Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 227: "He won’t hurt me."

Zane had seen how much the prince cared for his wife. He’d never seen Lucian care for someone or even show his affection without hiding it. She was the first, and Zane knew without a doubt if anything were to happen or if they dared to allow her to go back in there, none of them would escape his anger when he came out. He could burn them all to ashes if care wasn’t taken. Zane couldn’t afford to take that risk. He just couldn’t.

"What if I tell you," Ave began calmly, her voice steady yet carrying an edge of determination, "that he recognized me when I was in there?" She let the words sink in, noticing Zane’s frown of disbelief. "He would have killed me, but the moment I called his name... he stepped back."

Her gaze shifted between them, her tone softening just slightly. "And if he didn’t recognize me, why do you think he was roaring so loud? He was trying to gain your attention so someone could come down there and take me away before he’d end up harming me, but deep down in my heart, I believe even if no one had come, he wouldn’t have killed me."

Ave stopped for a moment, her voice now laced with conviction. "I might not have known him in his Lycan form, but trust me when I tell you, the man I married will never take my life." She couldn’t be certain he wouldn’t hurt her by mistake, but she was certain he wouldn’t take her life.

She met each of their doubtful eyes in turn before finishing firmly, "Give me the chance to go back there to help him." If she didn’t go back to do something, his pained and agonizing groans would haunt her for the rest of the days he would be down there, and she knew without a doubt that her own life would be miserable in the next few days without him by her side in this unfamiliar land.

She was already gripped with remorse for intensifying his pain unintentionally by going there in the first place, but she wouldn’t have gone there had she not heard him call her name somehow. The desperation she heard in the tone of voice in her head and the invisible force that had pulled her towards that dark dungeon had led her to him.

Ever since she’d come into this world, she realized she wasn’t pulled to places for no reason. It was like there was something that took her to places she was supposed to be at certain moments, just like when she had been pulled to that mirror and days when she would be teleported in her sleep to see or discover things.

She had learned from experience to trust her instincts and follow them to wherever they led her. And most importantly, her instincts had never been wrong, nor did she think she should ignore the pull she felt toward her husband even as she sat here trying to convince them to let her go to him.

She knew she was just a mere human girl to them, and sometimes she did things impulsively and impatiently without thinking, but this time she was certain about the fact that if they allowed her to go back to her husband, she could at least try to reduce his pain, if not take everything away.

Recalling his amber eyes and how they looked and seemed to plead desperately for her to leave him alone made her want to do something for him. He had done too much for her sake that she believed she would never be able to repay, and perhaps now was the time for her to also do something for him in return. Taking away his pain was worth risking her life for.

Zane seemed to silently contemplate everything as Ave stared at him. He didn’t know if he would be digging his and everyone’s grave by allowing her to go into that dungeon to meet the prince in such a condition where he hardly recognized the people he knew, but he knew one thing—he was willing to do anything for as long as Lucian would be spared the aftermath of his cursed punishment.

Normally, after the days of suffering through such pain, the prince would come out looking like a man beaten so intensely that he would hardly be able to walk for days. He would throw up anything he ate and would remain weak in bed for days, sometimes even weeks, until he recovered his strength again.

And now that they were wanted fugitives in the Empire with an impending plan to conquer back the Empire, if Lucian didn’t recover in time, it might be too late for them to fight the Empress after she would have gotten the chance to make unchangeable changes to the land and destroy many lives. Lucian couldn’t afford to be bedridden for long when many things could go wrong, but then what if Ave was unable to do anything and he ended up killing her in there? What if she died in Lucian’s hands?

Zane wanted to have faith in her, but he feared the worst that could happen if she was unable to do anything and ended up dead instead. Lucian would never be able to forgive himself if he were to kill her. He would be miserable, if not consumed by the very darkness he was trying to fight in that dungeon.

The darkness in him was darker and more dangerous than anything Zane had ever known or seen. He’d seen it once and saw how he’d ripped men apart in their childhood trying to control his bloodlust. His speed was something a bare eye couldn’t keep up with. If Ave were to go in there and he attacked her before she made herself known to him, that would be terrible.

"I’m sorry, Your Highness, I think it’s best we allow him to naturally overcome his pain and curse rather than interfere in it again. No one has ever been able to help the prince with his pains, not even his late mother, and I don’t think any of us can do that," Zane told her after a few moments of silently contemplating everything, while the rest in the room didn’t care about what her decision would be. If she wanted to go, it was fine with them because her death meant nothing to them. Whether she lived or died was not their business, but little did they know it would be their very business if anything were to happen to her in this kingdom or palace, Zane thought.

Ave could tell the royals were not against her going if she wanted to with how they stood quietly at the side watching them. She looked toward Zane with a reassuring smile. "If you know me that well, you’d know that no one can talk me out of what I put my mind to doing. Lucian needs me down there, and I want you to believe that he will not take my life. I have faith in my husband," she told him with certainty in her voice, and when she noticed Zane’s eyes shift to her arm, she knew what he meant even without saying the word and added,

"That won’t happen again. He won’t hurt me again."

"Just let her go," came King Talinor’s resigned voice. If she wanted to walk into her own grave with her own legs, he saw no reason to try to stop her. She was probably tired of living and was looking for an excuse to kill herself. No one can talk a stubborn person out of doing what they put their minds on. He knew that from experience because his sisters were as stubborn as hell, especially Nina. And from experience and what he’d noticed so far about the human girl, she would probably go back there even if no one gave her permission. So why try to stop something that was already a done deal?

Zane looked ready to protest, but Prince Kale interjected calmly, "I’ll escort her into the dungeon, and if I notice things are about to go wrong, I’ll bring her out, and she would never insist on going back in there again. Is that a deal?" He turned to ask her, and Ave nodded without hesitation.

"It’s a deal," she said as she began to push herself out of bed, but Zane said, "I think you should rest for today and go to him tomorrow, you—" He didn’t even get to finish his words because Ave pushed past him and turned to look at Prince Kale.

"Shall we?" When he nodded, she gave Zane’s shoulder a reassuring pat. "I will bring him out, I promise," she said before she left the room with Prince Kale.

A frown settled on Zane’s face. "I hope you also come out alive with him, or we are all dead," he muttered and then went after them to at least stand guard outside until she came out with the prince.

Zane was startled to walk to the dungeon door and see Prince Kale transformed into his wolf form.

Ave stared at him with terrified eyes as she took three involuntary steps backward after he suddenly transformed into a large wolf that was almost the height of her and was three, if not five, times her size. He had brown fur and was staring at her with its brown eyes like expecting her to do something.

"Get on his back," came Prince Acer’s amused voice as he saw the look of shocked terror in her confused blue eyes.

"What?!" Ave exclaimed before she could stop herself and took more steps backward. Her reaction was on impulse and a natural reaction of any sane person seeing a werewolf for the first time. Though she knew he wasn’t going to hurt her, the size of him seemed to bring out the fear she didn’t want to show in her. He was the size of a large bear, for goodness’ sake! How could she get on his back?

"If you don’t get on his back, you’ll take almost forever walking down there to the dungeon. And tell me, if you are this scared of a wolf, how are you going to face the beast in that dungeon?" retorted Prince Elm from the side as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed against his muscular bare chest, where he wore no shirt and his six-pack glimmering abs were revealed.

Ave recalled how it had taken her like forever to walk down there earlier and how long it had taken Zane to bring her out, that by the time they came out, it was already morning. She would admit it was a long walk to the dungeon, and if she was this scared of a wolf, how would she be able to face her husband in his other form without flinching or showing her impulsive fear of him? She didn’t want to show any fear when she would go to him again.

Mustering her courage, Ave took a deep breath and slowly but gradually approached the wolf, who was patiently waiting for her. When she came to stand by its side, she could feel the energy and heat radiating from its thick fur, and she reached out hesitantly to caress its fur, but it let out a displeased, dangerous growl that made her quickly retrieve her hand and step back as it glared darkly at her.

"You won’t want to try that again unless you have no use for your hand. He’s no pet—he’s a wolf with Alpha blood in his veins. Consider yourself fortunate he’s letting a mere human like you near him, let alone on his back," Prince Elm said, his tone laced with amusement as his brother’s wolf growled at her for daring to touch him like a pet. "Now get on, before he changes his mind."