"A carriage has been waiting for you. It will take you to Wolfdale kingdom," Dacre said, his expression was so cold, as if he was only a body without a soul or emotion. "Everything has been prepared. You only need to go."
Nycta leaned against the bedrest. She just regained her consciousness less than an hour ago, someone told her about the death of her baby and the first thing that Dacre said to her was for her to leave the kingdom.
She was exhausted, she was in pain, she didn’t know how to process her emotions and what the appropriate way to respond to this.
She could only stare at him.
"Are you... sending me away?" Nycta asked in the tiniest voice she could muster. She blinked her eyes, thinking she might daydream this conversation. "Are you sending me away because I lost the baby?"
There was silence that stretched out between them before Dacre replied with the same callous and impassive tone. "Yes."
There was this urge within Nycta to claw his face, so he would show her a shred of emotion, to let her knew what kind of feeling that he felt right now. It bothered her to see how calm he was.
"You broke the mate bond between us, there is nothing that tied you here."
"Is that what you wanted?" Nycta could feel her heart broke into million pieces again. The pain from the shattered mate bond still lingered in her heart like a tight silver grip.
She was being impulsive when she said the word that broke their bond, probably because of that her baby couldn’t survive, probably because of that she couldn’t deliver a healthy baby, because she intentionally hurt herself, in order to hurt him out of impulsiveness.
"Yes." Dacre nodded. "I want you to leave." And after saying that, he turned around and left the room.
This time, Nycta didn’t cry, she had no more energy, neither she had tears to spare. She was too tired. Exhausted. She wished, she didn’t need to wake up to face the reality. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
Meanwhile, as her world shattered, the world out there was not different. The lycan and his people managed to corner the remaining power of Dacre. Victory for the lycan was only a matter of fact.
However, the night before the last battle, one of the guard informed Khaos that Rose and Logan were there to negotiate.
"No," Zuri said sullenly. They had been fooling around and they were about to do the deed when the guard interrupted them. "No. Tell them to leave." Zuri kissed his lips harder this time and Khaos chuckled.
"Reign your lust," Khaos said, nibling on her lip in response. Despite what he said, he didn’t make any effort to leave, neither he heeded the guard’s report.
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