185 - The Impossible Has Happened

Laura stopped in her stead, her eyes trying to catch the words written on the letter instead. The handwriting was hazardous and she couldn't figure out much from here.

She needed to have that letter in her hand; she needed to know how much the stupid dog had betrayed them.

How far she had been able to go before she had combust into flames and—

Wait… dead?

Did he just say that the fur creature was dead?

“She is dead?” Laura asked. “What happened?” She tried to push worry into her voice, trying to hide the slight relief she felt as she tried to observe her brother’s behavior.

Was he seeing her as an enemy right now?

Did he know?

“Take it.” He handed the letter to her. “She said there are enemies in my castle. Find them for me. You are the only one I trust here. You are my only family.” He brushed a hand over her hair. “You are all I have left.”

With that said, he turned away and left her in the hallway.

Laura blinked.

She had expected many things, but not that.

The death of a mate, fated or chosen, was never something that could be received calmly, except if the thing he had called Lord Rosil for had worked. Except, if the King’s heart was truly frozen.

She quickly looked through the letter. There wasn't much information there besides what the King had said. She wasn't able to get far then in disclosing their secret then.

That dirty traitor!

More relief.

She could smell the fur creature’s blood and she saw some flakes of ashes.

A smile blossomed on her lips.

It was true.

She was dead. Along with those abominations she carried in her womb.

Laura frowned, remembering the wolf’s pregnancy.

She looked back in the direction her brother had disappeared to some moments earlier.

His heart must truly be frozen, for he wasn't grieving the death of his mate, nor was he grieving the death of his unborn family.

Laura smirked.

This would be easier than she thought, because despite how frozen his heart was, he still recognized her as his only family, the only person he could trust.

She was his weakness.

This ambush might as well be declared won.

For tonight, she would conduct a fake search for a traitor. After that, she would return to her room not to arouse suspicion.

Tomorrow night, the transfer of her mother would happen, and the ambush would begin.

By this time tomorrow, Lavida would be theirs.

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Time moved fast.

And before Laura would know it, it was tomorrow night already.

Once again, Delice was trapped on the altar, her body getting prepared for The Mother’s soul to take full control of her body.

Every member of the White Circle watched as Laura walked around her and repeated the process of the chanting and the sprinkling of the liquid all over again, the Mother chanting spells along with her.

Oliver watched too, his eyes fixed on Delice.

Laura stepped aside and pulled out the enchanted sword from her sheath.

The Sword of Change.

Once Laura would dig it into Delice’s stomach, her soul would be forced into the hands of death and the Mother could take over.

Then the ambush would happen tonight. Once the Mother would find a body, there would be no use for waiting. She would bring this castle to the ground. She, the Volakys at her command and all of them.

They were all hers, including her loyal daughter.

Laura started moving closer to Delice, chanting once again, spells that The Mother took part in with her.

Oliver watched her closely, then his eyes shifted to Delice. He balled his fists slowly by his sides. He wanted to look away but he couldn't, he just couldn't do anything but watch.

His Sweet Bun didn't deserve this.

She was too sweet for this cruel castle, this cruel Kingdom.

Too good.

Too—

“Ah!” someone yelled from one of the balconies before the body fell to the ground, eyes rolled back with only white left behind, and a hole where his heart should be.

Soon enough, many more screams filled the air and from the chaos emerged the King, inked lines running up his face, blood dripping from his claws and anger in his eyes that were looking straight at her as he yanked out the heart of another.

This looked nothing like someone with a frozen heart.

He— he had tricked her!

They had been ambushed.

“Mother?” Laura gritted in pain as she called out for her mother.

The ball of smoke sank straight into Delice, her eyelids shot open, an absolute darkness taking over her eyes and she gritted in pain as the Mother’s soul forced itself into her body, wrestling against her own.

The possession hadn't been done right.

This would have consequences later, but for now, this must be done.

“Mother?!” Laura yelled once again.

Volakys joined the battle at Mother’s command, but she couldn't stay here for long, the possession had to be done right for her to be in full control.

So she created a portal to the place she felt most connected to, and pulled her daughter along, who still had the enchanted sword with her. Oliver jumped through the portal too.

Escaping for his life.

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They tumbled into the Hall of Statues.

Delice stood up quickly, her hands going to either side of her head, as the color of her eyes changed from one to another in seconds, depending on who was holding control.

Blood dropped from her nose, and she staggered to the door.

*My —medallion. Ah!”

“Mother!” Laura pulled her back to dig the sword into her stomach, but she yanked herself away from Laura's grip, and threw her against a statue with a strength she shouldn't even have if the Mother's Soul wasn't inside her.

“I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!” She yelled and raced to Laura before she could stand on her feet. Madness consumed her aura and slammed Laura’s head with the broken pieces of the statue, until there was nothing left of her head but a mess.

She dug her claws into her chest and yanked her heart out. She tossed it on the floor, wiping away the blood that had splattered on her face away as she stared down at her “friend” that she had now killed.

At that moment, Oliver hugged her from behind and the enchanted sword went straight through her.

Her eyes turned black immediately and the screams of grief from The Mother rang through Delice’s throat.
Mated To The King Of Darkness
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