The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 221: Chapter 221

While Yvonne was all tensed to give Valoreth the baby to check, a knock sounded and a guard stepped in. Urgency in his voice.
“My Lord. The warriors sent to the Dragon realm have returned.”
Valoreth's ears perked with interest while Yvonne secretly let out a breath of relief, drawing her baby close.
Without wasting a moment, Lord Valoreth left the room to meet the soldiers. His steps urgent as he made his way through corridors. He swung the door open.
He expected to see Rodaric but instead met an old werewolf warrior waiting. Damaris also appeared, seeming to have rushed over as well.
“Where is your commander? And why the hell did it take you guys so long?” Valoreth asked, stepping forward.
“I’m sorry, your highness. They turned out to be stronger than we expected. Their goddess still has a trace of her power, even though she was frail and quite drained. We lost our commander and more than seven thousand men before we could wipe them all out,” the male Lycan warrior replied while Valoreth’s jaw slackened.
They lost that many against a dying realm? His fist clenched, struggling to contain the new. But, that wasn't the main point.
“You did wipe them all out, right?” Damaris asked.
“Yes, my Lord,” the Lycan replied.
“Then where are their heads? The devil-sisters?”
“Arianna was already dead; the ouroboros took her body. We dug her grave and brought her skull instead. It's hung on a spike… we'll show you, my Lord,” the Lycan said.
Valoreth squinted, staring at them with a slight of uncertainty. But he was too busy dealing with a lot of things right now so he simply going to take the news.
Arianna and Lylah are dead.
He followed the soliders to where the spikes are.
Indeed, two sisters’ heads were hung on spikes: one skull and the other resembling Lylah’s. Valoreth’s lips twitched with excitement. His eyes lit.
Then he glanced at the soldiers. “What about their goddess' head?”
“She faded after dying,” the Lycan warrior responded smoothly.
Valoreth looked back at the heads. “Two good news. What a lovely day.”
••••••••••••
Meanwhile, after hearing the news from Valoreth, Sahrak had been restless. Of course, he didn't believe those heads belonged to the sisters; it only meant one thing.
She is here.
Toran Venis was right. He might have actually seen her last night. The nickname ‘Devil’ had been what they called her, and she used it to create fear.
The fear Valoreth thought was victory.
A chill ran down his spine. The hair at the back of his neck stood in alert.
He glanced back, but saw nothing. He swallowed hard with a trembling breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He could feel the energy.
As he turned his head leave, a hand snaked around his neck. Cold silver eyes met his, and the next moment, he wasn't in a corridor but shove into an empty room, slammed against the wall with a crazy force. Pain struck him.
“Hello, one of the keys to the misery. It's nice to finally meet you, Sahrak.”
She threw him like a rag doll, sending him crashing against another wall, his spine cracking against the hard surface.
Sahrak groaned, glancing at her in shock. She could teleport? That meant she'd follow him if he did the same.
She was clad in a shimmering fine silver gown laying just beneath the cloak that bellowed behind her as she walked towards him.
“I had everyone fooled except you. That means you already knew I'm here,” she smiled—not the kind you'd call pretty.
“Don't kill me,” he breathed.
"Oh wrong thing to say. I've dreamt to pulvuris your internal organs the first day I meant you."
Sahrak jaw clenched, hands raised slightly with surrender.
“I’ll… do anything.”
She scoffed. "Anything?"
"The coffin Duncan is locked in. I'll take you to it. I'm the only one who can help you unlock it."
She crouched, staring dead into his eyes, her aura piercing through his bones. “I have a really short temper for bastards like you. The moment you slip just a little, I'll end you in the most brutal way.”
Sahrak nodded fast.
••••••••••
The dungeon was forbidden for anyone to reach; Valoreth had made sure of that. It was secretive, almost forgotten.
Sahrak led Arianna through three gates before finally reaching the destination.
And there it was, the silver coffin, clad in large shackles she had ever seen, locked as though what was inside was the most terrifying thing on earth. Without reaching it, she could feel the energy emitting from those shackles; it was built with magic.
“Open it,” she ordered the mage.
“It has to come with a sacrifice. A caster must sacrifice one among his beloved,” Sahrak scrambled out his words.
Arianna shot him a glare.
"It was done on Lord Valoreth's order to make sure the king's body remains there."
She approached the shackles, her hand reaching to break them, but it burned and shocked her, making her pull back immediately.
Her jaw ticked as she shot the male a look.
"Why can't I hold it?"
"It's bound with an ancient powerful magic. Y...our powers can't break it," his voice went lower when her eyes darkened even more. "Only the sacrifice can."
“I’ll find a way,” he raised his hands in surrender. "I have an idea as well."
Footsteps were heard, making Arianna's eyes blaze with alertness.
“Just give me some time,” Sahrak said, then the gates crackled as the soldiers reached there.
“Lord Valoreth summoned you.”
Sahrak looked back at Arianna. She was gone already, but he knew the business wasn't finished.
“Sure.” He nodded and went out with them.
When the gates shut, Arianna reappeared again, her gaze blank. Her chest tightened as she slowly glanced back at the large coffin…
A long silence.
Why wasn't she feeling a trace of him?
Was it because of the magic?
Was he dead?
Whatever it was…
She was going to break those shackles no matter what…