My Second Chance Mate Is My Nemesis의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

TWO HOURS and some minutes later, they had all settled down and Amaren continued with the rest of her story. "Six months later, and I still wasn't with child." She sighed. "I was exhausted. Mentally. Even more so, physically." They could see her eyes become glossy. They could see how much she struggled to stay tough and say all she had to say. "Hashemii..." She continued. "There were days he'd come to see me and try to have... conversations which were aimed at being a lot more... sympathetic..?" She scoffed. "He'd tell me how he only had a dream of restoring the balance amongst the seven kingdoms. The natural hierarchical structure. Having DragonBorns as the top race on the power chain of tyranny." "He promised me a lot of things if I could get pregnant with 'the' child. At first, I thought he was being manipulative, trying to make me his willing captive and birth my child, just to watch him slaughter it. But with time, I realized he wasn't being manipulative. He wasn't w

DRAEKON AND VAELORA looked at each other after Amaren was done explaining the peculiarity of her bond with the DragonBorn prince. "Well..." Draekon managed a light shrug. "He was just a child, innocent and kind. He is certainly not the same Merakkai presently." Amaren looked at Draekon, unable to suppress that protective instinct that sprang within her at the mention of that little boy. "Is..." She paused. "He can't be that bad." She muttered, hopeful. "I know this would break your heart, Amaren, but the DragonBorns are vile." Alpha Noir said. "All of them." Noir's jaw locked, as though he was thinking of something else. He actually was. A secret he had kept for years, thinking it was his way of protecting Draekon. But he didn't realize he had also failed his poor wife by doing so. "Let's not deviate. Please continue." He gestured to Amaren, who looked unsure. "Where do I continue from?" She asked rhetorically. "The portal transported you to Vexley Keep." Za

KHOL'AN AND REBEKAH had arrived Blood Crescent province in the late hours of the previous night. Luna Marion had slipped into protective mother hen mode the moment Khol'an was assisted down the carriage. "Khol'an!" She rushed out, heading toward her tired son. "How are you?" She asked, lifting his chin and inspecting every angle of his face. "I'm fine, mother." He released an inaudible groan. "It's Rebekah who was severely injured." "Not 'severely', Khol'an." Rebekah shook her head at him, smiling at how doting the man could be. "Hmm." Was all Luna Marion could manage, looking at Rebekah with subtle displeasure and equal disbelief. She didn't think in her wildest imaginations, that Rebekah was going to make it back alive. Days ago, when Khol'an had sent word to Blood Crescent about the attack and how they had managed to survive, Marion was furious... And anxious. She wondered if they had found out anything linking her to the crime. But luckily for her, she had a couple

'WHO IS SHE'? Those words resounded in Rebekah's head over and over again, as her breathing turned ragged. Her throat felt tighter as she looked at the man who had gradually began to make her... feel things. Heart warming things. He looked at her like some random woman whom he could care less about. Her lips quivered badly now, her hands shaking as well. Hot tears clogged her eyes and she didn't know what to do next. She thought of turning and exiting the room, but her legs couldn't move. Khol'an's face got even more blurry as more tears brimmed. Rebekah wanted to scream, but she couldn't make out any words. Her body felt both hot and cold. Heavy and light. How could he not remember her?!! How could he not feel her... feel their bond?!! Khol'an on the other hand, felt his heart beat accelerate when he saw the tears in her eyes, and realized he may have played a very expensive joke. "Goddess, I'm so sorry." He chuckled lightly. "Rebekah." It took a moment for Re

NOT LONG after Devon and his mother left, different visitors made their way into the shrine. The sorceress stared at the father and daughter, a subtle smile on her face. "He brings the devout daughter with him tonight," she commented. Mylah looked around the shrine, unable to suppress the urge to wrinkle her nose. The stench within the hut was terrible! "Indeed, she is the devout one," Hashemii agreed, slightly frowning at the thought of his son and other daughter. Merakkai and Nysera. For years, he had done everything within his ability to take back the power of DragonBorns and dominate once more. But he was unable to achieve that before his reign ended. Now he realized his son, Merakkai, hadn't inherited a single tyrannical gene from him. It became clearer as each day passed, that all Merakkai wanted was to give the DragonBorns back their power of flame and restore peace, not minding if the halfbred wolf ruled in his place!! Hashemii would die before that would