Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 268: Wild soul

Ave stared back at him, and for a moment, it felt like time had frozen around them, leaving them as the only ones in existence.

She wasn’t sure what to feel, watching him kill like that. She wasn’t scared, nor did the sight extinguish any of the love she felt for him. Instead, she was caught somewhere between surprise and a slight tremor of unease. It wasn’t the killing that shook her—it was seeing him like this, in the full light of day. She had never seen him in this form so clearly, not even when she had gone down into the dungeon in Nazia to meet him that day, and not even when she saw him as beasty.

Now, as she watched him stand on his hind legs, his massive frame towering over everything, and his burning amber eyes blazing against the thick fur surrounding them, she found herself more fascinated than afraid.

Her gaze lingered on the powerful muscles rippling beneath his fur, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to touch him in this form, to stand before him without fear.

Lucian’s thoughts, however, were an entirely different storm. When he heard her gasp of shock in his head and felt her presence, he immediately looked up at her, his form stilling. For a moment, he was certain she was horrified by the sight of him. The way her eyes had widened, the strange look on her face—it all screamed repulsion to him.

The day he had parted from her in Nazia, he had avoided transforming in her presence. Despite her acceptance of what he was, he couldn’t bring himself to show her his true form in the light of day. He knew how complex the human mind could be—how easily it could change. What if seeing him as he truly was altered the way she felt about him? The thought had haunted him.

The past days without her had been nothing short of hell, and now, after enduring so much, he had allowed her to see him in this form. Though it wasn’t the right time to for such thoughts when they were surrounded by enemies, he couldn’t help but wonder if this would be the moment everything changed, the moment her acceptance faltered.

The very idea that she might despise him now, that she might see him as nothing more than the beast everyone else feared, made something deep within him twist painfully and made him want to burn every single person around him.

But then, before his self-loathing could sink its claws deeper into him, she suddenly yelled out. He frowned because her words were lost to him amidst the ringing in his ears and the chaotic battle around them, but her expression had shifted. It wasn’t fear he saw—it was urgency. She was trying to warn him, her focus not on him but on something beyond him.

He only realized too late what she had been shouting about when he saw her lift her bow. The string twanged, and an arrow shot past him, embedding itself in the chest of a soldier who had been creeping up behind him with a blade raised.

For a moment, Lucian couldn’t move, his amber eyes locked on the soldier’s fallen body with his sword that was marred with something reddish brown.

He didn’t have to examine it to know it must be some sort of poison to kill him. Slowly, his gaze shifted back to Ave. She was breathing hard, her bow still raised, her sharp eyes filled with determination and... something else. Something that wasn’t fear or disgust. She even waved her hand for him to resume his battle and then blew him a kiss. His heart skipped a beat, and his loins felt hot as he realized she didn’t love him any less because she’d witnessed him kill in a brutal way.

Ave knew without a doubt what was going on in the head of her husband without hearing him voice it out; he still feared she despised his other form. He would be surprised if she told him she wanted to get to know his other form.

However, that could wait until after this hell was over. She assured him with her airy kisses that she would never despise him were he to be the devil from hell. She loved him with all of her heart, and she smiled when she watched him resume fighting after he let out a roar in her direction.

"I love you too," she whispered under her breath, surprised by the fact that she had understood his roars even though he had not spoken in words. She’d heard his "I love you" in her head and whispered a reply.

Watching him resume his fight with calculating eyes as she tried to tear apart Alden’s soldiers from the Empress, she could easily distinguish Lucian’s men, as they were not in human form but in wolf form.

She was certain her husband would win this fight with the way things were going. However, she noticed something among the men. Apart from the soldiers fighting, there were a few who seemed to be targeting only Lucian, many of them hiding—some with arrows, others with swords.

It seemed the Empress had a plan B after she’d lost custody of her. They wanted to use her as bait to kill Lucian before, and now that she had slipped through their hands, they were aiming for him as he fought.

The Pendragon palace was one of the biggest palaces Ave had ever seen or heard of, both in real life and in history. The premises were as vast as a whole city. Thus, the thousands, if not more, soldiers had the field to fight. It was no different from a battlefield from up here, and with her sharper senses, she could see the men lurking to get Lucian amidst the war.

Muttering a silent curse, Ave took it upon herself to shoot down the men she saw were targeting only Lucian.

Though he dodged many of the arrows coming his way, she didn’t want to take any chances of him getting hurt. They seemed hell-bent on getting to him, and that made her all the more determined to shoot them down before they could hit him unexpectedly. She didn’t trust their weapons not to be laced with poison.

The war raged on for so long that Ave lost track of time and even ran out of arrows. However, she used her powers to retrieve more arrow bags from the horses’ sides of the dead soldiers. All she had to do was stare hard at the object she wanted, and it would come flying toward her.

She was slowly getting the hang of her powers. However, the downside was that the more she used them, the weaker she became, and it reached a point where they even stopped working and an arrow bag fell midway towards her back to the ground.

She was becoming lightheaded and was feeling dizzy, but she kept on targeting and shooting her last arrow bag from the roof. She used her practice to shoot down the moving men, while occasionally shaking her head to get the fog out of her brain and not faint at this very moment.

She began to see black dots in her vision, and her target turned clumsy. She moved back to rest against the stone wall, and when she looked back down, Lucian was also staggering on his feet and was looking up at her. Though he was in his Lycan form, she saw the concern and worry in his eyes.

She wanted to assure him that she was fine, but her vision of him began to blur. She shook her head to clear it. One moment he was down there looking up at her; the next moment, she saw him dashing into the building. He was coming for her.

She fell back against the wall, and Seraphina, who had been crouching in the corner, rushed to her, asking if she was feeling fine. Ave was going to open her mouth to reply when the door of the tower roof was kicked open.

At first, she thought it was Lucian and was surprised he had come up this fast, only to see the last person she wanted to meet ever again.

It was Caelan and a dozen of other men behind him. He looked mad, and his eyes were masked with his fury as he ordered his men to take her.

They moved forward and grabbed her each by the arm and began to pull her away, and Seraphina, who tried to interfere, received a kick from Caelan that made her fall back and hit her head hard against the stone wall.

She didn’t get up again, and Ave noticed blood staining the snow around her head as they dragged her out of the door. Her struggling to get away and check on the woman was useless because she was already weakened and had not recovered from using her powers to save the first prince’s life.

Ave struggled all the way down the crooked stone, narrow stairs that led to the roof. She tried to kick and grit her teeth for them to let her go, and when she succeeded in twisting herself sideways and hitting one of the men in the groin, she yanked free from the other one holding her and turned in a way that she sent him falling back with a leg kick against Caelan and the other men.

Then she began to limply run down the stairs. However, she didn’t go far before she was blocked by a bunch of Caelan’s men at the end of the stairs.

She couldn’t go back nor forward; there were men coming from behind her and many now blocking her front. Nonetheless, Ave didn’t let them grab her before she used her powers to strangle them. Their feet left the ground, and they were suspended midair as they struggled to breathe.

She could only attack two of the men at once, and even then, she had no idea how she was capable of doing it in her current weakened state. Due to her lack of knowledge about how to use her powers—because most of them were locked away—she was soon apprehended again by the rest of Caelan’s men at his orders.

"Bring the bitch in here!" he barked the orders at his men, who dragged her into the chamber he walked into. By the time they dragged her into the room, she could barely stand on her feet and fell to the floor when they released her.

She was bleeding again from her injured thighs because of the intense struggles she had endured. The men locked the door and stood guard as Caelan knelt down to meet her face. Though he was smiling, Ave saw the anger in his brown eyes as he stared down at her.

"You are one wild soul, aren’t you?" he said as he grabbed a fistful of her hair roughly.

"I never believed Mother when she told me you are not my Selene, and all those times you kicked and pushed me away, I thought it was because you were still mad at me for leaving you in that inn that day. Not once did I want to believe that you do not love me anymore. But now I can see why...because you are not her," he said, his smile falling away as he tightened his hold on her hair to release his pent-up anger at the realization that his woman was lost to a wild soul like this foul-mouthed, rebellious wench!

When his mother had told him few days ago that this woman wasn’t the same Selene he once knew because her soul had been replaced, he’d scoffed in her face and laughed because he believed she and her brother were only looking for ways to make him move on from Selene and give his boring, naive wife all his attention. They wanted him to sire an heir, so he had naturally assumed they had made that up.

A part of him somewhat believed them when he recalled how she would glare at him whenever they locked eyes instead of blushing lovingly like she used to in the past, and those days she had knocked him unconscious without a care in the world.

A part of him doubted it, but then he didn’t want to believe it, even when she had said those words to him when she was chained to the bed. She had taunted him, insulted him, and even dared to compare him to that bastard—something his Selene would never do!

However, today when he watched from his tower—where his mother ordered him to stay until the war was over, with more than hundreds of men guarding him to keep him safe—he had watched from afar as the redheaded woman shot down men with arrows like someone who had done it a thousand times before. She had even blown kisses to the monster in the middle of the battle. Selene would never have done that.

Selene could not even hold a knife, not to mention use a bow. He had realized, even though heartbroken and shattered, that this woman wasn’t his Selene.

He had taken the throne only to possess Selene and make Lucian regret all the days he put him down, but he was failing miserably at it all. His mother had ordered men to take him out of the palace through the back entrance as the battle was getting out of hand after this bitch had escaped them.

However, Caelan wouldn’t be caught running away—not until he’d settled some score with this bitch, who was glaring heatedly at him despite the fact that she was at his mercy.

She had fought like no other woman he had seen before, and that irked him because she was everything Selene wasn’t. He wanted his woman back, and he could only get her back through this rebellious soul residing in her body. He knew he should take the woman to his mother to end this war and kill Lucian, but he knew if he did that, he would not be getting back his Selene. freēnovelkiss.com