Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Beta in a Rut (II)

Yes, a mate," Swan repeated while gazing at the lake. "Gale told me that in your culture, mating means that we are going to be in a monogamous relationship for the rest of our lives. But since he is cursed, he still needs to mark other women after me. You are not cursed, that means you will only have one mate, right?"

"Y-yes, Princess. I... I will only have one mate that I can mark..." Rock answered while staring at Swan’s nape which had a permanent bite mark on it, a sign that she was His Majesty’s mate.

Despite knowing that, his mind was still clouded. He shook his head repeatedly, but still couldn’t get that dirty thought out of his mind.

He looked down and realized that he was hard.

’What is happening to me?! Why am I hard?!’ Rock panicked as he was losing control over his own body.

He might be young and had high vigor as a strong werewolf, but he knew how to control himself until now.

’Damn it! Damn, what is wrong with me!?’

Rock bit his lower lip until it bled as if to suppress himself, but as time passed, his brain turned to mush and he almost couldn’t differentiate between reality and fantasy anymore.

Meanwhile, Swan was oblivious the whole time.

She smiled when she heard that Rock could only mark one woman. She had relaxed her guard towards Rock after talking with him the whole day.

The cat maids said that Rock would be around her age if he was a human, and thus there was less pressure between them.

On top of that, Rock was a cheerful young man, which made it less stressful talking to him compared to Gale, since the latter always had that regal aura befitting of a king.

Swan slowly began to consider Rock as a friend, or at least an acquaintance she could speak with.

"Then your mate must’ve been a lucky woman," Swan said. "To have someone only for yourself... that’s so romantic, don’t you think?"

Of course, Swan had no intention of keeping Gale all for herself. She was grateful enough to be allowed to live for an indefinite amount of time until Gale needed her for a sacrifice.

She was simply fantasizing about the idea of having a husband all for herself.

It didn’t need to be Gale.

Just someone who would accept her for who she truly was, and wouldn’t hurt her.

’If only I could be that lucky girl. If I can be like Aria, who’s always loved and will marry a good man in the future. What a beautiful life would that be?’

"Have you found your mate, Rock?" Swan asked again, but this time she got no answer for some reason. She began to worry, thinking that she might’ve overstepped and acted too casual with him. "S-sorry, I didn’t mean to ask too much. I was... I was stupid. Please forgive me..."

He gained some clarity despite his strange rut, he took another step and said, "I-I’m sorry, Princess. I don’t know. I-I don’t understand why I am in a rut. Something is wrong with me!"

"ARGH!" Rock was trying his best to fight the urge, but he felt like his consciousness was slowly crushed with each second passed. "Leave! You need to leave, Princess!"

Swan snapped out of her fear and tried her best to crawl away from Rock, whose eyes had gone completely white. She learned that Rock had lost control over himself once again, especially when he bared his fangs at her while watching her crawl away pitifully.

"Mate... MY MATE!" Rock howled, and his howl filled the night, alerting everyone in the castle. Then, he lunged towards Swan, ready to mark this woman as his own.

Swan froze on the spot, too stunned to move as she could only stare at the wolf who lunged towards her with his mouth wide open and his claws unsheathed.

She felt the world was slowing down, and her heart ached at the thought that this would be her end.

It would be better if she was just killed, but judging from Rock’s condition, it was obvious that she would get raped and then killed.

Even if Rock didn’t kill her, Gale would, because she would be deemed to be too dirty to be touched.

She realized her fate had been sealed, so she closed her eyes as she braced for the pain. She wasn’t religious, but facing death, she prayed to the goddess that was worshiped by the people in Holy Achate.

’Oh revered Goddess Asmara, give me your light and protect me from evil!’