Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 225: The unbelievable

Everything happened so quickly that she didn’t see it coming. She felt herself fall backward, and the lamp flew away from her grip and fell to the side. Her head landed with impact on the cold ground as a beast-like thing pounced on her, caging her to the ground and roaring in her face.

Ave felt all blood drain from her body as the ear-killing roar reverberated in her brain and numbed her in place. Before she could do anything, she felt its claw sink into the flesh of her arm. Its claw went deep into her flesh, and when it ripped it, she didn’t realize when she cried out her husband’s name.

The beast was in the process of biting off her head when it stopped at the name she cried out. It moved so quickly away from her that Ave didn’t waste time in getting up and grabbing her lamp to make a run for it. She didn’t have to look to know that she was bleeding terribly from her arm as she felt warm blood trickling down her sleeve.

However, as she grabbed her lamp to run, she stopped in her tracks yet again when she heard the restless rustling of the chains and the low groans the creature let out. It seemed to be fighting with itself as it cried out in pain, its cry twisting at her heart for some reason she didn’t know.

Why was she being affected by its pained cry? Ave wondered as she stood to her feet, blood dripping off of her arm. She mustered up the courage to lift her lamp towards the creature, and when the light finally fell on its form, she felt herself freeze in disbelief. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"Beasty..." She mused under her breath as she stared at the humongous creature trying to break out of its chains as a penetrating red light moved under its thick fur. When it stood on its hind legs with a loud resounding roar, Ave stepped away quickly as she realized something. It looked like Beasty, but it was far bigger and scarier than the Beasty she remembered.

This wasn’t the beast she had once treated in the forest; this was a bloody mighty Lycan!

First, it was the discovery that werewolves were real, and now a lone Lycan locked away in a dark space. Ave knew she should run for her life before the Lycan killed her, as it had seemed to awhile ago, but something about it made her stand where she was. It was in pain; she could tell by how it kept writhing and the red light coursing through its body.

’Aveline...’ she heard Lucian’s faint voice in her head yet again, and she gasped at the absurd realization that dawned on her. This couldn’t be what she was thinking, could it? No way could this be her Lucian. No. Impossible!

’Aveline...!’

She heard her name yet again, this time louder, and saw the pained look in the burning eyes of the beast as it stared at her while trying to fight against its chains and the light penetrating its body. It could reach her if it wanted to harm her again, but the fact that it had stepped away when she called Lucian’s name earlier and was now seemingly trying to fight itself from reaching for her again made her call out,

"Lucian?" before she could stop herself. Its burning eyes found hers, and she felt her knees threaten to give way underneath her as she confirmed her suspicion. The people here were werewolves, while the man she had thought she knew was... a bloody Lycan, the biggest she had ever seen, even in pictures.

Ave knew she should turn around and run as far away from here as her legs could take her. She hadn’t known about this when she fell in love with him, but she would be kidding herself if she could even take a step backward after realizing this creature was her husband. He could be the devil for all she cared, and she would still stand by him. He was in pain, and she felt she had to do something to help him.

Wetting her dried lips, Ave took two steps toward him, and he growled at her and moved back into the darkness as if not wanting her to come close.

"Lucian, if you can hear me, stop moving back and let me see what I can do..." she said softly as she followed him into the darkness. He roared loudly, rustling his chains noisily as if not wanting her to come closer to him.

’Leave!!’

Ave heard his voice in her head, but if she heard him, she didn’t listen and kept trying to walk up to him. She stepped on something and stopped to look down, all blood drained from her face as she stared at the severed hand of a human on the ground with blood all around it and the ground.

’LEAVE! NOW!’

His voice roared in her head, and before she could do anything, she was yanked back by someone. The person carried her on their shoulder, running down the narrow path she had followed down here.

It wasn’t until she was carried out of the darkness and back to the halls that she realized it was already morning, and the Nazia royals had gathered at the double doors, looking displeased and angered. When she was placed down on her feet, she lost her balance and almost fell, but Zane, who she belatedly realized had carried her out, held her waist and supported her.

"She’s bleeding!" Zane announced as he noticed her ripped arm. She heard him order someone to get the physician, but Prince Elm said they do not have doctors for humans here.

"Then get the damned doctors you have to treat her!!" he hollered at the prince in irration. Ave was surprised at the anger she heard in Zane’s voice; she had never heard him sound this angry before as he spoke to the royals, who didn’t seem ready to get someone to treat her for going against their rules.

"You better watch your mouth and tone, young man. You can’t talk to any of us with that voice," warned Prince Acer as he glared at Zane and looked down at Ave, who was leaning on Zane with a sickened expression on her pale face.

"I will talk to you however the hell I please if you don’t get someone to treat the princess! She’s losing too much blood, and if His Highness knows about this, none of you would like the aftermath!" Zane gritted as he held Ave. He didn’t care whatever they’d do to him for as long as they gave her treatment. He knew Lucian better than any of them, and when the time came that he came out of that place, they would all pay the price for allowing her to stay with a bleeding wound.

"How dare you_" Prince Elm began to say, but his brother’s hand on his shoulder made him stop.

"How come he didn’t kill her?" came the king’s voice as he stepped forward to examine her after ordering someone to get the doctor for her arm. He stared at her in disbelief. The last two people that had walked into that place didn’t come out alive and were probably ripped to shreds by the angry beast that arose in the prince during the red moon. Apart from her arm and the sickened look on her face, she looked fine for a human who had dared to walk into that place and even encountered the mighty creature that even their kinds couldn’t dare confront in that state he was in.

A doctor soon arrived, and Ave was carried back to her room for treatment, where blood dripped on the floor and left trails behind Zane, who carried her. She was so weak she could barely keep her eyes open during the excruciating, painful treatment, but the unbearable pain kept her awake.

Her flesh had been ripped so deep that the doctor had to sew it back in place, and because they had no injection or painkiller before performing the sewing, Ave suffered through the agony. Sweat dripped off her forehead as she bit down on her lips to hold in her painful cries. Everyone had gathered around her bed to watch, and she hated for them to think of her as a weakling.

Zane, who knew how painful such sewing could be—unlike the werewolves, who had no idea what it was like because of their healing ability and could not relate to whatever she was going through at this point—was the only one who seemed to understand her pain. But the fact that she wasn’t crying out and was holding it in surprised him. He allowed her to keep gripping his hand, which she’d clutched with her good hand, her fingers digging into his skin as the needle went through and out of her flesh. Such a wound was going to leave a big scar that Lucian would carry the regret throughout his life if he knew about it. Zane thought.

After the agonizing treatment, the doctor was finally done, but by then, Ave was half-conscious and half-unconscious as the man explained to Zane the medicine she would have to take and what they’d apply for her every morning. Ave didn’t want to fall into oblivion at this point, knowing now what they had been hiding from her and where her husband was.

When the doctor left and everyone was about to start leaving to give her space to rest, she mustered the strength to call out, "Why is he like that while the rest of you are back to your human forms?" She pushed herself into a sitting position with the help of Zane, who looked worried and concerned like a mother hen. He quickly handed her water to drink when he noticed her dry lips.

"Drink it," he insisted when she shook her head.

Ave took the water after she noticed the siblings had all stopped at her question and were looking at each other as if they weren’t pleased that she knew about their kingdom’s secret.

King Talinor stepped forward and stood at her bedside as he scowled down at her in displeasure. "The rule number one of our kingdom, My Lady, is to kill those who are not part of us and know of the secret we have carried. You haven’t only trespassed into where you are not supposed to be, but you know of what you are not supposed to know. Don’t you think you’ve granted yourself a death warrant?" He arched a dark brow at her.

He would admit, though, for a human, she was brave and strong. It was one thing to know that the people around her were different and dangerous, and yet she didn’t show any fear on her face as she stared up at him. It was another thing again to go through such treatment and still remain conscious.

The first day he’d seen Prince Lucian in that form on the first night of the red moon, Talinor hadn’t dared to go close and had stood at a distance because he was terrified. The prince was twice his own size when he shifted, but a fragile human girl had walked down there, even got to be in close proximity with him, and came out alive with just an injured arm, while men who walked down there had been ripped to shreds.