Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 271: Uncontrollable feelings

"I’m fine, I can take care of myself," she said bristly, without intending to sound indifferent to his genuine concern. It wasn’t his fault that she was like this, but she hated the feeling she was having and would rather not be touched until she could face him without any guilt or shame.

The feeling she felt now was so similar to when she was little, and she hated herself after whatever she was forced to do by James, and just like then, she didn’t want to be touched by any other person again.

She felt like if anyone touched her, she might throw up; the thought alone made her shiver. She didn’t want to hate her husband’s touch, but she felt too dirty, as though no amount of scented baths could wash her off until these ugly bruises that reminded her of everything that happened faded away with all the terrible memories.

Seeing the look of hurt cross her husband’s face at her unusual behavior, she quickly tried to amend it by forcing a smile and asking, "For how long have I been asleep?"

Lucian could feel her emotions; she didn’t want his touch. It stabbed him right in the heart, but also feeling that she hated herself for moving away from him like that, he tried to act like it didn’t hurt him and pretended like everything was fine.

"A day. You’ve been unconscious since yesterday afternoon," he told her quietly, holding back the urge to crush her back into his arms and hold her longer than she had permitted just now.

Ave nodded softly. She knew she hadn’t been unconscious for long because everything still felt fresh in her mind and body. It was like it had happened just this morning. If she had known she’d wake up feeling this miserable and unlike herself, she’d have willed herself to remain unconscious for a few more days until everything felt like a distant memory.

She didn’t even want Lucian to look at her face, but he was doing just that at this very moment. She wasn’t looking at his face and kept her head bent but could feel his eyes on the top of her head like a hawk. He’d slipped his hands into his pockets and stood silently until she finally broke the uncomfortable silence, realizing how quiet the palace was.

"What happened yesterday? I mean about the war and the Empress..." She looked up at his face and felt even more guilty for pushing him away like she did, but she needed space to heal both emotionally and physically to be able to let him touch her without her feeling the way she did or recoiling. She felt like shit standing before gold. And she felt dizzy and damn tired! Her legs were no different from jelly.

Lucian saw how she was standing, leaning against the vanity table for support. Her body wasn’t strong enough to be out of the comfort of the mattress.

He wanted to hold her in his arms and give her the strength to recover quickly; to kiss her, bask in each others warmth, and feel the tenderness she gave him. He longed to feel her body in the intimate ways they had before, to help her heal faster, and to make long, passionate love to her.

He hadn’t done that in so long. They had been apart for almost two weeks. They had been through a lot, and he had left in the middle of a royal meeting when he felt she was awake and raced here, only to realize his wife would need time to heal to allow him back to her like they were before.

Her bond to him wasn’t as strong as his to her because she wasn’t his kind to share the mate connection. Any minute apart from her was torture to him, but he was willing to take that for as long as it would take for her to heal and get back to herself again. But what he wouldn’t take was watching her push herself way past the limit her body permitted.

"I will tell you everything, but first, you have to be in bed," he said gently as he moved to carry her. She hastily stepped back, but then, as if realizing what she had done, she looked up at him and smiled faintly. "All right," she said and then turned and hurried, despite the pain in her thighs, to the bed.

He just watched her with blank expression and a persistent lump rising in his throat without a word. Once she put herself to bed and pulled the blanket to cover herself up to her torso, he walked up to her.

"You need to eat and—" he began to say as he reached to ring for a maid, but Ave hurriedly said, "I will eat after you tell me everything." freёwebnoѵel.com

She didn’t think she could stomach any food at this point where even talking alone hurt her cheeks and jaw. She wanted to know if everything had been settled and if they wouldn’t have to fight another war again. She didn’t think she could take another war after yesterday’s, where many had died.

Sighing, Lucian sat down at the edge of the bed, away from her side so she wouldn’t jump away from him again. "I killed Caelan," he began and noticed how she shuddered and paled slightly at the mention of the name.

The bastard had scarred his wife in a way not even his own touch seemed enough to heal it. Lucian’s hands balled up as he wished with everything in him that he could turn back time and rekill his brother, only this time he would do it slowly and make him suffer until he begged to be killed.

"Go on..." she mused softly when Lucian went silent. She couldn’t help the shudder that went through her at the mention of Caelan’s name. His name brought back the memories of how helpless she had been in his hands, how he had first lain atop her when she was chained and kissed her with force, and then when he had stripped her clothes away and touched her in ways that made her hate herself.

However, she forced those memories aside as she noticed her husband studying her expression like he was trying to read every thought that went through her mind.

"I killed Edward afterwards..." He told her how he had been attacked unexpectedly by Edward when he was carrying her back from the tower chamber.

Edward had been a fool to think that he could fight him in his night creature form. Lucian had gently put Ave aside along with Caelan’s head and faced the man. It had been a heated fight that destroyed that part of the palace. It hadn’t been easy killing the man.

When Lucian finally managed to pin Edward down under his hind legs, the man had bared his bloody fangs and laughed. "You might succeed in killing me, Lucian, but remember your biggest enemy is the Moon Goddess! She won’t grant you a happily-ever-after for killing her daughter; your sin is far greater than—" Lucian didn’t allow him to finish before ripping off his head.

Whatever nonsense the man was spouting, Lucian had no interest in listening. Yes, he was cursed by a damn moon goddess, but not even she would retell his story in this lifetime. He had his mate and a life, and whatever had made her cursed his ascendant, he wouldn’t allow it to affect his future with his mate. His life was his to control.

He’d felt good killing Edward because he had been one of those who made his mother’s life hell in the palace. His body had been burned to ashes right there and then by Lucian. Showing the third prince’s head to the fighting soldiers had brought an end to the war because they knew the meaning of it. Any soldiers that still insisted on standing on the losing party would be charged with treason and killed along with their entire family.

"What about the Empress?" Ave asked as she heard that Edward had been killed.

The Empress was the main target that needed to be eliminated as even in the future Ave had lived, it had been said that her son was killed, and after his death, she had been blinded by grief that pushed her into destroying an entire empire. Her death was the one that would change this history from going the same way it had before.

Lucian was silent for some moments before he replied to her question. "She got away before anyone could get to her. But I have sent men to look for her."

The cunning woman had left the palace even before the war had stopped, and Lucian had searched the entire palace for her, but it was obvious she had left it a long time ago.

Ave felt her stomach twist into a knot at the thought that the Empress had gotten away. It wasn’t good at all; she could still ruin their world and come back for vengeance.

"You needn’t worry about her doing anything. She is powerless without her Empress title, and I will stop at nothing until I get her," Lucian assured when he felt the turmoil in Ave’s mind. He knew about the future history she’d told him about, but he would never rest until he’d killed the woman before she would dare come back for any vengeance.

Seeing that his wife still looked a bit worried, he leaned forward and reached out his hand and placed it against hers that rested on her lap. She looked at him sharply for a moment, but then her expression softened again, and when she didn’t pull her hand away from his, Lucian felt relief wash over him, and he tightened his fingers against hers to reassure her.

"Now that you’ve killed him..." Ave said quietly, "will you be crowned the Emperor?" She asked, looking up at his face and then down at his large hand still covering hers.

"There are still a few things left for me to do before I’ll be crowned." He told her as he slowly inched closer to her.

"Things like what?" She asked. He told her.

He needed to come to terms with Alden before he would be given the crown of the Empire. He had gone to meet the first prince this morning after making sure his wife had gotten all the treatment she needed. Alden had been stabbed in the side yesterday and was one of the many men who were also receiving treatment.

There was still the air of hostility and resentment between them when they met, but it hadn’t been as strong as it was in the past. Alden had fought by his side, but that didn’t mean they were completely okay.

"What did Alden say?" Ave asked when Lucian told her about the condition of him being crowned.

"He doesn’t want the throne for as long as I wouldn’t take away his command of the Pendragon army and allow him to keep his current position. He also gave me the condition of bringing his sister back to the palace and making sure no scandal would break out about her marriage to the old minister who took her away. Only with her back can I take the throne."

Ave couldn’t help but feel for Thalia. She had been forced into a marriage to an old man, and her brother wanted nothing but to bring her back. Thinking about Thalia, Ave recalled something and hurriedly turned to ask, "What about the fourth consort? Is she alright? I saw her..."

"Don’t worry. She is fine. She’s still unconscious though because the injury was to her head, but the doctor said she would be fine. I have sent for men to go and bring back the others from Nazia," he assured her and watched as her eyes filled with tears all of a sudden at the mention of Nazia.

Lucian kicked off his shoes and got onto the bed to sit next to her before he hesitantly pulled her against his chest. Thank the heavens, she didn’t pull away and turned into his chest as she sobbed.

"Nadia... she didn’t survive, did she?" she asked as emotions choked her until her voice came out small.

A lot had happened that she hadn’t gotten to ask that question. And Lucian’s long silence made it clear that she had not survived it.

"I could have saved her..." she cried, recalling how she had been taken before she could go back to the palace. She had saved Alden, and though it had weakened her, it hadn’t killed her. She felt Lucian’s arm tighten around her shoulder.

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