The Alpha King Marked Me. I Still Haven't Told Him I'm A Girl novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131: One Hundred & Thirty One

Evadne

I wish I could explain the finer details of it, but I wasn’t there to witness any of it, to my chagrin.

Astrea did a number on me. I’d misjudged her and I paid dearly for it. Before I could recover from the shock of being stabbed, something had rammed so hard against my skull, it rattled me to the core.

When I awoke, I wasn’t in the castle. I wasn’t even in Ebonheart.

When I awoke, I was trussed up across the back of a galloping horse, head dangling upside down, wrists and ankles bound behind me.

When I awoke, I heard a strange rumor. I heard we won the war. It didn’t make sense. Yet, I couldn’t ask. Not with the gag shoved deep between my teeth.

"Shit!" a man swears and without warning, the horse is steers left, nearly tossing me off its behind. My eyes water at the constant shove into my stomach and I grunt softly, tasting blood in my mouth.

"Didn’t think they’d set up patrol so quickly," another says. It sounds like the pesky fool named Sebastian. "The routes are blocked--"

"We have to head north," Astrea snarls somewhere ahead, the wind carrying most of her voice and it takes straining my ears to catch them at all.

Sebastian growls. "You saw what he did to the army. He blew right through the front of our defense and cut us up like minced meat. And he didn’t stop. We all know where he is headed next. We cannot go back to Silvermoor, not until we know for sure that he has been put down. Should we run into him, it’d be a death sentence."

I snort softly, but it becomes a soft chuckle.

Their conversations cease. Sebastian grumbles under his breath. I suspect it is his horse I am bent over. "You won’t find this any hilarious anymore when you find what I have prepared for you."

Threats. I don’t function well with them, especially when they come from males like him. His mate, he had called me. Often times, I forget that some of us had the ill-fortune of getting paired with the wolves. That’s not to say they’re all terrible. After all, there are a good number of them with Lycan families in Ebonheart that have blended quite well into our society.

Not all wolves, but it was always wolves. You would think their few mortal years would grant them less time to get creative with their black hearts, but it was as though they inherited it straight from their ancestors.

I shut my eyes and sigh, watching the hooves of the horse bit the snow. Lucien is off having fun without me, and me, I’m being carted off to heaven knows where. I yawn. Hopefully, it’d be much better than being stuck at Court.

***

I am awoken by a strong grip on my collar, pulling me off the horse. I hit the ground with a thud, my head smashing into a couple of small rocks.

Wincing, I start to roll on my side, only to be yanked up roughly and pushed, my feet stubbing a few more roots and rocks. I see then that our party is a worn, small one. Two guards with flecks of blood staining their armour, bruises marring their faces and the haunted look that often sits after watching the bloodshed of war.

Lucien always did have that effect on people.

Astrea trudges ahead, her dark hair slipping out from under a cloak she must have stolen from one of the knights. I see now, how she must have gotten me out of the castle. One or two of the new wolf recruits must have helped.

And this is why we leave no survivors.

The one whose presence I am graced with is none other than Sebastian. He tosses me against the tree bark roughly enough to elicit an irritated look from Astrea. "You do not have to be so rough with her. She isn’t even resisting--"

"She is my mate," he snarls, like it’s the greatest achievement he’s had in his miserable life. Maybe it is. I am, after all, a great catch. "I do whatever I please with her."

Astrea’s frown deepens, but she looks away abruptly when our gazes meet, her cheeks colouring slightly when I wink. "A fire would be great any time now--"

"Fuck knows how long you’ve survived out there if your survival instincts are this wretched," the angry Alpha mutters, ripping the gag from my mouth so hard, it bruises my lip. "You think a fire would be the best idea while we’re being pursued?"

He jerks back when I spit a mouth full of blood out of my mouth and looks visibly irked. "Do not get your filthy blood on me."

I grin slyly. "We’re all related, you know? Draemont was the original royal line. And to bury that history, the king became Draemir--a shitty derivative that began a line of inferior little dogs like you. But it doesn’t make our blood any less red. So if I have shit blood in my veins, your kind built the cesspit."

For a moment, I think he might hit me, and gods, I hope he does, so I can bite off his fingers, but he just shoves the gag back into my mouth and leans in so far into my space, I catch a whiff of sweat and youthful insolence. "I like you better when your mouth’s occupied."

Barf. I’d suck on the point of a spear and gag on it.

I must have conveyed the disgust along my face because he smiles and ruffles my hair, seemingly pleased with himself that he’s gotten under my skin.

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