburst from the prince and his frenzy caught everyone off guard.

"Someone come! The curse has once again befallen Prince Kral!"

A scream erupted from the group of elders like a sounding horn, and all the warriors wearing helmets received the signal. Countless spears were swung in unison, their gleaming heads forming a barrier between Prince Kral and the elders.

General August gave command, and with a flick of their hands, the warriors pointed dozens of shining spears to Prince Kral. The spear shafts, forged from steel, intertwined like an inseparable web, trying to trap him in his seat.

The spearheads sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, yet the person sitting on the black chair remained motionless. Prince Kral stood tall, his fierce features exuding an aura of darkness. Beneath his black hair, his golden eyes flickered with a tinge of crimson, resembling a towering death god with icy dominance.

Nowarrior dared to approach Prince Kral. He was seated on the chair, even though it seemed like he was trapped by spears and unable to move.

"Heh, you think you can trap me like this?" Prince Kral's voice sent a shiver down everyone's spine. With lightning-fast action, he swiftly pulled out a steel spear. Muscles bulging in his arm, he forcefully yanked out the spearhead that had been plunged into the backrest of the chair.

The warriors' hands trembled as they barely gripped their long spears. Prince Kral effortlessly wielded the long spear with a single hand. In a mere instant, the steel spearhead in his hand left a trail of sparks amidst the other long spears.

The warriors' trembling spears were ultimately cleaved in half by Prince Kral, who carved his way out of the spears that surrounded him, creating an opening.

That wasn't the usual Kral; he resembled a ferocious wolf, eager to tear others apart. His muscles, concealed beneath the sleek black fabric, gradually became more pronounced, and his hands and feet displayed signs of shift.

"Wooo~!"

After breaking free from the encirclement, Kral let out a deafening howl, unleashing powerful sound waves that caused the warriors' helmets to crack.

"Ah!~"

The warrior at the forefront was impaled by Kral's spear, his brief cry engulfed by the blood spewing from his mouth. Kral coldly lifted the warrior's body, and the blood from the wound trickled down the spear, leaving crimson stains on the ground.

"Hahaha!"

He grinned in a menacing manner, revealing his white teeth. Clad in black garments like a demon from hell, his predatory gaze fixated on the trembling white-robed elders.

"Bang!" Kral casually tossed the warrior into the air like a piece of meat. The warrior descended and crashed heavily in front of the elders, his armor landing with a resounding thud.

"Alen! What are you still doing there?! Took the arrows!"

Elder William shouted at me loudly from the crowd. Many elders had turned pale, barely able to stand under Kral's bloodthirsty gaze.

Something was off. I stood at the side, observing Kral closely. With one hand wielding a long spear, he effortlessly fended off the besieging warriors in the grand hall, but he frequently held his forehead as if enduring some unknown pain. This was a new development during his frenzy, unlike anything we had seen before.

"Delia!" Vivian's scream echoed behind me.

It was disastrous. The sudden turn of events frightened Delia, who had shifted into a white wolf. She stood bewildered, her head tilted in confusion, staring at the enraged figure. Under her mate's guidance, she slowly approached Kral.

My heart tightened, realizing the danger.

I quickly pulled Vivian, who still had a dazed look, and firmly held her hands. With a serious expression, I warned her,

"Vivian, we cannot let Delia get close to Kral. Prince Kral is no longer in control of himself, and he may harm Delia."

"Alen!"

The elders' command had reached me for the second time. I had no choice but to swiftly prepare an arrow, infused with a calming elixir, and amidst the warriors, I aimed and struck it on Kral's shoulder.

"Ugh!"

The potion on the arrow swiftly entered Kral's body, causing him to freeze momentarily. With a clang, his grasp on the spear loosened, and it fell to the ground. Soon after, he seemed unable to bear his weight, his knees giving way,his head lowered, and he knelt on the ground.

Delia's white wolf seemed perplexed, unaware of what had just happened. She couldn't comprehend why the man who had stood before her had suddenly collapsed. Perhaps the unique bond between mates made her sense the precarious situation Kral was in. Instead of retreating, she sprinted towards the man whom the others avoided.

Seizing the moment, Vivian swiftly embraced Delia from behind and softly murmured near the white wolf's ear.

"Delia, let's go. Kral has gone mad. We need to leave."

"Wo~~~"

Just as the white wolf was about to be carried away, it suddenly let out a sky-piercing howl. Its fur fluttered without a breeze as it broke free from Vivian's embrace.

Stepping on the bloodstained ground, her pure fur now tainted. She returned to Kral, who knelt on the ground. In the eyes of the elders, that white wolf affectionately nudged Kral's bowed head with her head.

She extended her tongue to lick the bloodstains from Kral's face, her white form closely wrapped around him, peacefully curling up beside him. Her crystalline eyes were filled with devotion.

Delicate transparent golden lilies floated gracefully, landing on Kral's dark hair before vanishing into his air. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a soft, ethereal glow over them, enveloping them in a veil of nostalgic hues. 0

In the form of a white wolf, Delia nestled against Kral, her pure fur shimmering with iridescent flecks. Bathed in the sunlight, she appeared like a celestial being, descended from the heavens.

Unconcerned by the stains of blood on her body, she laid herself in the arms of Kral, as if resting on a bed with a lover, yet the scars and dust only enhanced her beauty, making her even more treasured.

"What is she doing?" Elder Auguste inquired with a solemn tone.

"After Kral's frenzy, he needs rest. Take Delia away," the elder commanded, and someone stepped forward to carry out the order.

However, before the warrior could approach, Kral, who was lying on the ground, suddenly lifted his head. Under his jet-black brows, his eyes took on an eerie sight.

"Who... dares... touch... her?" Kral spoke each word with chilling determination, his eyes gleaming with an intense light.

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