Chapter 40. A Life, No More

Kris 🙍🏻






Waking up in the healing chambers , I became furious. I blinked a few times, staring at the tall ceiling.





I couldn’t believe Bahm really punched me to knock me out! I swear if he harmed Hunnie again, I'll cut all ties with him, and I mean it!





I sat up in the bed, holding my face and seen our pack doctor to my left. She was between Hunnie's legs! My eyes widened and I looked to Hunnie’s body laying on the operation bed.






IS SHE DEAD?!?!?







Hurriedly throwing the covers off my naked body, I jolted out of bed. Dazed and naked.







"DON'T TOUCH HER! GET AWAY!"
I began screaming, causing Mirah, our pack doctor, and the few servants around her to shriek confusingly.






Running to her side in a panic. My face no longer injured from Bahm's scratch, meaning he must've healed me. Has he healed Hunnie too?






I sniffed the air and could tell she wasn’t healed one bit. In fact, she smelled differently.







Why would he knock me out?! I couldn’t even remember what he had said to me before the bastard attacked me from behind.






Our pack doctor doesn't waste any time and moves far away from Hunnie’s bedside as possible with hospital instruments in her hand.







Her wide and fearful eyes staring at me, her alpha while the other women covered their mouths suspiciously.






"What did you guys do to her!" I faced Mirah, ready to unleash all hell on her.





I feel my eyes turn onyx, and my fangs elongated, piercing my own flesh inside my mouth.






Mirah doesn't answer. Her lips are pressed thinly and I can smell how nervous she was acting, only making me more upset. She lowers her head to the floor and then slowly to the servants next to her.





They all lower their heads after shooting Mirah a frightened gaze and bowed to me before stepping behind her. Her green gloves all bloody ans Hunnie’s scent dripping onto the floor.





Mirah brings her head up, after feeling my cold and dark presence approaching her closely. I was going to kill her if she’d hurt Hunnie.






She tries avoiding my sinister, scrutinizing gaze, but fails horrible.





We stare at each other. My eyes going between Mirah and the cowardly servants behind her. I bear my claws and growl in her direction, making them all jump and Mirah dropping a needle and another instrument to the ground. How dare she ignore her alpha's command!






I’m just as much her Alpha as Bahm is. They all knew to treat me with the same respect.








Almost inches away from her frightened face, her lips begin trembling.






"Mirah! You will answer your Alpha! Or that neck, I’ll SNAP!!" I roared in her face. Her hair blowing in all different directions.





With a racing and irregular heart beat, she blinks a few times before replying.






"T-T-The K-King f-fl-flushed...flushed the ch—child
I-I-I was o-only st-stitching her...Al-Alpha Kris..." She lowers her head back down and tenses her tiny body.





My heart drops. Did I hear correctly? Bahm flushed what?!!!!!!






I wanted to kill them all. How could they do that to her? How can ANYONE allow Bahm to perform such a procedure?!






I lost control. All the maids in the room scurrying out in a hurry at the wrath I was releasing. I roared loudly, hoping everyone in this palace feels my pain. Throwing end tables, flipping the thick, traditional carpet, and even pulling my own hairs.





Mirah stared at me petrified, never seeing me act this way. I never got upset, not even at the lowliest maids, nor nymphs.







Now, I was hurt, pissed off, scared. Why would Bahm kill his only child? I was apart of that child too, we shared the same blood from him. How could he…. He should of knew this was going to hurt me.





I dropped to the ground and began crying in my hands.






This can’t be real, he isn’t a monster like this….







I figured he would want to keep that child, as he’s been alive for centuries and not one woman was able to bear The Demon-Wolf King’s seed.






Thinking my opinion and voice didn’t mattered to him, like he always says it does… He’s been calling me his loving brother for years now….



At this moment I felt more like his “host” than his actual brother. Someone he could just control…..









Finally standing to my feet, I staggered blindly to Hunnie's unconscious body. She looked so fragile and lifeless, just laying on the operating bed. Her face swollen to a pulp. Both eyes shut and purple all over. She didn’t even look recognizable.




A few more tears slip down my face at her appearance and into my gaped mouth. Picking her up, and cradling her in my arms, I brought her over to the healing tub filled with herbs and flowers in the middle of the room.






Her gown, and blanket slips off her body as soon we take a step in. I sat inside and held her lovingly to me as I splash the medicinal liquid onto her body. Noises from me crying had filled the room, as if she had passed away.





Sincerely hoping some of her external and internal wounds will heal from the herbs in the water. My chest was on fire, tightening with each breath I took. This isn’t the life that this strong, elegant and confident witch, deserved.





Feeling so sorry for her, as she’ll never be a mother now. My eyes linger to her stomach, a little longer than needed. I felt drawn there too. Drawn to a life no more.



The King hasn’t mínd linked me since I’ve woken. Our link has been completely silence. Only meaning he knew that I would never let him do such atrocities, which is why he had to go and knock me out. Like a coward! I told her she could leave without her child, but I meant after she gave birth, not like this.






With ears like his, he was already listening in on this whole room.






Hunnie should of had a say in this, Bahm isn’t a bad being, but him doing this, really brought out the monstrous side of him. I viewed him differently now, but I bet he could say the same about me. The one caring and shedding tears, for this Dark Witch.






Looking down at Hunnie’s beautiful yet frail, swollen, and healing body, made me fantasize about loving her one day. I could too!







She’s so perfect and deserves all the love in this cruel world that had always shunned her away ever since she was young. I ran my fingers over her swollen cheeks, I couldn’t bear to see her this way. It hurt too much.





She’s had no one, but now, I want to be that someone for her. After seeing Bahm treat her like this, the same with her own coven, I’ll do anything to keep her out of harms way.





Would she let me take care of her? I knew her endless knowledge of dark magic will allow us to safely hide away.







Struggling to get out of the healing tub, I brought Hunnie over to the operation bed. Mirah came rushing to the bedside with concerned eyes. Fiddling with her thumbs.





“Young M-Master… I’ll a—attend to her wounds, on y—your request o-only.” She stammers out, examining my demeanor for any sudden wraths.






I sighed out, watching her in silence. Hunnie does need to be seen and I can’t be selfish about Mirah touching her. I know she won’t hurt her and she’s very skilled.







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“There isn’t much I can do about the broken r—ribs
a—and her back due to Y—Your Majesty declining us to use his b-blood.” Her lips quivered. “I-I can do herbs…and antibiotics for an-any infections.”








I felt another wave of anger flowing through my veins. I at least wanted Hunnie’s back to be healed enough so I could bring her back to the states with me, and far away from Bahm at this moment.






The images of seeing him kick her repeatedly was burned into my skull. An image my own eyes couldn’t even believe. Watching my first and only crush, beaten to a pulp.






I would of sunken my canines in his face and neck all over again!!!





Feeling hopeless, I nodded to Mirah to do what she needed, to better Hunnie’s conditions. I turned around and faced the door, hiding my stinging eyes and waiting for the maids to hurry in and retrieve my clothing I could sense they had.





I’ll protect Hunnie from now on.
This must be my destiny, since I felt this attaching connection to her. She’s mine now.