The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: One Hundred & Fifteen

Valka

Lucien has children.

It shouldn’t have been surprising. I mean, he’s a thousand year old for goddess’s sake. And more. Who knows? And he wasn’t exactly the most pious in his younger years. He’s probably fucked more than half at Ebonheart at some point, considering his notoriety. But it hits me smack in the face anyway, stuttering my breath.

"Children? Like... A couple? Or a thousand?" The words scrape out of me, small and uncertain, as though saying them might make them less real.

"I am very... virile. " No elaboration. No name. No detail. Nothing.

Moon-fucking-Goddess---shit.

My lips part, but nothing comes out. There’s a strange ringing in my ears, drowning the ocean, the creak of the ship, even the sound of my own heartbeat. I feel like I’ve been dropped into ice. "And you didn’t think to mention that before?!"

He blinks at me. "I did."

"I’m pretty sure if you told me, I would fucking remember that there are hundreds of Luciens out there that I don’t know a thing about!"

He looks at me like I’m being crazy. Am I? Am I overreacting?

"I told you I was chained and used as a brooding mare in Silvermoor." His expression tightens. "What did you think that entailed?"

Oh. Oh.

I start to relax, then feel horrible for even blowing up in the first place. I settle back beside him, shoulders brushing his arm in silent apology. "I’m sorry. I didn’t think--"

"It’s fine," he says and means it. He tips slightly and I sigh softly when he drops his head in my lap, silver locks teasing my skin here and there. "You mentioned earlier that there are conversations that need to be had between us. This is one of them. We’ll trade secrets like this, until there are no walls left between us."

I nod, gnawing on my bottom lip. And then, I let myself touch his hair, like it’s a normal thing to do. He sighs softly and leans in. "Most of my time being held prisoner was a blur, due to being heavily pumped with drugs. Years were spent and lost in my grief, and by the time I’d returned home and began to look into what became of the women I wasn’t cognizant enough to kill for touching me, I couldn’t find a thing. Names. Lives. Nothing. That is, until I led the first charge in the war. Retribution for my loss."

His eyes are dark with memories. "The enemy was strong. Unusually so. And it took me longer than I should’ve to realize the blood I was spilling on the battle-field was mine."

My hand stills where they stroke his hair, eyes widening with horror. He nudges my hand, silently telling me to continue, but I am frozen to where I sit.

I thought I’d begun to understand his hatred for our kind, but I didn’t. Not even close. It took a special kind of cruelty to breed a man and send him his sons to fight against, and kill. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

At this point, I was simply done vying that there were innocents amongst the wolves, because what in the world...

"And if I didn’t kill them, they did so themselves," he adds. "In the years I was gone, they’d been trained into hard killers, brainwashed and taught that there was no honour in surrender. They were taught to fight and die fighting. No prisoners. So, often times than not, they’d slit their own throats before conversing with the devil they’d been taught I was. And those who didn’t were far too damaged in mind and spirit to be helped."

There’s that word again. Love.

He turns his cheek so that our lips touch. It’s like we can never really stop being in touch with each other, somehow. "Oh, but it’s not a façade, sweetheart." A pause. "Plus, I am the best man you’ve ever met."

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