Erzelus POV A few moments earlier- I feel like shit! So dazed and…hungover? The taste in my mouth is as if something had died in it. My eyes are sticky. I can’t open them. The buzzing sounds in my head are as if fucking ambulance sirens are blaring. My body feels like the train wrecked over it. Oh, fuck. I remember it now. I drank some shit dwarves gave me. What was that fucking drink I snatched from them? Oh fuck, I hope that Malleteagan didn’t take over the control of my body while I was out. I tug on my bond with stupid Malleteagan just to figure out that bastard is shoved down and wrapped up tight and nicely in the depths of our consciousness. Good! I hope he stayed there while I drank that dwarfish gasoline shite until I obliterated myself. The only problem is the events after drinking that shit from dwarves are pretty blurry. That was fucking reckless. To drink to oblivion in the underworld in the midst of the fucking war. Well done, Erzelus, well done. I don’t know should I
Erzelus’ POV I left flabbergasted Omar and Rowena in their tent and went out without a word. Thersar and Kandreah, who were nearby, were the first to come to my sight. “Oh, moon princess, did you get enough of your beauty sleep? Good morning.” Thersar said, smirking. Just great, the fucking headache which is about to split my head in two is growing. “…the bit about the princess- I will not even comment on this Thersar. Just be reminded: I am not Malleteagan. My intelligence is way higher than yours or Malleteagan's, and my tolerance for mockery is very low. If he allowed you to talk like that with him, do not think for a second that I will allow it, too. You have been warned, fairy king. Next time, I will not warn. You will be wiped out. Gone. Capisci? Also, the bit with the greeting is a bit out of place given that it is not morning and especially given our shitty surroundings in this hell hole. So, wrong person, time and space to take the piss.” I said, pointing at the
Omar's POV-back to the moment when Erzelus left the tent- I am looking at Alpha’s retreating frame in shock. What a hell!? What does this mean?!Just when I think that I understand him, he does something that completely knocks me off my balance and makes me realise that I don’t know a shit about him. My gaze wandered off from the flailing flap of the tent towards my mate's hand. She silently gazed at me with tears that kept rolling off her eyes. She cupped my face. Her soft and soothing touch was reassuring, but it also awoke desire and hunger. I got up in a sitting position and looked at her mesmerising face. I dared to touch her. Her tears made her look so beautiful, but seeing her crying made me want to crush the world and put it beneath her feet just to make her smile. I brushed the teary jewels of her eyes with my thumbs and pressed my forehead against hers. Her skin was so soft and tender, her scent sending my lust into overdrive. I couldn’t resist the temptation anymore, a
Rowena’s POV“I want to speak to your human. Please bring him back,” I said to the big hairy wolf that laid on me. He scratched his neck and huffed. In the next moment, he started to shift back to his human form. Oh fuck, I didn’t count that he will be naked when he shifts back to his human. I felt every tout muscle of his robust body pressing against mine. Oh, fuck, what now? I haven’t thought this through well. I see that shifting to Lycan actually helped his healing process, as many of his wounds that were covered by dressings before were now almost healed. His bruising faded even more just because of these few seconds he spent in his Lycan form. Well, it is true what they say about Lycan healing, then. It is way faster than human healing. Very impressive. It looks like all he needed was Alpha’s command to regain his consciousness and to shift back to his Lycan form to heal faster. However, I had no time to dwell on the magic and mystery of Lycan’s healing. My mate was lying on to
Kandreah’s POV “Well, Erzelus, it sounds like you need a new Beta. Or change of the laws for your kind.” I said with a smirk as we went out of our tent after our meeting, just to hear his Beta growling while fucking his little witch-mate in the tent nearby. I was taking a mick with our favourite Lycan king. Just to see if he is as short-tempered as his human counterpart. I mean, he is a wolf and crap, so he surely is ill-tempered. What I don’t know is whether the mating between the witch and wolf would push his buttons the same way as it pushed Malleteagan’s. Not to mention that we are talking about Wengarthrian witch in here. “I would better watch my own soldiers if I were you, Kandreah. I will worry for wolves. You worry for faes and make sure they don’t lose their junk on the way to battle.” Erzelus said just as Marleeken went out of one of the other tents. Tyler ran after her. She turned around, slapped and then kneed the poor bloke in the groin. Ouch! I made a grimace, empathis
Erzelus’s POV We were finally getting close to the peak of Macabantrah mountain after we spent the last several days hiking and circling through the web of its narrow inlets, ravines and chasms, which heaped into an enormous chain of rocky stalactites. Indeed, Macabantrah is really an entry to the Macabre zone of Wengarthria, as its name says. Massive blocks of basalt black stones were cramping every corner of our surroundings, veins of ember circling through them. Basalt stones were encrusted with clusters of onyx pebbles that shone ominously, each pebble looking like it held harrowing secrets. Tattered, barren willows were creating sinister alleys which hung and flailed from each stone above us, clogging already narrow passages. Their branches with dried leaves were always on our way, hurdling our challenging rise up the Macabantrah slope. However, when looking more carefully, you could see that each dried leaf on those branches had a little onyx pebble smeared with a subtle ruby g
Erzelus’s POV“Ok, bat boy, let us try it that way then,” I sighed before I allowed my nails to morph into claws. I cut each palm of my hand with my talons, and my ichor started to trickle from my hands. I am not sure how long will I bleed, though, given that Lycans have fast-healing ability, not to mention the speed with which we celestials heal. Kandreah turned away, and I saw that he was looking at his warriors, probably compelling them to resist my blood. I pressed the bloodied palm of my left hand on the handprint engraving on the left side of the iron-wrought doors. As my ichor dripped into the handprint, a heartbeat could be heard, ringing from the doors, mixed with swooshing and sizzling sounds, followed by the dust of black smoke. As it filled the engraving, I felt my energy receding, and agonising pain wracked through every pore of my body. The same thing happened when I pressed my right hand on the handprint engraving on the right-hand side and at the moment when my blood
Erzelus POV I woke up feeling fucking groggy and sick. I hope dwarves haven’t tricked me again to drink that shitty Darhana again—little plonkers. I cannot peel my eyes open. My eyelids feel like they weigh a ton. A phantom sting of injection with some sedative which is still evaporating from my veins burns almost as sticking your wick in a flap of a bitch with claps. And sadly, I know how much that burns because fucking Malleteagan was always a man whore, so he had his fair share of a variety of slags on his dick. The guy was clearly unfazed by what he fucks, as long he emptied his sack somewhere; he was like a little pig: he’d take whatever swill you put in front of him, well, at least when it came to choice of women. And to say that this was also something that annoyed me to my wits end for centuries is an understatement. But he would again take over the control over our body and would shag everything that comes under his balls, and I had no say in that. He knew he would heal imm