Chapter 185

Carlos POV

I stalked the palace grounds in my new wolf form, feeling my strength grow as the moon rose higher in the night sky. I felt strong, and I felt powerful as my newly formed paws slowly marched through my prison. 

It wasn't until I reached the portrait hallway that I actually came across a guard. His eyes widened as he saw me turn the corner and a growl left his lips. 

I didn't care for his warning, I had bigger things on my mind. So without even thinking twice about it, I charged at the lad. He was much younger in years than I was, and much more familiar with his Lycan form, I knew I couldnt give him the chance to shift too. My teeth instantly locked onto the poor fellows neck tearing it to shreds a before he even had the time to react. 

The unfamiliar taste of blood filled my mouth, and the scent of his body was overwhelming to say the least. In fact Everything, Now that I was a Lycan, felt heightened beyond belief, it was a strange feeling knowing that you were in your body, but it all of a sudden possessed a strength that was previously unimaginable. 

I very quickly understood why the lycans had believed themselves to be better than humans, they were, in actuality, stronger than anything else in the wold. 

With this thought process I felt my anger towards their kind increase ten fold. While yes, I will admit that it was true, they were stronger than humans in every way, it infuriated me to think that their kind had held that power over us for so long, although truly thinking about it,  I guess their kind is now my kind. 

I was angry at everything, and with my emotions so heightened, to the point where I didn't know how to regulate myself, I couldn't think of a better outlet for my anger than yo rampage. So I shook my head, seeing the blood of the poor lad flick from my snout onto the wall, before continuing to stalk through the grounds. 

Anytime I would come across a warrior, I would dispose of them quickly, before they could attack me instead. The palace absolutely wreaked of blood. It was almost sickening. I of course, don't think it helped that I was carrying the metallic substance around with me, on my newly grown fur. By the time I got within sight of the entrance to the hospital wing, word must have traveled around. 

Most of the remaining palace warriors, and a guy I knew as my butler was waiting in a defensive line. Barricading me from entering the place where my pathetic mate rested in Labour. 

"Sir Carlos!" A booming voice yelled through the corridor, causing me to stop and wince. The vibrations bouncing off the walls and into my ears sounded ten times louder than usual, and it through me off ever so slightly. "Stand down, do not forget your place..." 

The Lycan who was clearly in charge stepped forward in his regal uniform and held up a gun, pointing it at my face. I was confused to say the least, I assumed my place was now among the lycans that occupied the palace. The moon goddess had allowed me to overcome both the bite and the shift, which is a feat that was previously deemed impossible. 

Had I not won over the narcissistic Lycan population by becoming one of them. Was i still branded as human scum? I already know for a fact that there would be humans out there that would despise me now, simply because I folded. 

I guess I hadn't prepared myself to be forced into a sort of unknown limbo between the two species. 

I shook my head of my thoughts quickly, as the barrel of the gun remained pointed at my head, my inner monologue ceased to continue and a loud unnatural, animalistic growl sounded out from deep in my chest. The noise threw me off completely, and I swallowed thickly, trying to school any sort of emotion that may show on my wolf features. 

"So be it..." The gun shot out loudly over the hallway, and pain once again quickly engulfed me. My front leg was instantly hit by a speeding bullet, it shot into me with a speed and force that caused it to go right through the leg and out of the other side. The burning sensation that came with it, was enough to elicit a loud howl out of my mouth. 

Fuck! 

Silver really was no joke to lycans. Not that it deterred me. If anything it only increased my anger. 

I growled before launching myself at the gun, and latching my teeth painfully on to the lycans wrist causing him to pull the trigger yet again. I don't think they were expecting me to attack them while they had that pistol. 

A second bullet flew through the air, however this time it shot past me, hitting one of the unshifted men directly in the chest. He instantly keeled over groaning while bleeding out. That when I realized something, these wolves were attempting to subdue me, they weren't trying to kill me. They must have been given orders. 

I growled again, pushing through the burning pain now searing through my leg, besides, I'm pretty certain that young Dylan had gone through much worse. I allowed My strong jaw to tighten around the mans wrist  and I tugged hard, feeling his flesh begin to rip from the force I used while the gun he had previously held, crashed to the floor in the growing pool of blood. 

The rest of the men began to shift, and I knew I was screwed, however I had started this, I knew I had to finish it. I finally released the wolfs human hand and began attacking the now shifted warriors. 

I was clawed, and bitten to no end, however all the blows given to me were deliberate and precise, not a single attack was made with the intention of killing me, which made my victory pretty easy. 

As soon as my path to the hospital wing was clear I made my way through, passing cowering nurses and healers. That is until the most intense scent met my nose, and it caused me to forget all about my anger. 

I subconsciously began to follow the smell further and further into the hospital wing, when I suddenly came to a stop, I walked over to a single room that had seemed to envelope every sense that I had, and widened my eyes at the sight before me. 

There, lying in the bed, looking both sweaty and pale lay Lorellia, and the scent that had completely captivated me was coming directly from her. There was no disputing it, Lorellia really was my mate. Her scent alone told me that much, but the way she looked at me caused my stomach to flutter, and I absolutely hated it. 

"Carlos... I knew you'd survive for me." She stated, her voice holding an airy breathless tone that made me believe her Labour was in full swing. 

Did she truly believe that I survived that horrendous experience for her sake? I wish to see my daughter again and tell her how proud she has made me. I wish to see young Dylan again, so she could understand just how inspirational she was to me. 

No, I didn't survive for her, I survived because I had things I wished to accomplish. 

I growled, not liking the fact that I couldn't communicate with the woman in the bed. My brain coming up with thousands of snarky, hate filled remarks, but my mouth completely unable to project them. 

She was my mate, undoubtedly so, and it destroyed me knowing that for certain. I admit, I had always thought that there had been some sort of mistake that had been made, and for some reason I was paired with the kings aunt for a joke, but no, it was real. 

The revelation caused several questions to begin churning in my head and I growled loudly, causing fear to cloud her features. 

If, she could smell my scent the entire time, the way I could with her now, then why and more of the point, how, had she managed to be so cruel towards me? Are there truly just some mates that are so narcissistic, they can't see anything but the need for power and control? 

I growled loudly while looking at her. Watching her eyes widen slightly as she finally seemed to take in the different kinds of blood that coated my thick fur. 

"I didn't think you capable of ever being this strong. You really are one of us now." 

One of them? She was wrong, I would never be a Lycan of their calibre. I had standards and something called empathy. I was strong, and my anger and hatred seemed to file that strength as I bared my teeth and glared my eyes. 

For the first time, throughout my entire experience with this woman, I saw unbridled fear creep into her face as I began to stalk the bed. 

"I.... I'll call the guards." She stuttered, as her slightly raised hands trembled with the fear of me. I was tired and scared of my own ability's, however anger was still the most prominent emotion coursing through my body, and I couldn't help the scoff that left my wolfs lips. 

She could call them all she wanted, she would be dead long before the remaining available guards came to her aid. 

I winced strongly at the ear splitting scream she released as I jumped onto her bed, my teeth laying effortlessly on her neck. 

I didn't care that she was in Labor, I wanted her dead. 

My teeth tore through her flesh at an alarming rate, while blood pooled inside my mouth and onto the bed below the pair of us. 

I felt my chest tighten drastically at my actions towards my mate, but it only made my growls even louder than before. 

I quickly tore through her throat, pulling her flesh hard until both her tongue and voice box ripped out and remained trapped in my jaw. Her eyes went wide and glassy as her chest ceased to rise and fall. 

Pain then once again shot through me, my body fighting every muscle not to painfully shift back into human form, however my paws turned to hands and feet, and my blood covered fur, transformed into stained human flesh. 

I had fully survived my shift. 

As I stood staring at the lifeless body of Lorellia a pant of sadness shot through me. My other half, had truly turned out to be this narcissistic woman. Only now, looking at her I wasn't sure she deserved to die. 

"Carlos?!" I heard a commanding voice from behind me, and allowed my body to spin. My eyes widened slightly as I looked at the older gentleman who stood so casually in-front of me. "Congratulations on your shift." My eyes rolled in my head at Caius's words, which I assume he picked up on. "What is your plan now Carlos?" He sighed while looking at the trail of blood that seemingly lead to my tired self. 

I just wanted her dead, Lorellia, I wanted her gone. At least, I thought that was what I wanted, now though, I seemed to be plagued with nothing but guilt. 

"What will you do about your son?!" My son? 

The question fell silent as my thoughts were stopped dead at the sound of a tiny baby crying. I walked slowly over to the opposite side of the room, unable to wrap my head around the fact that Lorellia had already given birth. 

A swaddled newborn lay crying in a crib while the realization hit me. 

This child in front of me, was in fact of my own flesh and blood.