Anger and hatred

"How dare that old hag to invade my kingdom, huh?!" Queen Isle was grumbling angrily as she marched towards the throne hall.

"Old Basildon!!" She growls, pushing the huge door open as she stormed inside with the most vicious face one could ever see.

"Isle, good timing!!" Old Basildon welcomed, stuffing a large amount of food into his mouth.

He's a thousand years old dragon, decked out in a black robe, and a big black hat which sat on his white long hair with his scrawny face and long nose.

The maids who were busily dishing out his meal, precipitously took off from the dining hall as they wouldn't want the Queen to vent her anger upon them —that's gonna be extremely disastrous.

"Miss me?" He chuckled further as he munched his meal.

Hence, he glimpsed at the cold queen who was pacing maliciously towards the long dining table, as she banged her hands loudly on it and the cutleries shook.

"Old Basildon, leave now my kingdom!!" Queen Isle spitefully yelled at him, and her eyes blackened extremely as she fisted her hands on the long dining table.

"Don't disturb my peace!" Old Basildon snapped at her, his hand snatched the silver goblet of wine as he drank up in savory.

"WHAT?!!" Queen malevolently thundered, and Old Basildon grumbled as he stood with his hardened face.

Without a forewarn, he widened his mouth as he blew the liquor out of his mouth which changed into tremendous flames of fire as they fled towards the queen's direction.

Dashingly, Queen Isle’s eyes widened at the incoming fire as she ably rolled off from her initial spot but she fell to the floor.

"Old Basildon!" She bellowed his name, her hands tightened as she battled to stand on her feet.

"Oh, please Isle, call me the old dragon. I prefer that to Old Basildon —that old of a thing makes me feel like I'm an old man," Old Basildon was murmuring in response as he sat down back to his chair

—he resounded insensitive about the furious queen in front of him while he ate his meal.

"What do you want, huh? Why are you here? Leave now this very minute while you still can or you'd see the other cold side of me," Queen asserted warningly, she nastily narrowed her green eyes at the old dragon as he continuously consumed his meal.

"I think by now you should know that you can not get rid of me,” Old Basildon said, lifting his head off his meal as he glanced over at Lady Macbeth and Shawn who had just arrived at dining hall.

—they were heavily panting, struggling to catch their breaths as they respectfully bowed down at him.

"A-ah! Lady Macbeth, good thing you are here. I was willing to ask you why you haven't educated Isle about the right etiquette and decency," he intently teased Queen Isle who threw him a tempered glare.

"I won't have you dishonor me in front of my subjects, Old Basildon!" She howled, slamming her fists rambunctiously again on the table which caused the dining hall to roar into rebellious chaos.

Lady Macbeth drawled, and Shawn jerked from his spot —the aura surrounding his queen is cold and spooky.

"Really? Dishonor?" Old Basildon asked, arching his brows at her.

"Do you know the meaning of dishonor? Then if you do, Isle, you wouldn't have mistreated that Alpha king in such a despicable way," he spewed and Queen Isle scoffed as she looked away.

"He deserves it!” She firmly affirmed. “Jeffery killed my husband for his selfish reasons —you won't want me to seat around in my kingdom, and do nothing, huh? You won't want me to cross my legs, fold arms and just let things go away just like that?" She argued, swerving back at him as she spoke thus;

"I will make him suffer, I will rip off his heart and feed it to the animals... I haven't even started yet, Old Basildon. This is just the beginning." She swore to his face.

"And I hope you don't regret it," Old Basildon suddenly muttered, standing on his feet as he took unhurried steps towards her.

"What did you just say?” She frowned, bridging her hands across her chest in a dominant posture.

"Yes, you heard me right, I just hope you don't regret it. Isle —even the witch is not in support of your actions, your actions were uncalled for!" He thrashed at her, thick black smoke slowly gushing from his nose as he stared at Queen Isle.

"I smell battle," Shawn muttered to Lady Macbeth, and she shunned him immediately. “Keep quiet!”

"You don't know I feel, Old Basildon —King Dawson, my husband loved me. He made me who I am today, and he's still a part of me even if he's dead... Particularly, you knew why Dawson was like a savior to me. However, Jeffery took him away from me in the most horrible way one could ever think of," Queen Isle said grudgingly, as she battled to well up the tears threatening to brim in her eyes.

"Still, Jeffery is a reputable man. He's not a bad person as you think of him. Come on, Isle, can I ask you this question, huh? Do you trust Beta Kappa that much?" Old Basildon asked, leaning forward towards her and Queen Isle took a step back.

Suddenly, her face turned pale instantly, and her glaring eyes lowered to the floors as she reckoned about the odd question which was thrown at her.

"Yes, I do." She replied to him, firmly.

"Really? Then you are completely unreasonable. How can you trust someone who betrayed his alpha?” Old Basildon asked and Queen gulped down dryly.

"Beta Kappa won't betray me, he's a good man and the fact is this, he's Lilith's mate, my aunty," Queen Isle said uneasily.


Old Basildon gave a sly smirk at her. “Indeed, an aunty, huh? Well, I'd like to take my leave now but I will be back for sure. Nevertheless, I would love to advise you to embrace the good side of yourself —I hate to say it but missed the old you and not this disgusting personality you are currently adapting to." Old Basildon told and then, he began to take strides towards the door.

At the point of walking past Lady Macbeth, he threw her an abrupt wink with his eye, and Lady Macbeth's cheeks turned red while Shawn scoffed inwardly in revulsion.

—reaching the entrance, Old Basildon stopped on his track as he turned to rubberneck at the fuming queen.

"I will be back in a week, and when I'm back, I'd love to have a talk with you about your worst nightmare..."

"And don't you dare say his name!!” Queen Isle squealed, swiveling around with her brutal expression which held a look of hostility and fear.

Her worst nightmare. Her doom. Her death!!

The one thing which she's scared of and the one thing that has made her endlessly worship the temple, the one thing she had battled to destroy but she couldn't!!

No one knew what it was, but only a few knew —Lady Macbeth, Shawn, her siblings, the witch, and Old Basildon.

"The expression on her face carried pure fear and terror," Lady Macbeth muttered, and Shawn blankly nods.

Old Basildon snickered mockingly at the look on Isle's face. "You look like an ugly which right now, Isle. But it's a good thing that the tyrant Queen sure has a nightmare, and she wouldn't want to hear about it." He taunted and then, he vanished into the thin air as if he wasn't there a second ago.

"AGGGRRRRHHHHH!!" Queen Isle caterwauled immediately as she whirled around, her veins throbbing around her neck as she grits her teeth in anger and emotion as memories of the past raided her head.

"Sister!" A feminine voice abruptly called, and all eyes pivoted towards the wide entrance.

Immediately, Queen Isle settled down as she grimaced harshly at the two souls who stood gallantry at the door —their aura screaming royalty and nobility.

"Princess Danika, and prince William!" Shawn and Lady Macbeth muttered, surprisingly.

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Along the hallway, Jeffrey carried his motionless wife in his manly arms in a bride style as he hurries to the dungeon.

Penelope and Noah were dashing after him as they were being pursued by the guards and when they got to the dungeon, they all penetrated inside except for the guards who stood outside the cell watching.

Quickly, Jeffery spread his pregnant wife carefully on the floors as he frantically began to scrutinize her stiff body.

"P-please, don't leave me, Henrietta. Wake up, huh? Please don't die, please forgive me!!" He begged badly, as he positioned his ear on his mate's stomach.

However, he couldn't feel the movement of his unborn child anymore.

"No! No!!" Hefrighteningly whimpered, clutching her body in his arms —Luna Henrietta had passed out the exact moment Queen Isle had left the ballroom with her guard.

"You have to calm down, Alpha. Luna Henrietta would be fine! Perhaps, she simply passed out and would be revived, trust me this time,” Penelope found herself saying to him as she tried to console the wounded man.

"Yes, uncle. Please listen to the mistress... Nothing will happen to the luna, and your unborn child," Noah sobbed, patting his uncle’s back but the Alpha slave wasn't comforted as he whimpered into his wife's body in his arms.

"I don't want to lose her, I don't want to!!" He cried, caressing Luna Henrietta's arms in the hope she'd open her eyes to him.

Hence, Jeffery gently laid her again on the floor as he sprang to his feet as if he were being possessed by an evil spirit.

Snappily, he marched to the door but which was already locked by the guards who stood outside.

“Please, can you call in the physician? My wife is dying,” he begged, and the guards scoffed at him.

"Your wife is dead, can't you see it?" One of the guards who's bald informed him.

"Hey!! Don't speak of my wife like that, she's not dead!” Jeffrey couldn't help but yell at them angrily as he viciously gripped the dungeon door as if wanting to smash it down.

"You are pathetic!" Another sneered and they all laughed mockingly at the slave as they walked away from one after the other.

"No ooooooooo!!!!" Jeffery's outcries, resentment, and anger coarse through the vessels in his body as his hoarse voice echoed in the dungeon buildings —the alpha slave is enraged.