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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.

normal coma,

frowned slightly. “Normal healing won’t have much effect… Do you mean there are

“Maybe. A very

how little hope there was,

“Dottie, explain,” I demanded.

into him. His body isn’t able to re- store what was

mean, I can return the life back

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

head and sighed, “That wasn’t what I meant. I

knew. I learned from tears and blood. Why would that heartless beast ever want

suppose it is up to me then. What do you know about your ancestor, King

implied she expected me to know more. To

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

legend,” Dottie ex- plained, “King Lycaon wasn’t the only child

had we ever heard that

of similarities, Morrighan and Lycaon were totally opposite. Well, at least their

leaned over, dabbing his lips with a moist cloth, wetting them so that they wouldn’t crack

Moon Goddess divided this world in two. The realm of light was given to Morrighan, the White Queen, and all of her descendants. The realm of shadow was

my lips together and motioned

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

sank more. I didn’t need another reminder of what

think a descendent of White Queen Morrighan could return Warren’s life essence then?” Ciana asked quickly, as

you were born, have you

world, like the

“Whatever that means.”

is no way to save Warren,”

my chest

so fast. What I wanted to tell you was perhaps King

could read the look on Jake’s face. We both knew my bastard of a father would never lift a finger for

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 King’s descendants could do, maybe there was a way for me to do

history lesson. Nothing she’d said had been action- able, with the

sighed and rubbed her hands on her thighs. I got the sense that she was about to tell me something my father didn’t want me to know. Something that she

tending to the sick and injured, she probably heard a

I repeated the ques- tion

there might be a way, but I don’t know that for sure. There is a legend that 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. The story does not say how it

kind of knowl- edge?” I stared at her, pressing her, “Dottie, what else are

was weighing whether she should tell

she worked for the crown, but

siblings and myself were

you watched us grow up. Warren… is a kind soul. Help us,

trouble if this gets into an-

my word

fell into silence and I gave her time to consider. Ciana and Jake were also

deep breath and

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

the king to his successor, but that was more like a symbol of power. To my knowledge, it doesn’t have any

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

“What’s the real artifact?”

“It’s a scroll.”