Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 263: The other side of the second prince

After Edward left her in the room, beaten to the point any small movement on the bed opened the torn flesh on her thighs, Ave moaned in agony. She had held in her cries when he was beating her because she had seen in his eyes that he wanted to take satisfaction in her pain and cries. He wanted her to submit to him, but she wasn’t the kind to submit to any man but the man she loved, and even he had never made her submit or do anything she didn’t want.

Lucian was different from all the men of his time. They were animals. He was caring, loving, and had never raised his hands at her or treated her harshly. She’d read a few books in this time to know that husbands have the right to beat their wives into submission if they misbehave or talk back to them, but not once had he ever done that to her, even when she first came here and knew nothing about their rules and acted the way she pleased.

Caelen claimed to love Selene, but he abused her and left her tied there. And now that she was beaten to such a state that her body hurt so bad she could barely breathe properly, she missed her husband so much. If she ever got out of this alive, she would make Edward and Caelan regret it, even if it would mean she would have to make Lucian avenge her.

He had sunk his fangs ruthlessly into her wrist, and she was still bleeding, with her blood trailing down her arm. She’d thought he would suck her dry, as she’d read how they liked witches’ blood, but he had jerked away from her like he’d tasted something hot that burned his tongue.

She had no idea what he meant by her blood being tainted, but she hoped and prayed that would keep the night creatures away from her blood until she got her wit and strength back, and if possible, until her husband came for her, because she had a feeling he would.

Lucian would never rest until he found her, and she trusted he would. But it wouldn’t be easy when the land was surrounded by dark witches who could harm him. He wasn’t immune to spells, and she hoped he wouldn’t act rashly when coming to save her. She would rather he went with his original plan of attacking with the werewolves, no matter how long it would take, than for him to come alone.

Her chemise had stuck to her blood, making it uncomfortable. And as she lay there in pain, she stared at the ceiling, momentarily lost in many thoughts.

She couldn’t help but think about what Edward had said about Lucian’s curse and the reason for it. Lucian had no idea why he was cursed and had to go through such torture every red moon.

He had suffered without knowing his soul in a past life had done something unforgivable—he had killed the daughter of the moon goddess to be immortal and be with his love. How desperate was Roland to be with Rosette that he’d go to such an extent?

No matter how she looked at it, she could never associate her husband with Roland now that she knew why he was cursed.

Would Lucian kill an innocent being to be with her forever? She wondered, and the answer to that question came to her as swiftly as she realized she would also kill to be by his side. He would. He had been cursed into a Lycan for what he did and also to never meet his mate, who happened to be Rosette.

Though she found it complicated and a bit confusing, she hoped that the past would not come to destroy their future and present. Lyria had never spoken of his curse being broken completely or if the moon goddess had forgiven him for the sin he had committed many years ago.

Ave didn’t even want to think of the past at this point. She wanted out of here and wanted to spend every second of her days with Lucian.

Yeah, Roland had gone against everything Rosette believed to be righteous. He had done the complete opposite of what she would have ever thought about doing. He had been selfish and heartless, and with her righteous nature, no wonder she had cursed herself to never be reborn again for him and to keep her powers hidden forever from those who wanted to use them for greed after sealing the night creatures.

But just like Roland, Lyria had played with time and had done something to rebirth Rosette’s essence and also brought her to Lucian to save him from his curse, and Ave was more than grateful that she didn’t have the righteousness Rosette had to want to punish her husband for his sin.

If she had been Rosette, she would have tainted her powers in the past to grant her lover what would keep him with her forever rather than allow him to suffer with the fears of leaving her when death would snatch him away.

There were things love could make one do, and you wouldn’t realize how bad it was until you’d done it. If Edward had told her all about what Roland had done because he believed she would hate Lucian for it, he was dead wrong about it.

She held nothing against him. And as she felt herself slipping into the oblivion of unconsciousness, she smiled bitterly and whispered,

"Hurry up, love. I can barely keep this up if he decides to beat me like this every day until you come for me..." If only she could save herself. Ave fell into unconsciousness.

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Lucian felt the sharp pain that pierced his heart again when he felt her longing for him; however, it was sharp and intense this time around that he could barely breathe.

He had just suffered from unbearable pain in his thighs that had made him fall from his horse and groan in pain. Since the day he was born into this world, apart from the pain of the red moon nights, he had not felt a pain that would make him show it to others. He knew without a doubt that this pain didn’t belong to him; it was coming from his wife. She was going through it, and it was transmitting to him through the mark.

Lucian almost went crazy when he realized she was being whipped. He’d lost it and had grabbed a random guard by his neck to demolish his anger before he would jeopardize the plan they had worked on to go and rescue his wife. Then he would get everything finished once and for all and take the throne.

That day, he had been ready to charge into the capital and take back his wife, but Talinor and his brothers had caught up to him and held him back. He hadn’t wanted to listen to them, but they had reasoned everything with him. He could not go alone into the capital without men.

Dark witches were guarding every nook of the palace, and it almost seemed like it was a trap to get him to walk into it to rescue his wife. There could be spells cast on the grounds, and due to his rage, he could walk straight into them. He would lose his life and, yet, his wife’s.

He had been forced into doing everything as their initial plan. His wife’s life was more important than anything to him, and for her sake, he had relaxed a bit to arrange their men. Now, they were more than halfway to the imperial palace, and Lucian had sent a few men to go on and see what they were up against at the border before they would charge in.

The more he felt her pain and longing, the more he was becoming impatient to get to her. He had felt her tears last night as well. She had been disgusted, repulsed, and cold. He had felt everything, and then he’d felt her anger and helplessness. He’d sworn savagely when all her emotions raged in him like they were his.

He wanted to kill, and he would. Once he got there, he would kill every single one of the people who touched her. He’d give them the worst death in history until they regretted every second of causing his wife to go through such pain and emotions.

His hands itched to strangle someone after the pain in his thighs subsided.

"What’s the state?" Lucian thundered when he found his footing again. He couldn’t wait any longer.

"The border and the path to the imperial palace are clear, but we believe it might be a trap," said one of the men who had returned from checking their path. It was completely unusual for the path to be free of soldiers when the Empress knew they would attack at any time after holding the second prince’s wife. It could only mean that they were expecting them and had set their traps down as well.

Lucian’s murderous eyes turned darker at those words. For the past two days of their journey, none of the men had dared to approach him or even meet his eyes. His temper snapped every now and then, and he sometimes strangled the closest person to him to quench his anger. He had almost killed one of the werewolf soldiers yesterday when he grabbed him by the neck in a moment of rage.

Now, even though they were reporting to him, they stood at a distance for fear of getting killed. Not even Prince Acer and Elm could approach him.

"We can’t stand here any longer. We will move now!" Lucian declared firmly.

"But, Your Highness, it will be a risk we are taking. We might lose many men walking into this blindly!" The commander of the northern pack, who had been ordered by their Alpha to follow the prince to war and led their soldiers, said hesitantly, his voice trembling slightly under Lucian’s lethal gaze and his overwhelming presence that made the winter air feel suffocating and thick with tension.

Lucian’s amber eyes, now darkened to near black, locked onto the soldier, freezing him in place.

"Do you think I care about your lives?" Lucian remarked emotionlessly. "If it takes the death of half of these six hundred men to breach the imperial palace and bring my wife back, so be it. Your lives are inconsequential compared to hers."

The commander flinched at the heartlessness of such words but gathered the courage to continue because he didn’t want to lose his men for not having a solid plan, albeit shakily. "Without a plan, the Empress might have traps—witches, spells—we could lose more than half our forces, and then..."

"Silence!" He stepped forward, his imposing figure towering over the tall man. "If you value your life, you will speak no more of ’what we might lose.’ I will walk into that palace, I will rip apart anyone who stands in my way, and I will take her back. And if you or anyone else dares to question me again, I will not wait for the enemy to take your life—I’ll do it myself."

The soldiers exchanged nervous glances but dared not speak further. Lucian’s chest heaved with unbridled fury, his rage palpable in the tense silence.

"I will lead," he continued. "I have the blood of witches running through my veins. If there are spells or traps, I will handle them. You are here to follow orders, not to think. If any of you hesitate when the time comes, I’ll consider you no better than the enemy, and I’ll deal with you as such."

"But—" Zane, who had been standing at a distance from Lucian since the day Ave had been taken, tried to interject, but Prince Acer grabbed his arm and shook his head, silencing him. He decided not to speak again.

Lucian was far consumed by his determination to get his wife back that he had become unfeeling for the lives of others. He had not for once spoken to Zane since they left Nazia, and whenever Zane tried to approach him, he would warn him.

"Don’t. Not until I find Aveline, you are not to come near me. I don’t want to hurt you or take your life."

Zane knew when to listen. He had stepped back from Lucian since then and instead traveled beside Acer and Elm. But now that he watched his friend act unlike himself, he couldn’t help but fear for what would happen if the Empress decided to kill Ave before they got there.

Lucian would kill them all.

Lucian’s gaze swept over his men, daring anyone else to speak. When none did, he turned on his heel, heading toward the front of the group. His voice came out in a final, commanding roar.

"We march now. Prepare yourselves. The Empress and her people will soon regret the day they thought they could take what is mine."

The men followed reluctantly, their unease evident in their cautious steps. Prince Acer and Elm exchanged grim looks, knowing there was no reasoning with Lucian in this state. He was no longer just a prince or a leader—he was a man possessed, and anyone in his way, friend or foe, would feel the wrath of his desperation.