Chapter 112
Kaiden
Everyone rushed to aid him, and Jerold lost it in the living room. He shifted, and everyone tried to get out the way. In one swift motion he gored the man, and shook him off of his bloody horn. He then picked up Noah, and made noises that I could only assume was his language. Princess Ata of the Witches offered to heal him, but he would not let anyone touch his mate.
Noah’s blood pooled on the floor and his heart stopped beating.
“I could turn him.” Offered Prince Lucian. That was his plan all along. He must not know the secret….and Jerold was too distraught to remember.
Jerold Shifted, and shed silent tears for his mate. He wasn’t in his right mind to kill him, but I was. I clawed his throat before he could speak another word.
“I warned you.” I spat. “You come into my house as a snake and bite and bark like a dog. Tonight, you will die slowly. Very Slowly. And no one will stop me, or they will die as well.” I said, taking off my shirt. “Put him on the post.” I commanded to no one in particular. The only thing that could kill him was beheading or a steak in the heart, but I would not do something so humane. “Tonight, he will be given the lash until I tire, and tomorrow he will burn in the sun. And the day after I will drain him of his blood and let him thirst ten days before he begs me to let him die, and he will live two more weeks thereafter. Take the perpetrator as well, he is not dust.”
They were taken, and I would do the punishing later. Now I needed to console my friend. “Jerold let’s take him to the pack hospital, so Ata can heal him.” I said biting my wrist, and putting it to Noah’s lips. That Jerold didn’t kill me meant that he at least heard me. I didn’t know if turning was possible, but I did know that my blood could give him support.
He spoke to me in a language I couldn’t understand, and no one else knew. He then looked up at me with an expression I couldn’t read, and I saw how broken he was. He was losing his mate… and even worse he had to watch it happen.
Ata stepped very cautiously, and healed my hand. She let him see this, as he probably couldn’t understand us. I could hear his heart beating a mile a minute, and he smelled of fear. I never thought I would smell that off him. He slowly laid him on the floor and she went to work, making slow movements.
There were pops and his neck slowly healed, and his face became pink. He coughed, and Jerold held him close to his chest. He apologized over and over to his mate. Noah’s eyes popped open, and he slapped Jerold weakly on the cheek. “Lady you’re a mess without me…...And can somebody get me a blanket? I’m freezing. The Lord of the Dead’s castle is very cold.” He said tiredly but cheerfully. Though, I know he had to feel like shit.
Any other human once they reached the realm of the dead would stay dead…. However, his human flesh was the extent of his mortality. Since he was Jerold’s mate, he shared his immortality, and consistent revival. Although…. that revival didn’t look very free…. He came back, but his body wasn’t healed, Ata did that.
----17 hours later-----
The Vampire King himself watched while I whipped the shit out of Lucian. He was also stripped of his status, but he would not be executed. Lucian was the first man the King turned, so he really was attached to him like a son. However, he could not let him make a mess of his house, so now he was only as powerful as the average vampire since King Victor ripped out Lucian’s fangs personally… how hard the mighty fall.
Noah didn’t die but that didn’t absolve Lucian nor his servants from punishment. They broke the peace on my land, and for that he was mine. “Put your back into it.” Said King Victor angrily. He clenched his hand until it bled. His red eyes were genuine with rage, and upon seeing this, Lucian’s face was paler than usual.
They all sat on wood benches that we made a long while ago. It was hot outside, but the Vampire King drank hot hibiscus tea with Noah wrapped in a blanket. He was sick, but currently trying to lie about it to his mate… who could hear thoughts.
Drinking my blood while he was essentially dead, along with the witches’ magic, not to mention the vampire’s venom almost turning him has made him feel. Like. Shit. It was all he could do was to sit there, but he held a smile for his mate’s sake. He looked weak, but insisted to Jerold, who was still livid… and somehow covered in Greek tattoos, that he was ok. I wished him luck with that, and struck Lucian across the spot I was working on.
He screamed when I whipped his back almost as hard as I could. “Harder?” I asked.
“I want him to look like day old deli meat son.” King Victor said casually.
I had been holding back a little bit, thinking I would go too far, but apparently not. I whipped him until he passed out, and they let him stay in the sunlight. Prolonged exposure caused sunburns, but he deserved it.
“Forgive my people King Aeschylus. I cannot afford to create such a powerful enemy… yet I know you will not trust my words. I truly did not know he planned such a thing, as I let this go years ago…. I will give him to you as a slave if it will make peace…” He said somewhat quietly. “But please… do not kill him. With his fangs removed, his power is gone….” He said genuinely. They didn’t show remorse or emotion much, as their people detested it, but I think he really was sorry. No one would offer such a punishment if they weren’t.
Jerold snorted like a bull. “He said fuck you.” Said Noah with a small smile. “But I don’t blame you, you came all the way here, and on top of it you offered terms you’re clearly uncomfortable doing. I request that you come and visit sometime, and I wanna see the new prince you pick…And I want a servant, Daddy can we keep him?” Said Noah lustfully, but Jerold chomped his teeth together with a rumble that would have been a moo if his mouth opened. “Now that was uncalled for….” Grumbled Noah.
“What did he say?” Asked King Victor.
“It’s private.” He said with a small blush, and I was done. Lucian passed out, so there was no need to continue.
“Lame.” I grumbled.
“That was a splendid show.” Said Noah with a fake British accent. The servant was next, but everyone agreed that that was his. Jerold had been sitting there, holding Noah, with a scowl on his face that could cut stone.
He let him go and ripped his shirt off in a swift motion, and I gave him the whip. He looked at it a while before walking to the pole tied man. Jerold had not spoken to anyone, well with words, since the incident, which was concerning. I left him to it though, he would need to work out his trauma. There was nothing more mind melting than seeing one’s mate hurt….
When I got to the packhouse, I saw my son playing with Mini, but when she saw me, she ran up the stairs. I had forgotten I was covered in blood, and it must have triggered the little girl. Caleb followed behind her, and I debated on trying to talk to her.
/Go. She must not get hurt./ Growled my wolf, and he was right. She could hurt herself or something running around in fear. I hadn’t cleaned myself up yet from the punishment. I was tossed a wet rag from a warrior, and I wiped the mess off me as best as I could. I still smelled of vampire and fear, but that wouldn’t come off me until I took a decent hot shower. For now, I needed to see if she was ok.
I walked up there to see my son trying to console the little girl.
“Dad wouldn’t hurt you.” He said trying to get her from under his bed. She ran into his room…. Interesting. His room was last. I thought she would go into Izzy’s. She also let just Caleb go up… My son had a crush on the girl but right now I couldn’t ask about that. I would later though.
“No, go away!” She screamed, and Caleb looked hurt.
“Let me try son.” I told him, and he moved out the way, but he didn’t leave.
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