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Chapter 101 The White Queen and the Dark King

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Her warm lips captivated me, moving so slowly and entic- ingly against mine. Her arms around my neck held me close and her breasts moved against my chest with each breath. I lifted my hands to pull her closer and stopped, clenching them into fists.

How easily I could forget myself and stay in her embrace with her warm, comforting lips. As Tallis, I had been able to lie to myself that as long as I was careful, I wouldn’t hurt her.

But Maggie and Warren had reminded me of just how un- predictable and dangerous I was with their own lives!

I used all of my strength to leave those two soft, alluring lips, but the moment our kiss broke, I regretted it.

Her back was against the wall, her cheeks were pink and her sweet breath was rapid.

My eyes locked on her watery blue orbs and couldn’t move away. Under her gentle gaze, the cold and rigid shells that had been sealing around my heart for years started to break down, revealing my extravagant desire to seek warmth and…love.

But how could I?

I took a step away, but I couldn’t peel my eyes off her.

She had a light blush on her cheeks and I tried so hard to not pull her back.

I took a deep, trembling breath and steadied myself. In- side, I felt like I could explode at any moment, but after seeing Warren lying there, I couldn’t let myself lose control like that again.

‘Alpha, Dottie is here.’ Jake’s mindlink dragged me back to eality. A few moments later, he reappeared, and behind him was Dottie.

“Your Highness.” Dottie lowered her head as a brief greet- ng and I gestured to her to check on Warren.

“Oh Goddess…” She put down her medicine case and started her routine immediately.

I caught Ciana’s eye for a moment and she gave me an encouraging look before she followed Dottie to Warren’s side.

My brother was still pale and pasty. Unlike before, now he was shivering a little even though Dottie had covered him in thick, down comforters. His eyes were closed, and every now and then, he winced and gasped.

Otherwise, his breathing was even.

Dottie put a wet cloth on his forehead and then put her fingers at his wrist, taking his pulse.

I swallowed into a tight, constricted throat as I stared at his unconscious form. The frown on Dottie’s face told me he wasn’t doing well.

Ciana went to the edge of the bed and took Warren’s hand. Under any other circumstances, the worry in her eyes might have sparked jealousy in me, but now, I wished I could provide some type of comfort to him as well.

My gaze fell on my hands, which were inside a pair of gloves again. They were only capable of killing and destroy- ing. They would never provide comfort.

What a pair of fucking hideous hands! I hid them in my pockets so that I didn’t need to see them.

“How is he?” Ciana asked Dottie, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.

“He’s in bad shape,” Dottie said somberly.

“How bad?”

“He won’t wake up on his own. He will stay like this and get worse,” Dottie explained, her eyes darkened as she went back to tending to Warren.

“Is there… What can we do for him?” Ciana’s voice was trembling, taking the bad news in with great difficulty.

“Nothing to my knowledge. This is not a normal coma, Miss, and therefore normal healing won’t have much

much effect… Do you

A very slight

matter how little hope there was, it

“Dottie, explain,” I demanded.

Prince Warren’s core life essence. In order for him to recover and awaken, he needs new essence poured back into him. His body isn’t able to re- store what was taken on its own. It must be replaced by an outside source.” She

can return the life back to him?!

was the case, if I could, then wouldn’t all of my problems go

and sighed, “That wasn’t what I meant. I wish it was

blood. Why would that heartless beast ever

suppose it is up to me then. What do you

I said, but the look on Dottie’s face implied she expected me to know more.

jumped in. “…and the sole ruler of Egoren. We were all

small part of the legend,” Dottie ex- plained, “King

Nowhere had we ever heard that part of

to her Sacred Twins, Morrighan and Lycaon. However, unlike normal twins who shared lots of similarities, Morrighan and Lycaon were totally opposite. Well, at least their powers were. Their powers repre- sented two sides of a coin. Brightness and darkness, light and shadow…” She turned her head and glanced at me to finish. her sentence,

Dottie leaned over, dabbing his lips with a moist

two. The realm of light was given to Morrighan, the White Queen, and all

and motioned for Dottie

to give. Give life, rejuvenate, and create. The Dark King’s power, on the other hand,

need another reminder of

Ciana asked quickly, as if she wasn’t worried about

another sigh. “But young lady, ever since you were born, have you

world, like

“Whatever that means.”

no way to save Warren,” Ciana muttered, despair

chest

tell you was

both knew my bastard of a father would never

I want to know more about what my father might be able to do,” I said. I wasn’t done with her story. If it was something the Dark

important history lesson. Nothing she’d said had been action- able, with the exception of my father might know

thighs. I got the sense that she was about to tell me something my father didn’t want

long time. While tending to the sick and injured, she probably heard a lot of things, just as an unseen

I repeated the ques-

says one of the dark kings, hun- dreds of years ago, was able to save his wife by sharing his life with her. It returned her longevity.

has that kind of knowl- edge?” I stared

was weighing whether she should

the crown, but she was one of the very few that had shown genuine

siblings and myself were treated

watched us grow up. Warren…

in trouble if this gets into an- other pair of

word to

her time to consider. Ciana and

took a deep breath and looked me in the

pack has a sacred artifact. Do you know what the Royal artifact

heirloom. It’s a necklace that gets passed down from the king to his successor, but that was more

head. “That’s because it’s not the real ar- tifact. It’s a secret

“What’s the real artifact?”

“It’s a scroll.”