Chapter 35

FLINT.

The moment he asked about this, my heart skipped a beat. The Lycan Empire has been the most feared empire for ages.

Even for the centuries before my grandfather became the Alpha. My father was a loyal man to the Lycan king, and he was always paying his respects, and he said something.

He said that he had worked with King Charles’ father, and he is a very strict man, but he was shocked to see that King Charles was stricter.

He is a man with strength and wisdom, and he has conquered several states on his own, and he is not a man to joke with.

But I am sure it is all a baffle that we have heard of! They just want to hype his position and nothing more.

He is nothing but just a man, and I am sure I will be able to handle him in a one-on-one fight.

Is he not as grateful as they think he is? But none of them will believe me! They will think I am crazy, and until I am done, they will never believe me.

“No, I am not going to tell them. They will tag it as impossible, irresponsible, and crazy!” I replied, and he chuckled.

“They are right though! This is the craziest idea of all time. You want to go against the Lycan empire of a lady that you treated badly!” He exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes.

I picked up the bottle of alcohol and drank directly from it without thinking twice about it. The more he points out some obvious things, the more I want to lock him up.

This is not the moment for reality or to be so rational; I just want to rant, and he is meant to support me. Why is he acting like a cockroach today? So annoying! 

“Just face it, Flint! This is not about the lady anymore. This is about your ego! King Charles took the woman you treated badly.” He adds,

“He treats her very well, gives her everything she wants, and even treats her not just like a human but like part of his clan, and you are jealous.” 

I imagined what he just said, and my blood boiled. I should be the one spending time with her. Enjoying things with her, not King Charles.

She is a werewolf, and he is a Lycan, and I am sure his people won't allow him to get involved with a werewolf, so why?

Why will he take Amy away from here? She is mine! 

“You are angry that he finds treasure in what you discarded, anxious to get it back at all costs. That is what is going on here!” He said it, and I yelled at him.

“Shut up!” I yelled, and he chuckled.

“This is my place; if you don't want to hear me speak, you can actually leave!“ He said it, and I realized he was damn serious about everything.

“I need my best friend, not a fucking therapist!” I said and relaxed my back, and he did the same.

“Okay fine, I won’t do anything about it!’ I assured him, knowing fully well that my words are far from my thoughts and my decision.

I want her; I will get her. This is my battle to fight, not his. I will do everything the way I deem fit; he doesn't have to know.

I thought I would let him have Kiara if he supported me, but I will have Kiara as my wife, and I will make sure I get my woman back from that Lycan empire! I will make her come back, and she will be my mistress! 

She will only serve me and nobody else! 

That's the plan!

“And also, never again should you mention the rubbish you mentioned earlier!” He said, and we looked at each other.

What do you mean?” I asked, and he sighed.

“You should never say crap like ‘I love your wife. She is a fine woman who caught the eyes of many of us when she was a spinster, but she is a married woman now.

A claimed wolf of another man. She is not a possession, so don't ever accuse me of coming towards your woman!” He said, and I sighed.

“I am sorry; it was the thought of you probably loving my woman and wanting to have her. I have Amy, but thanks!” I spoke without looking at him.

“You are truly the best friend that any man would be willing to have in their life. You respect our friendship and get your hands off my woman. I am so happy you do!” I said, and he chuckled.

“This best friend almost punched a hole in your head today for taking crap, and don't you ever make that crazy mistake!” He said, and I smiled.

“Thoughts can be crazy sometimes, but I am sure my best friend would never be!” I replied, and we laughed.

“What is the current situation with the soldiers’ response?” He asked, and I sighed.

“Well, what can I say? Every year, the interest of those who join the army is very little, and so their turnout every year keeps reducing, and we are trying to answer the cry of the people, but how?” I replied.

“I am sure you are a brilliant person, and you will always find a way around things!” He replied.

I stood up immediately and staggered a few times before balancing. I had been drinking all along, and I have failed to realize that I have taken so much for the day.

“You will need a room!” He said as he stood up and held me.

“I am fine!” I said so, but he chuckled and insisted! He called two ladies to help me get to the room I usually use in his bar. 

“Thanks, homie!” I said, and I was being helped away, and he gave a broad smile.

“I just hope you wake up tomorrow and forget it all.” Those were the last words I heard before everything turned dark.

What should I forget??