A Mate For The Last Lycan-Chapter 204: SHE NEEDS TO BE WITH HIM

’Writing to him again? I see... don’t you know man has need and the battlefield is one of the places, where you can find easy woman to sleep with? The night will be so cold and man needs to warm their bed.’

Xaden chuckled viciously, but this time, it was not his voice that was in her head, but she could see him. She could see that man perching on the windowsill, staring at her with his judging eyes, smirking derisively when Zuri wrote a letter for Khaos.

Her hands were trembling, her handwritten looked so ugly. She didn’t know whether it was because of her fear or if it was because of anger, but she wanted to shut him up.

’Oh, please Zuri, don’t pretend as if you don’t see me. You hurt my feeling, you know? I know that you can hear me. I know that you can see me, there is no running away from me and you know that.’ Xaden cooed. ’Oh, poor Zuri. Poor my little mate.’

"I am not your mate!" Zuri threw the quill toward his direction and it hit his chest before it dropped to the floor. But then, the quill might collide against the wall, since there was no way, this hallucination had a solid body on his own. "SHUT UP!"

Her whole body was trembling now. She tried to breath through the tension, her veins were pulsating, as her heart was thumping like a drum against her ears.

’Don’t be mad.’ Xaden looked amused with Zuri’s reaction. ’You are my mate and you know that. I was the first man, who had put mark on your neck. It’s a pity that you got rid of my mark and now got that ugly one from him. But, it’s okay, I forgive you, because I love you.’ Xaden chuckled. He mocked her.

"I don’t need your forgiveness!" Zuri marched toward him, her claws elongated, she was ready to claw him. She wished he had solid body, so she could hurt him. So, she could torture him. So, he could feel a little bit of pain that she had to endure all this time.

’Tell me what do you need from me? Do you miss to be fucked by me? I know Khoas is not that good, right? I know that you missed our moment together. Come. Come to me.’ Xaden opened his arms, he welcomed her when Zuri raised her hand to claw his face.

She cussed him out, as she clawed at him. She was seeing red, she only saw the color of anger and hatred. She heard his voice in her head and she couldn’t stop it. She closed her eyes, but the image of his smile engraved on the back of her mind. She couldn’t escape him.

"Arrghhh!!!" Zuri screamed on the top of her lungs. She felt something touched her leg and she clawed at it too, but then she felt the warm blood on her hand.

She stared at the crimson color and then looked down to see her white wolf whined against her leg, bleeding profusely.

She just clawed Shadow in her rage.

"Oh... no..." Her mind cleared, she heard the last chuckle of Xaden, but after that she had her mind for her own to deal with the aftermath. "No, please..."

Shadow writhed in pain, its fur had covered in blood and blood gushed out from the opened wounds on its stomach.

Zuri immediately crouched down and scooped his body into her arms, as she rushed out of the room and asked the warriors to call for a healer.

They were shocked to see so much blood, they wondered whether the blood came from the white wolf only or Zuri was also hurt.

But, they didn’t have time to figure that out, as they rushed to find the healer.

Caiden and Gayle, who heard about this immediately rushed to look for her in the infirmary room. Zuri looked so pale with blood coated her dress, but they didn’t see any wounds on her, which was a good thing.

"What happened?" Caiden asked.

Gayle followed behind him. "Was there an attack?"

Zuri shook her head. She looked startled. "It’s me..." she whispered.

She was losing her grip on the reality.

She slipped back into insanity.

Everything was a blur for Zuri, but there was only one thing that was crystal clear for her. She needed to go to Khaos. She needed him more than her logic could comprehend... freёwebnoѵel.com

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There was no tomb, there was nothing that could remind Dacre of him. He had no special place for him to mourn him. A grave or anything.

His body was presented in front of the court, as a proof that his death was real, that he wouldn’t move anymore and the rumor was not true.

Dacre felt sick to his stomach even when he remembered that moment. He watched Killian’s body was being displayed for them to see and examine. They touched him recklessly and made a disgusting look, as if they touched shit.

The sight alone made Dacre’s blood boiled, but Leonard was there to remind him that he was supposed to act nonchalant.

Therefore, here he was... walking aimlessly in the garden. He used to walk this path to come to the queen’s palace, to see his queen, to see him.

However, even if he came to the queen palace, he wouldn’t be able to catch a glimpse of him.

"Dacre..."

Dacre snapped his head to the side and found Nycta was standing not too far from him. She looked hesitated to approach him. She was too far to have a comfortable conversation, but she was afraid to get too close to him, since Dacre exuded killing intent.

"Can we talk?" Nycta had gathered her courage. She knew Dacre always came, but he would turn around once he arrived at her palace.

"There is nothing to be talked about." Dacre glanced at her bump. "If something happened to the baby, I am going to kill you myself."