Chapter 10
POV: Tamara Davis
Tamara plopped down and sprawled in her comfy bed her arms spread, and she closed her eyes.
It was a tiring day for her yet she was so happy that she had Shahara patiently mentoring her by her side.
All in all, she had a lot of things to learn, and she was totally enjoying it. She was now discovering a lot about herself which was hidden by her parents.
She heaved a deep sigh remembering her parents. It was still tough for her, but she needed to continue her life and be strong.
Tamara shook her head lightly.
Shahara taught her about shifting into her wolf form today she said that needed to know how to connect her human link to her inner wolf, and so far, she’s doing great.
It just that her entire body was aching but not the same as she first shifted as a wolf.
Tamara felt her cheeks turn pale pink when she remembered her question to Shahara earlier.
***Flashback…
“Now, I remember, how did I turn into my human form when I suddenly shifted into a wolf during the court trial? Did your parents tell you what happened?” Tamara asked while they were taking a break from their training.
Shahara gulped her cucumber and honey juice before looking at her and answering her question.
“Mom told me that the King ordered you to shift back to your human form, and you immediately did. Even I, was so shocked that he did that I mean, he could just leave you there like any other wolf, for he was ruthless and cruel. But…” Shahara lazily stopped and just shrugged her shoulders.
“He was the most powerful yet merciless Alpha King of All Wolf Borne, anyway, and we can’t decipher what is on his mind.” She languidly added, then sipped her juice again.
Tamara’s heart beat speed up than usual by hearing those words.
The King actually helped her?
Does he care? That thought was on her mind making her entire being ecstatic.
Her stomach tickled that her lips wanted to curl upwards, but she refrained herself from doing so.
Then she remembered…
“Oh, my goodness! Did everyone see my nudity?!” Tamara frantically asked with a hint of abrupt shock engulfing her.
Her eyes turned wide open and her mouth ajar also thinking about being nude in her human form her cheeks to her ears turned quite red.
Shahara chuckled for her uncalled embarrassment.
“Don’t worry because they immediately covered you, so I believe no one saw you in your nude state.” Shahara teased her, and her face burned more due to her immense humiliation.
***End of Flashback…
She rolled in her bed because of shame and gently poked her head with her hand.
“God, Tamara! That was so embarrassing, Tamara. Gosh! How would I face him now?” She absentmindedly asked herself as she stopped her rolling spree and faced the blank ceiling instead.
“Well, maybe I will not meet him again. Yes, maybe. Or I will just try to avoid him. Right, right. That is what I should do.” She vaguely continued in her monologue.
She felt saddened at the moment just by thinking he wouldn’t see the King making her heart beats faster than its normal pace.
As if something had forcibly clenched her heart.
“What the hell is happening to me?” Tamara confusedly exclaimed as she placed her palm in front of her chest feeling her raging heart.
Tamara could also feel her inner wolf become restless too, just by thinking about it. She took a deep sigh inhale and exhale, again and again so she could be calm or she might be in her wolf form again.
And she didn’t want that. She should know how to control it at least.
She got up off the bed trying to steer clear of her thoughts and sat when she suddenly glanced at her bedside table. She saw the book that Shahara gave her and asked her to read it.
She instantly went near it and got it while she sat on her bed, leaning on its head rest.
~ Werewolves ~
It was the title of the book and it was quite a heavy and thick hardbound book.
Tamara flipped the book over and scanned it. Almost all of it was already explained by Shahara until a word caught her eye.
~ Lycanthropes ~
It was written making her eyes narrow into thin slits and her brows furrowed in curiosity and she touched it with the tips of her fingers. She intriguingly continued reading it.
~ Lycanthropes, or commonly called Lycans, were the strongest unbeatable and highest form of werewolves. They have the power to shapeshift at their own will and control it at anytime and anywhere they want. ~
~ Lycanthropes look like wolves but are immensely bigger and with deadly claws. Its bared canines were poisonous so that it could kill you slowly or immediately, depending on how deep the bite was. ~
~ Lycans were geniuses and could easily grasp ideas making it hard to kill, not just in terms of strength and power. ~
~ Unfortunately, it is a must that a Lycan should know and have the strength on how to control his inner animalistic being, or else it will engulf his humanity his human form and everything that is making him human will eventually invade him and become Lycan forever. ~
Tamara shivers as she reads those words. She tried to flip to the next page and to next and the next. Unfortunately, that was all that was written in the book about Lycans and nothing more.
Then, she remembered the huge black wolf that she met in the barn causing her to collapse. It was larger than an average wolf was it a…
Tamara shook her head erasing her own horrible thoughts.
Nevertheless, she was more curious about Lycans now. Maybe she would just ask Shahara more about it tomorrow.
She just shrugged it all off and continued reading the book.
***
POV: Arlan
Meanwhile, in the castle. He saw hope through the King’s Regina. At last, she was already in the palace unluckily, he had just discovered it just recently.
Arlan was looking for Shimuel the King’s third in command and found him on the kitchen, eating his heart’s content until he became bloated.
His face grimaced.
He needed Shimuel to do something for him, but he was too stubborn to follow.
“Why don’t you just drop that worthless assumption of yours, Arlan.” Shimuel indolently commented as he ate his creamy ground beef pasta in front of him.
Arlan snarled at him making his canines bared Shimuel’s eyes widened and raised his both hands in the air for an abrupt surrender.
“Hey, just chill, okay?” Shimuel’s brows furrowed as he scratched the back of his head.
“I am still higher than you, Shimuel, so just do what I asked you to do. You must keep an eye on the King’s Regina.” He authoritatively commanded.
“Fine, fine.” Shimuel forcibly whispered with an instant forfeit and pouted while he continued eating his pasta.
Then, Arlan immediately walked out of the room leaving him while lowly blabbering his monologues.
Well, he knew Shimuel, and he was a man of his words. He would certainly do what he just said.
Arlan was so engrossed about the King’s Regina that he believed, they shouldn’t just do marriage arrangements like what those Were Elders’ Council wanted. Well, he wouldn’t be surprised, they were just giving out reasons. As if it was for the preservation of the bloodlines’ purity and a lot of rubbish whatsoever, but he didn’t them believe.
He believed that it was just for their own sake for them to hold great power and authority.
Such a greedy old creature!
Marriage was not just a mere arrangement, but it was a sacred link and bond between the two mates which the moon destined to be together.
It shouldn’t be forced nor to be chosen by them.
He let out a deep sigh as he continued walking down the hallway. He thought this was the perfect time to discuss the assessment for his possible Regina with the King.
It needed to be stopped.
He already had one, for the moon’s sake!
After talking to Shimuel, he didn’t think twice and immediately went to the throne room with that one agenda on his mind.
The guard instantly saw him and announced his presence. After getting approval from the King he could finally enter the room.
“My King.” He paid respect as he bowed his head the moment he stopped a few meters away from the King.
“Why are you here, Arlan?” The King boringly asked he did not even bother to look at him.
Arlan raised his head, and he consciously looked at King Hades, who was raptly looking at the huge glass window with his usual face plainly bored, yet authoritative as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.
Just like the past few days.
Typical King Hades Pierce.
“My King, ab-”
“If it is about your obsession with assuming that she was ‘my Regina,’ just forget about it and move on, Arlan. Just do what I asked you to do and prepare for the upcoming competition for who will be my crowned ‘Regina.'” King Hades butted him before he could even continue what he was about to say.
“But-”
He was about to explain his side when his eyes met that intensifying glare of the King. Arlan swallowed hard.
“So, would I just cut your throat right here, right now, then?” He warningly said as his evil smirk appeared on his lips.
The King’s face radiated with uncalled evilness and ferocity.
Arlan could feel his heart beat stopped a bit, then double its pace. His knees trembled in fear knowing the King, he wouldn’t think twice in killing him this instant and without blinking.
He heard the King chuckle sarcastically as he was satisfied, seeing terror on his subordinates. His inner animalistic being was so excited for him to be covered with blood, but he clenched his fist hard trying to stop it from taking over.
“My King, I am deeply sorry, but you must please li-”
In a split second, King Hades appeared in front of Arlan, holding his neck tightly his humanity slowly being consumed by his inner animal.
His bared canines and claws started to be elongated ready to attack him at once.
“I told you not to talk about your pointless beliefs, Arlan. You have the guts to talk back, huh? Are you really trying to disobey me now?” The King spoke languidly his dark aura surrounding the entire room.
His eyes turned pitch black, and his face turned deadlier with every moment passed.
Arlan was already gasping for air his face turning red but King Hades still pressed his neck more, making his mouth agape and his eyes shot at the back of his head.
Before he could lose him, the heartless King had thrown him on the wall creating a loud banging noise in the room making the hung paintings shake and almost drop on the floor.
Arlan’s weak hands flew to reach his neck trying to calm the stinging effect from the King’s grip. He coughed hard and continuously as if his lungs and throat were about to explode. His whole being was almost shattered down by him in a matter of seconds.
King Hades Pierce was truly merciless and lethal.
“Stop your pathetic assumptions now, Arlan and mind your own business if you want to live a little bit longer. Stop meddling with my decisions and just do what I say. She isn’t a Regina; she is not my Queen.” The vicious King turned around and went back to his golden throne still had the dark aura that surrounded him.
His legs were crossed, and his left elbow rested on the armrest of his chair, then he placed his face on his balled fist. He was looking out the window as if nothing had happened.
“You already know where is the way out.” He coldly told him dismissing him.
Arlan tried to stand up with his wobbling knees getting support from the wall and slowly went out of the room.
He didn’t want to end his life in a matter of seconds not now not in the hands of the King himself.