Chapter 53
POV: Queen Tamara
She woke up with her entire body sore making her realize that what happened last night wasn’t a part of her dreams. She blushed as she covered herself with sheets. Being in the Hades’ arms felt surreal and contented. She undeniably felt safe.
And what happened to them was…
Tamara bit her lower lip as she felt like she could still feel him inside her.
She let out a smile of satisfaction when the bathroom door suddenly opened. She slightly flinched as she was dragged back to reality.
Tamara stared at Hades’ pitch-black intense eyes which were turning a dark shade of gray now. He walked slowly towards her with only his towel wrapped around his waist.
She gulped in anticipation although her entire body was still aching all over her.
His muscular body was waving at her teasing her… seducing her.
She swallowed hard as she tried to evade her half-naked body, but she just couldn’t. It was as if her eyes were totally glued to him.
Hades let out a devilish smirk at her reaction.
“Believe me, if you’re going to continue staring at me like that, I won’t promise that I will make you rest. I know you’re sore, Tamara.” He bluntly stated making her entire face profusely turn bright red.
“I-I am not!” She pouted like a kid as she looked away.
But Hades moved in front of her and held her chin up for her to face him. Her breathing was heavy and uneven with their faces just inches away. Tamara felt dizzy and lost as she smelled his woody and minty scent. His aromatic smell was attacking her nose too much that she gasped to let herself breathe normally.
Hades rolled his tongue to his lips wetting it.
“Just take a rest right now. You can ask for the omegas for your breakfast. I need to do some important things. But I will do it fast. We need to talk about something.” Hades seriously said before kissing her forehead and she instantly closed her eyes feeling the warmth of his kiss.
Tamara couldn’t believe what had just happened. She was stunned even when Hades was already done wearing his usual clothes and bid her goodbye.
She felt like she was rooted in bed, and she didn’t know how to react to his sweetness. Well, that was already sweet for her for Hades was a well-known cruel King. And his actions were just too surprising.
Tamara slightly shook her head as a smile escaped her lips.
She didn’t know what was happening between them right now, but he told her that they would talk later. Then, maybe, she could ask him?
But how?
Should she have asked him if he loved her now?
Or was it just pure attraction?
Or was it because she was the sacred emissary and that she won the competition?
Tamara felt a tinge of pain as the last reason lingered in her thoughts.
“Oh, just get the grip of yourself, Tamara, and stop overthinking. Just cross the bridge when you get there.” She sadly monologued.
She stayed for a couple of minutes more until she had decided to take a bath finally soothing herself from all of her doubts and what-ifs.
She felt soreness and pain in between her legs good thing it was tolerable though.
It really wasn’t a dream at all, and it was making her hot once again.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake, Tamara, you’re too insatiable now, huh?” She murmured under her breath castigating herself.
After taking a cold shower, she walked in the hallway that led to the dining area. She was truly starving now, and she needed to feed her wild dragons.
She didn’t want to follow Hades’ suggestion to stay in their bedroom because she was planning to visit her parents later. They still needed to talk a lot about her and her childhood. She wanted to catch up with the things that she missed for all those years. She wanted to know more about herself, about their family.
And she wanted to know who the ones were who treated her as their child when she was still young Ameia and Winston. Tamara let out a deep sigh.
She suddenly missed them.
Although they weren’t her real parents, she felt like they were. For she genuinely felt their love and care for her like parents do to their child. She learned a lot from them the very reason why she became what she is now. They were like her real parents, and she wouldn’t contest that.
Tamara let out another deep sigh. But the moment she turned to the hallway towards the dining area she bumped into someone. She almost lost her balance if not for the strong arms that caught her.
She gasped embracing her fall, but the strong ferocity instantly filled her the moment she saw who it was.
She stood up and instantly moved away from him like he had some sort of contagious disease. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as her eyes narrowed down into thin slits.
His deep-set black eyes weren’t soulful and dancing anymore. It was like it lost the jolliness that he used to have. It was like he was still mourning, but she didn’t believe he was. Or if it was the case, she just didn’t care anymore.
All that she thought about was that she was mad no wrathful even at this man.
Tamara was trying to control herself as she wanted to just silently walk away and give him a cold treatment, but he just wouldn’t let her go.
“Going somewhere?” He coldly asked.
He was becoming closer to his brother’s menacing aura now but Hades would be more intimidating if he wanted to.
Tamara shot him with a death glare.
“Oh, I don’t think that you have the nerve to talk to me now, Raven. And if you are just talk to someone else ’cause I lost care of what you wanted to say.” Her voice was reflecting undeniable fury and pure bitterness especially when she called his name, without his title.
Raven just let out a sarcastic smirk.
“Oh, now I believe you really fit to be the Queen.” Raven amusedly commented.
“And I believe that you aren’t fit to be fit to be Shahara’s mate.” She icily told him.
His smile suddenly faded as he stared seriously at her. He clenched his both fists as he sneered at her, but she didn’t even flinch. Her heart was beating crazily because of slight nervousness, but her seething anger was just too much more than her growing anxiety.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He was trying to calm down, but he was truly failing miserably.
Tamara let out a sardonic chuckle.
“Oh, believe me, I know what you did to Shahara. You mark and leave her. And for what?” She mockingly stated making him clench his jaw.
“I did it to protect her.” He couldn’t stop to reason out anymore, but she had become more livid as he said those words.
Tamara could feel her inner wolf getting ready to take over her now.
She grunted at him.
“If that so, then, she might have been with us right now. And if that truly is the reason, you wouldn’t left her hanging and questioning her worth, Raven. You left her and that’s it. You should have explained to her. You must have trusted her. We both know that you broke her. You wounded her. Now, f*ck your protect-what-ever sh*t, Raven.” She coldly said to him, and before she could even walk out, she moved swiftly and gave him a hard punch.
Raven wasn’t anticipating anything, so he wasn’t that ready for her offensive punch. He fell onto the floor and the corner of his lips bled.
“By the way, I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time now. Consider it a dipsh*t welcome from me.” She furiously stated, but she tried to maintain her calm demeanor.
Raven shot her a dagger look, but he didn’t say a word nor get back at her.
Tamara just left him there instead of going to the dining area she proceeded to the huge living room. She was so mad at Raven that she had simply lost her appetite.
She saw Shimuel talking to one of the sentinel wolves, and when he saw her, he instantly walked towards her. He had this hardened expression written all over his face before he respectfully bowed down a bit.
Tamara felt like something had happened.
“What are you doing here, You Grace?” He tried to act innocent, but she knew better.
She could smell panic in his voice, and she didn’t know how she did that.
“Is there anything wrong?” She seriously asked.
Shimuel swallowed hard and looked away which confirmed her doubts.
“What happened?” She pressingly asked.
“Uh, n-nothing, Your Grace.” His voice was low as it croaked a bit.
He, then, looked at her as he was trying to make an unreadable expression. Tamara raised her left brow and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She wouldn’t let him go unless she told him what the heck was happening.
Shimuel swallowed hard.
“I am waiting, Shimuel, so just spill it. I didn’t want to be harsh just for information.” Tamara seriously warned him.
“But it was really nothing, Your Grace. It was-”
“Shimuel!” Dillion’s voice interjected with their conversation.
But when, Dillion took a glance at her, he instantly saw panic in his eyes before he bowed his head a bit for courtesy.
“Uh, g-good day, Y-Your Grace.” He dreadfully greeted her.
“Maybe, you know what is happening. And answer my goddamn question. What the hell is happening?” She threateningly inquired.
Her aura escalated and was turning darker with every second that passed. The two swallowed hard as they took a swift glance at each other, and then at her.
Tamara impatiently cleared her throat.
“I don’t want to repeat myself again.” Her voice sent shivers down their spine now, and they both gulped in pressure.
“Uh, Your Grace, the King just wanted you to stay here.” Shimuel tried to reason out.
Tamara gritted her teeth because she was losing the thread of her patience now.
“Just tell me or I’ll cut your throat this instant.” She perilously warned them as her fingernails elongated, and her canines bared ready to attack anytime now.
“Uh, it’s about the L-Lunar Pack, Your Grace.” Dillion worriedly replied.
“D-Dillion!” Shimuel was shocked as he tried to stop his comrade from telling her more.
Tamara felt her heart pound in pure worry and anxiety.
“What the hell happened?!” She furiously asked with her voice slightly turned into a high pitch.
“The p-pack, Your Grace… T-The Lunar Pack had been i-infiltrated.” Shimuel stammered as he finally told her about it.
And before they could even stop her, she ran rapidly out of the palace and turned into her wolf form.
She was in deep apprehension, and her fear was slowly lingering inside her.
All that was on her mind at that moment was her parents.
No!
She had already lost Shahara.
This time, she wasn’t losing her parents, either.
She wouldn’t want to feel the same pain, she’d been through. She didn’t want to lose someone again. She didn’t want to be left again.