Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

(Eli)

Five days ago…

“How did you think your jacket landed in my room?” I asked Terrence while we were in the basement.

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“That was what I wanted to know as well,” he answered while catching his breath. “The last time I saw it was during Lizbeth’s wedding preparations. Dale called her last minute; told her he couldn’t come because Creed had urgent tasks for him. I went with her for the food testing. It was a cold night. I lent the jacket to her.”

“When was that?”

Terrence mentioned the date that my hunter turned my room upside down.

“There is something that I haven’t told Creed, you know. I didn’t have the chance because Dale was always with him. They are a package deal in every meeting. Before that, I want you to know that I am not saying this to ruin anyone’s image. I care about Creed and Lizbeth’s pack, I really do. And I did treat Dale as a friend.”

The eye of the new blood.

Mom had told me about that a few times before, explaining it was one of our goddess-given abilities. She could no longer use it, saying that her time had passed. But she said when I was ready, the ‘eye of the new blood’ would activate on its own.

And she warned me about its consequences. Because the eye would ruin relationships. It would reveal the truth, but it would destroy beliefs. It would break hearts the way hers did during her time as a tamer.

Right now, Terrence was glowing in pure blue light.

Safe.

I didn’t know where that word came from, but that was the first thing that occurred to me when I saw it.

And so. I encouraged him to speak some more. “Go on. I’m listening.”

“Creed and I have been to Morinthia, Dale’s hometown. He brought us there for his nana’s birthday. It was a festive place. Everyone was nice, that’s why I don’t know why something felt wrong. A week later, I returned to that place and there was nothing there. No village, no houses, no people, no scenery that Creed and I saw before. Morinthia was… a massive, abandoned graveyard.”

Terrence looked puzzled. “The trees were dead and there seemed to be no one else who ever came to visit the place. I brought two of my packmates with me there but the next day, they fell sick. I told Creed that we should go back to Morinthia to check the place. We did and the village and people were there again. They welcomed us with open arms, and he looked at me like I was out of my mind, and told me to quit playing tricks on him.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “I thought I was going crazy back then. When I returned for the fourth time, Morinthia was a goddamn graveyard all over again. I thought something was going on with Dale’s family. I thought it was something that he couldn’t tell his alpha and so I told him he could count on me, and he came to Creed instead, submitted his resignation, believing he was unworthy to stay in their pack because a prince like me was doubting him.”

Terrence sounded like he was pouring out years’ worth of frustration.

“Creed hated my guts back then; he thought I was purposely driving a wedge between them because I was rebelling. Of course, he didn’t accept his beta’s resignation, and he didn’t invite me over his packhouse again and so I stopped pushing it. It was a difficult time since everything I did could come back to me.”

My brows furrowed. “Why?”

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“Creed and I were both candidates to the throne. Many wanted him to rule. Whatever I did, the people on his side thought I was doing it out of envy, out of fear that he would take the throne from me. Even Lizbeth avoided me back then. They thought I was bullying Dale or something.” Terrence looked too exhausted to hide the bitterness in his tone. “Our relationship had just started getting better when you came to our realm. Creed, Dale, and Lizbeth began talking to me again although our relationship was still a bit strained. I have a feeling that Dale is somehow related to this. I caught him speaking Draconic. I had a video to prove it, but when the video leaked, it was the other way around. It was me there with men I didn’t even know.”

Terrence glanced at me and shrugged, like the stubborn and arrogant king he was portraying, acting like he didn’t care when he did. So much.

“No one really believes me completely in the realm. I was just the substitute king since Creed didn’t want the throne and my sister, the true-blooded Beckett, was too young to take over. At this rate, I won’t even be offended if you also wouldn’t believe me. So, go ahead, Elianna. Judge me too. I’m not going to care.”

But something told me that he would.

Even now, Terrence was bleeding severely from the attack that he didn’t deserve, from being accused of something he didn’t do.

Instead of saying anything, I gave him a pat on the shoulder. I couldn’t say a word. How could I? I’d seen Dale many times before and there was this golden light around him, a proof that he was an incredibly beautiful person inside out.

At my current state, going to Morinthia personally was out of the question. That didn’t mean I couldn’t investigate. It was not easy to do it with Creed by my side all the time and so I had to think of a plan so he and the spies around wouldn’t know about it. I wanted to be fair and so I had people look into Lizbeth and Dale’s background including the council lords and their wives, the servants, everyone.

All that was made through astral projection, something that only dragons could do, As a tamer, I could do it too each time I fell asleep. Since feeding on my mate, there were so many doors that opened for me, there were new things I could do, and new abilities I discovered.

It was a very complicated case, one that involved not just me and my mom but also my baby and the family Creed and I would build. I had to step up. But astral projection had a disadvantage. After waking up, my energy was drained, so I had to stay in bed for days.

Through astral projection, I saw Morinthia for what it was. It was exactly what Terrence said. It was an old graveyard. And the people Dale introduced as family were all buried there.

For the past few days, I learned decades of deception, of chameleon-like creatures who were forced into this world by demons like Hugo. It was the reason why the former dragon king kept traveling during his reign. It was because of his experiment. It was a success. They were able to create people from different breeds. Using his sperm, mana, and power, my killers were born.

Hugo gathered a bunch of people from different realms while his ‘experiments’ observed them so when the time came that they were released from the lab, they would know how to act and speak in a way that was accepted by society. Even their smiles, laughter, mannerisms, humor, all that were learned from decades of being stuck in the lab. They studied and copied the people that were shown to them until they became a whole new person.

They were victims too. It was not like they wanted to be born.

But they were programmed to target tamers for the new world Hugo started, believing they would only be freed through the blood of a tamer who had to be sacrificed in order to strengthen them and protect their world. Hugo was dead, but the nightmare he left behind remained through his legacy, his experiments.

The night I prepared dinner for everyone, I saw them for the first time through my newfound ability. Several of them were sitting on the table, dining with us, smiling and laughing, half of their faces were covered by darkness. Out of all those people, Dale was the one who was covered in darkness from head to toe.

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Memories flooded in, of the time he came to my room, when no one wat wand

Hey, El. I’ve come to feed on you again. But don’t worry. You will forget all thin

And then he would sink his fangs into my skin with more force than every covering my mouth when I d scream from the excruciating pain. He did it many times at the beach hores although he red beds and und because he could no longer control my memories, he could no longer his feeding time. My powers were pandening

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