CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“XAVIER'S POV”
Having dual species isn't really the fun it is projected to be. If I could, I'd pick my human side if it meant I won't kill everything I try to form a connection with.
As I watched the doctor fix tubes and injections into my Luminari, my ky’rhan prowled at the surface of my mind, filled with as much anxiety as I was. It was a being without a single iota of a conscience or kindness. It was highly intelligent, yet very selfish. I didn't treat it like a part of me even though that was delusional.
I hated how the venom drove humans to near madness which is probably why she almost killed herself.
I'd run off to my office and found one of the servant girls that always used her mouth to help me calm the beast in exchange for the glamorous life she lived outside of my mansion and had her do what she usually did but it wasn't the same anymore. I felt restless and the beast kept demanding for me to go to her.
I thought it was because he wanted to finish what he'd started. He didn't need to touch or even kiss her to begin the process and regardless of how much I warned him before handing over control, he still went ahead to get her heated up right in front of everyone, just like my father wanted.
I'd struggled with Xy'thern for an unbearable amount of time, eventually sending the Moderate girl away as I felt absolutely nothing from her actions except disgust and I finally gave in, hoping against all hopes she was asleep.
I got off the elevator to the unmistakable stench of blood and I growled alongside Xy’thern, running to the closet where it was coming from
I had told myself I'll never use the power I'd gotten over her but at that moment, I would have done anything to keep her awake and as I stood there, away from her wailing mother and the doctor who was running around like a headless chicken, my guilt consumed me.
She hated this so much that she wanted out in whatever way possible and yet, I used said power on her without it even setting in completely.
My father, who had hissed in annoyance when I'd informed him about it, suddenly appeared by the door and called me over.
As he walked to his room, I battled with my monster who didn't want to leave her side. One would think he actually loved her but no, she was extremely important to him and wasn't about to let her die without a fight so he kept telling me to go back to the clinic but I shut it down.
I had a stoic, pissed off personality that people assumed meant I had everything figured out but they didn't know how much I fought my own self from the crack it dawn till I slept off. It was exhausting and a lot of time, I just let him do what was on his mind, to my extreme regret every single time.
I closed the door behind me, wondering what was so important he had to bring me out of the clinic.
“What is it, Father?” I asked him, impatient.
“You act as though I'm the one that put a blade in her hand. Take a seat and drink with your father. It's been a while,” he said and I squinted my eyes at him in confusion.
This didn't look good from my past experiences with him.
“I need to make sure she's fine, it doesn't look too good. I fear I might have been too late,” I said to him, trying to hide how terrible I felt from him.
My father didn't have emotions. He was just like Xy’thern and I always felt like I was in a two against one battle when we argued since my ky’ran always agreed to his ideas.
And for a scary moment, I suspected this was one of those incidents.
He turned around from the wine cabinet with a bottle of scotch and two glasses and went over to the table. He dropped them and proceeded to pour drinks for the both of us.
“Stop worrying so much, hm? The gods have done you a huge favor, I just don't get why you're not seeing it,” he began as he took a sip of his drink.
“What do you mean? How could this even be a positive thing, father?” I asked in confusion.
“You know, I was upset when I discovered that you'd been yoked with a human out of all the amazing Zorvathian women out there. But I knew it wasn't a choice on your end and it's not like you could do anything about it. Can't go killing your own damn Luminari. It's unheard of, right?” He said to me so casually but my facial expression had gone from confusion to repulsion even though I hadn't completely gotten what he was trying to say.
“Father, I wouldn't have wanted to kill her even if I could. What exactly are you talking about?” I demanded and for once, Xy’thern was on my team.
“I guess she's also made you dumb as well,” he huffed and dropped his drink on the table before coming over to where I stood rigidly by the door, my tail sprung up like I was about to get attacked.
“What I'm saying, dear son, is that this is a perfect situation. You have initiated the process and in the next two days, you'll have your powers. And if she dies by her own hands, you'll finally be free from her and no one would blame you. Her own parents were here and they knew what she did. So instead of trying so hard to rescue her from the hands of death, simply help her do the thing she wants the most,” he suggested to my utmost horror and irritation.
“Let go of my shoulder, father,” I growled, shaking off his tight hold.
“Don't be so uptight. Ask your ky’rhan. I'm sure he gets it,” he suggested as he took a step back, allowing me breathe.
“My ky’rhan doesn't want his Luminari dead, Father. Unlike you, he wants to make her happy and understands that the power he has over her is simply a privilege and not a license to make her life miserable,” I snapped at him. Even though my voice wasn't loud, I ensured he felt the venom that his crazy suggestion stirred within me and my ky’rhan as well.
He sighed in irritation and went away from me, flicking his hand as if he wished I was someone else entirely.
“I hate how soft you are regardless of how much I tried to beat it out of you. Makes me feel like a failure sometimes. But hey, if you insist on being tied to such a weakling for the rest of your long life, good for you. Good luck prolonging the inevitable,” he said, chuckling at the end before laying in his king-size bed alone as always.
I'd designed this room with his peculiarity for being the biggest person in every room in mind.
Seeing as he was done with his horrible suggestion, I gave him the ceremonial bow and rushed out of there.
I couldn't believe he had suggested I kill her just because she was human.
It only made me decide to increase security around her. I knew very soon, she'd begin craving some sort of job or hobby outside of the swimming pool she was always in and it scared me.
I ran down to the clinic, hoping the doctor had finally gotten her stable but as I opened the thick glass doors, all I saw was blood.
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