Semua Bab Two Months: Desired By The Lycan’s King : Bab 201 - Bab 210

203MondrianThe Grand Hall now turned war room buzzed with voices, many confident, some cautious, and a few in between throwing shade at every other word, yet none of them gave me what I truly needed to hear. I stood at the head of the table, surrounded by warriors, advisors, and a few elders who looked like they weren't sure of motion.“I see no reason why we have to fight a battle so beneath us,” An elder muttered, tapping the table with a knotted finger. “Violet pack has given us nothing but trouble from the beginning. I say we send their Alpha back with a few men and be done with it. There's no need to put the lives of our men in danger.”“How can you sit there and say that after all the Process Celene has done for this pack? Never mind her saving our king, what about the ceaseless efforts she'd put into fortifying the kingdom during the sleepless nights.” A female elder growled.“I didn't say we aren't grateful. That's why I suggested we give them a couple of soldiers and let t

205Celene“Get it off me!” I cried jerking awake, my hands reaching for my neck, searching for the metal collar that was no longer there.Confused I pulled away from the Mattrass my eyes searching round me, at the familiar yet unfamiliar room. Where was I?The room draped with red cotton and brown accent was far different from the room, Christoff had left me in a few hours ago, soft light poured from a window that wasn't barricaded, before I could figure out why it looked familiar the door pushed open and Mondrian walked in.Tall, broad, and real, his golden eyes widened slightly at the sight of me, then filled with a hunger, that took my breath away. “You are awake.” He smiled, dropping the tray he held, before covering the distance between us in two long strides, and pulling me into his arms, “I've missed you.”“Mondrian?” I breathed, leaning into his strong arms, his scent calm and soothing as I wondered what was happening. What about the war? Christoff? How did I even get here?

207CeleneThe Seconds turned into minutes, and then hours, with no word from Mondrian and no luck with my collar.The confidence I had gathered, was fizzling faster than boiling water, my heart pounded, my guts clenched, fear was slowly creeping into my heart and looked like it was making a home and yet I kept pushing power into the collar, fingers trembling, jaw clenched. Either due to stubbornness or blind hope I couldn't stop. Christoff's words loomed over my head, like a mass of death, they pushed me and proved me until I became a ball of messy energy.Every time I tried to feel, to use my powers to prove the collar's weakness, a wave of nausea slammed into me, making my head spin and my stomach lurch. I would wait a bit, get my bearings calm my heart, and start again.It was a continuous circle of pain, fear, and nerves, still, I couldn't give up, not when my life, the life of my people Mondrian people was in danger. I couldn't let Christoff win. So I pushed and pushed until my

209MondrianThe buzz of voices steadily rose, elder's voices droned on in the meeting room, each one more useless than the last.“All I'm saying is. We should think twice before doing anything.” An elder insisted, looking everywhere but at me.“What's there to think about? I say we go in now. Christoff is no match for us.” A more portly elder who looked like he had never seen the grounds of war, urges his double chin shook with every breath, “Our warriors are ready.”His words elicited another round of passionate discussion about the dangers of rushing, another round of doubts, and to me, another hour being wasted, talking over meaningless garbage.I didn't have time for this. That much was clear. The deal had been two days. I'd given Alex two days to get the elders on board, two days to prepare the army then we moved, u had no time to wonder about the dangers of rushing nor did I give a damn about traps.My mate was goddess knows where, in danger probably hurt and my patient was wea

211MondrianAlex's acceptance to come along with me has brought me more relief than I thought was possible. He had been my second in command for as long as I could remember. If there was to be a fight I wanted him by my side, not the elders, nor the soldiers. Him.But It seemed his presence couldn't stop the itch within me, a tug just beneath the surface of my skin, tugging to come out but no matter how I prodded it refused to settle.It had started from the moment Celene was found missing and now it was a full-blown maddening itch.At first, I'd tried to ignore it, and for a while it worked, the stress of the job overrode my brain forcing me to think of other things except Celene.But as time passed, especially now that Celene's location had been made aware the itch grew, burning brighter, clawing deeper into my bones, setting my skin on fire, and my brain smoking.All I could think, all I could breathe was her name. The need to be close to her higher than ever.The animal in me wan