Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 138: Nobody Ever Calls for Gypsies

Althea couldn’t stop smiling. The dark red blood had already dried at the corners of her lips, cracking uncomfortably as the stretched skin on her pale face pulled taut. Yet, despite the unpleasant sensation, the queen’s excitement easily overshadowed it.

The king was dead. She had killed him, at last.

Her eyes narrowed as she glared down at the gaping wound in the middle of the dead man’s chest. The black emptiness where his heart used to be filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction.

Unlike her promise to Kai, she could no longer give that heart to the prince. Instead, she would use it for something that would, without a doubt, bring Lorelai back.

Once and for all.

Blood is thicker than water, she mused, her blood-stained teeth gleaming beneath her wide smile. The beast king thought his blood was omnipotent, but alas! The only blood bond that matters is the family one. Just wait a little longer, princess. Soon, you will be back where you truly belong.

"Mother," Kai’s cold voice echoed through the throne room, the sharp click of his shoes on the marble floor resembling the steps of a giant. "Everyone already knows by now. We need to make an official statement to the people of Erelith."

Althea’s twisted grin immediately faded, replaced by a deep frown of resentment.

The king’s death had been planned, but she was in no mood to handle it properly. After the lycan king ruined all her carefully laid plans, the queen found it surprisingly difficult to restore the order she had meticulously created.

She let out a long, exasperated sigh. "Alright, send the messengers and gather the Council first. We need to handle the royal matters before making the announcement to the public."

She massaged the throbbing spot between her eyebrows, her dark eyes studying her son’s expressionless face.

She flinched when she saw Kai slowly approach the dead king’s body, his pale green eyes fixed on the gaping hole in his chest. The king was missing a heart, and the crown prince figured out why almost immediately.

"Will that work?" he asked, turning to face the queen. Althea nodded. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"I have to adapt, you see. Now that my plan keeps changing, I––"

Kai interrupted her nervous response with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I don’t care. Just bring her back."

Without waiting for her reply, the prince turned on his heels and left the throne room, the sound of his footsteps heavier than ever.

Althea watched him disappear behind the doors, the frown on her face deepening as a ripple of irritation spread through her body.

It’s all part of my plan... Yes, I’ll just keep thinking that way.

***

Kai sank heavily into the armchair in his study, his fading green eyes fixated on the pile of documents laid out before him on his desk.

It was already a mountain of paperwork that demanded his attention and signature––the kind of work that had once been handled by Lorelai, who had become remarkably proficient in managing matters related to the royal crown.

He picked up his quill and dipped it into the ink, but his fingers seemed to freeze, refusing to move any further.

Frustration clawed at him. He was so distracted, so irritated, that his mind went completely blank every time he attempted to focus on even the simplest tasks.

The lycan king.

Just the thought of that monster made the prince’s skin crawl with disgust.

What was he doing with Lorelai now? Had he already taken her? Had he forced himself on her, treating her like an object? What if he had already impregnated her with his monstrous half-blood children?

’No,’ Kai tried to calm himself by shaking his head, leaning back in his chair as though physically distancing himself from the thought. ’She can’t get pregnant. Mother made sure of that. She would never allow it... But the lycan king is different. That’s why she wanted his blood––his blood could make it possible for me to have children with Lorelai. Children who would be... ghoul children.’

He let out a deep, guttural groan, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and threatened to burst through his skin. Damn it!

His fist slammed down on the desk with such force that the surface cracked in two, the madness surging through his veins like fire.

But his fit of rage was abruptly interrupted by a sharp, impatient knock on the door of his study.

"Come in," the prince commanded, his voice a mix of irritation and authority. The door swung open immediately, revealing the figures standing in the doorway.

"Long time no see, Your Highness."

The man at the front of the group gave a polite bow, his movements smooth and practiced, before snapping his long, tanned fingers––a signal to his companions to follow him inside. As he stepped into the prince’s study, his presence filled the room like a storm.

Kai’s body stiffened at the sight, but he forced himself to remain composed, not allowing his irritation to show.

He watched the man—Daro—march confidently toward the desk, pausing just inches from it. A smug grin spread across Daro’s plump lips, his demeanor as casual as ever.

"I don’t remember calling for you, Daro," the prince muttered, his gaze hardening as he met the man’s relaxed, almost insolent stare.

Daro merely smirked and shrugged, his nonchalance maddening. His two companions shared a quiet chuckle, clearly amused by the encounter. "Nobody ever calls for Gypsies," Daro said with a shrug, "yet we always appear when we’re needed the most."

Another grin spread across his face, and his men behind him burst into laughter, their broad chests heaving with excitement.

Kai winced at the loud, grating sound of their laughter, his face twisting in distaste. His narrowed eyes shifted back to the leader of the group, the coldness in his gaze deepening as his voice turned even icier.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Daro stepped forward, closing the gap between them. He placed his large hands on the desk, leaning over slightly, his tone lowering as he spoke.

"The lycan king, Your Highness," he began. "Now that His Majesty is dead, the beasts will undoubtedly seize this opportunity to strike at Erelith. Let me deal with the situation, and I will buy you enough time to ascend the throne without interference."