Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Chapter 64

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“He is not one of us. Landon Richards is a made dragon, not born. If you want to get the higher ups’ attention, you will have to give them something else, something more valuable than news about a copycat which they would only yawn at.” Alistair Hendrix said through the screen from the conference room, looking bored as fuck, like he would rather spend his time sleeping than have this conversation with us.

“That copycat you are talking about is still a hundred percent dragon who burned our forest and is a major threat to us, especially to my niece,” the King answered through gritted teeth.

Normally, I would tell His Majesty to calm down, that I got this. I often did. Terrence was known for his playfulness and the King for being temperamental. I was always the pacifist.

The problem was that even I could not calm the fuck down, not after what Richards did to Eli. If Alistair was in front of me, I might have punched him in the face for his indifference, something that I used to possess until I met my mate.

Now, nothing but hatred was pumping through my veins.

Alistair shrugged. “You have our permission to do as you see fit. Kill that thing or whatever, Aramides. In case you are incapable of the job, have Creed or your crown prince do it on your behalf. Frankly, I don’t see why we need to have a conversation about this when this matter could be dealt with easily and quickly.”

I would kill Richards if I could. I would hunt him all the way to hell if necessary.

The problem was that Richards had known about Eli’s identity first, he used that knowledge against her and her mother. I would not have known it myself had I not seen it, the light emanating from the garden while darkness covered the entire city as the broken sobs of a mother echoed around the area during the welcome party.

Two nights ago…

I saw Lauren Dawson for the first time tonight, the woman in the old worn-out robe, as she cut her hand and spread the blood across her daughter’s wounds. I could have ran to my unconscious mate, that was every fiber in my being dictated, my fingers itching to hold her, my wolf pacing back and forth within me violently. I could have brought Eli to the nearest healer, but I forced my feet to stand still because I needed the woman to heal her.

My intuition was telling me that she could heal Eli faster and better than any healers in this realm. Not because she was Eli’s mother, but because I felt the mana coming from the light she surrounded in the garden. She seemed used to cutting herself, to bleeding like this. The cut was deep, and she did not even flinch, typical characteristic of someone who was used to pain, a trait I would never want Eli to inherit.

I raised my hands to stop the wolves from approaching them until I witnessed Dale and the others lost consciousness one by one, making me realize that the woman harnessed the electricity and the energy of the wolves to heal my mate because she was still weak, still a patient, and with a body still recovering from years of coma and possible trauma. I had heard of supreme mages’ harnessing powers although this was the first time I was seeing it.

‘I’m so sorry this happened. I’m taking you with me, sweetheart. I already lost your father. I would not lose you too. I’m taking you away from all of them,’ she whispered after the wound closed. Her words were tender but determined.

The two were separated for years. As much as I wanted Lauren to enjoy her time with her daughter, her words forced me to do the opposite. I stepped into the garden, alerting her of my presence. Her blue eyes widened as if she could not believe that there was still someone in the castle who was still conscious.

“Where would you take my mate in your situation? How can a patient take care of another patient?”

I did not want to sound condescending. This was also not how I planned to meet my mate’s mother, but she was threatening to take away the very reason for my existence these days. The worst part was that with enough powers to harness, she could

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probably do that. Take Eli away. Bring her to a place where I could not follow.

“I do not trust you with my daughter,” she hissed. “I do not trust anybody anymore.”

It was the perfect attitude. Forty days ago, I would probably advise Lauren to keep it up. No one was worth trusting these days. I could not trust even my own sister around my mate. Forty days later and I was ready to be on my knees to keep her from doing that.

I was willing to negotiate.

But then she looked up at the starless sky and seemed to have seen something I could not, making tremors wracked through her body. She sobbed harder. “No…”

“I will see you again, sweetheart.” Lauren met my gaze, her eyes were full of horror, of helplessness, and then of wrath. She wiped her tears through her shaking fingers. “Hurt my daughter and I would come for you and strike thrice as much.”

“If that’s the case, then you and I will live in peace for eternity, Mrs. Dawson. Because there is no way I could ever hurt my mate.”

Lauren lifted her hood, covering almost her entire face, before vanishing. At her disappearance, the werewolves started regaining consciousness except for someone who I badly needed to be awake.

Eli.

It was the second day now and she was yet to awaken.

“Aren’t you curious how the copycat was made?” I asked Alistair instead.

He scoffed. “It was certainly the work of the witches. This is not their first attempt. I saw the footage. They did a commendable job. Almost had me there.”

I glanced at Eli’s live footage from the treatment room in the castle through my phone. I needed to keep seeing her to keep me together. Lauren healed her, but the scars remained to forever taunt me of my failure to protect her.

“What if I tell you that it was not a witch? That it was the work of a tamer?”

The king and the prince’s jaws dropped. In an instant, Alistair’s arrogance faded. His shoulders stiffened, the bored expression in his face had morphed into shock before eyeing me dubiously. “If you are only saying this to-”

“I’m serious. My mate’s mother is a tamer. And by the looks of it, my mate inherited it as well.” I showed him Lauren’s photo, making him blink twice. “Richards may not be one of yours, but I believe Lauren is. Now, shall we continue this conversation like two matured generals?”

“Damn it, Black. You should have started with that.” Alistair wrote something in a blank sheet of paper in their own language. When he was done, he folded the. paper and blew on it as if giving it life. Seconds later, the paper moved and flew outside his window. “There. Message sent. Let’s just wait for the council, especially for the royals’ response.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Hendrix.”

He stared at me. “You look desperate. I don’t remember you being like this when you were with my sister.”

“I was not in love with Lilac back then.”

“Love?” Alistair gave me a look that promised to assassinate me if I was in front of him. It was the same dark look I got after he caught me with his sister. “My sister’s name is Libby. Fuck you, Black.”

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