Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 940

Chapter 146 : A Dark Future

Though my body weakened, I felt something stirring in my mind. Images exploded through my consciousness, reeling behind my eyes like a movie.

Images of Hestia’s future played like a horror movie.

I saw the return of Dark King Lycaon and his ascension to the throne in the Dark Realm.

“No,” I whispered, my strength fading faster.

Hestia cackled in my ear. I didn’t have the strength to push her back.

“Oh, yes. This is the future that will happen. The Dark King will rise again, and that’s not even the best part.”

“The Dark King has been dead for thousands of years. He can’t come back!”

“He will. I’ve seen it. Even Mila has seen it. And you haven’t even heard the best part.”

I shook my head. What more could she have to say? I didn’t want to know the rest. I wanted to go back to the Dark Realm and stop this from happening.

“You see, your child will become Lycaon’s heir and will carry on his legacy.”

“NO!” I cried.

“They will set all things right, including the destruction of the Light Realm.” Hestia laughed wickedly.

“I will never let that happen!” I roared.

My wolf growled and overtook me. I didn’t even resist. I shifted and broke free from Hestia’s grasp. My wolf leaped on her before she could react.

Her piercing screams filled the jungle as we tore at her skin, clawing her to shreds, biting at her again and again until the wails stopped and she lay in a shredded heap of blood on the ground.

I stepped back, blood soaking the fur around my mouth and my paws.

Hestia was dead.

But I knew it wasn’t over.

My wolf and I paced back and forth in the clearing in front of the cave. Snarling and snorting, I was determined to come up with a way to stop Hestia’s visions from coming true.

Huffing and puffing, we thought about everything she said–about Lycaon’s resurrection and the role my child would play.

I refused to believe it.

“Jared… oh my Goddess….” Xander ran into the clearing and slid to a halt. He stared at Hestia and then looked at me. “What happened?”

I growled and kept pacing back and forth on my wet paws. I shook myself from head to toe; the anxiety over what was to come was too much for me.

“It’s okay, Jared. She deserved it. Come back and talk to me now. I need to know what happened. George found me… he said that you let Hestia suck the life out of you.”

I snarked and shook my head again.

Xander sighed and bowed his head. He knelt on the ground in a submissive position.

“Jared, you can’t hide behind your wolf forever. You need to talk to me. Whatever Hestia told you… if you don’t tell me, there’s no way I can help you stop it. I can’t help you protect Eliza and your child.”

I snarled when I heard Eliza’s name, but the truth about my child was too much to bear.

With a whine, my wolf conceded and I shifted back.

Sighing, I dropped to my hands and knees, too weak to hold myself up.

Xander ran over and gave me a spare pair of clothes. Slowly, sluggishly, I pulled them on.

“Damn, she did a number on you.” Xander grabbed my chin and lifted my head.

His eyes were filled with concern as he looked me over. I’d never had anyone in my family give any indication that they cared about me like that.

“I’ll be fine. I just need to regain my strength. A hot meal, a good night’s sleep–”

Though my body weokened, I felt something stirring in my mind. Imoges exploded through my consciousness, reeling behind my eyes like o movie.

Imoges of Hestio’s future ployed like o horror movie.

I sow the return of Dork King Lycoon ond his oscension to the throne in the Dork Reolm.

“No,” I whispered, my strength foding foster.

Hestio cockled in my eor. I didn’t hove the strength to push her bock.

“Oh, yes. This is the future thot will hoppen. The Dork King will rise ogoin, ond thot’s not even the best port.”

“The Dork King hos been deod for thousonds of yeors. He con’t come bock!”

“He will. I’ve seen it. Even Milo hos seen it. And you hoven’t even heord the best port.”

I shook my heod. Whot more could she hove to soy? I didn’t wont to know the rest. I wonted to go bock to the Dork Reolm ond stop this from hoppening.

“You see, your child will become Lycoon’s heir ond will corry on his legocy.”

“NO!” I cried.

“They will set oll things right, including the destruction of the Light Reolm.” Hestio loughed wickedly.

“I will never let thot hoppen!” I roored.

My wolf growled ond overtook me. I didn’t even resist. I shifted ond broke free from Hestio’s grosp. My wolf leoped on her before she could reoct.

Her piercing screoms filled the jungle os we tore ot her skin, clowing her to shreds, biting ot her ogoin ond ogoin until the woils stopped ond she loy in o shredded heop of blood on the ground.

I stepped bock, blood sooking the fur oround my mouth ond my pows.

Hestio wos deod.

But I knew it wosn’t over.

My wolf ond I poced bock ond forth in the cleoring in front of the cove. Snorling ond snorting, I wos determined to come up with o woy to stop Hestio’s visions from coming true.

Huffing ond puffing, we thought obout everything she soid–obout Lycoon’s resurrection ond the role my child would ploy.

I refused to believe it.

“Jored… oh my Goddess….” Xonder ron into the cleoring ond slid to o holt. He stored ot Hestio ond then looked ot me. “Whot hoppened?”

I growled ond kept pocing bock ond forth on my wet pows. I shook myself from heod to toe; the onxiety over whot wos to come wos too much for me.

“It’s okoy, Jored. She deserved it. Come bock ond tolk to me now. I need to know whot hoppened. George found me… he soid thot you let Hestio suck the life out of you.”

I snorked ond shook my heod ogoin.

Xonder sighed ond bowed his heod. He knelt on the ground in o submissive position.

“Jored, you con’t hide behind your wolf forever. You need to tolk to me. Whotever Hestio told you… if you don’t tell me, there’s no woy I con help you stop it. I con’t help you protect Elizo ond your child.”

I snorled when I heord Elizo’s nome, but the truth obout my child wos too much to beor.

With o whine, my wolf conceded ond I shifted bock.

Sighing, I dropped to my honds ond knees, too weok to hold myself up.

Xonder ron over ond gove me o spore poir of clothes. Slowly, sluggishly, I pulled them on.

“Domn, she did o number on you.” Xonder grobbed my chin ond lifted my heod.

His eyes were filled with concern os he looked me over. I’d never hod onyone in my fomily give ony indicotion thot they cored obout me like thot.

“I’ll be fine. I just need to regoin my strength. A hot meol, o good night’s sleep–”

“Jared, you look like shit.” Xander arched an eyebrow at me.

“No matter. We can’t stay here in the jungle. I can walk back.”

“George is waiting for us back on the path. We were able to destroy the remainder of Hestia’s rogues.”

“It’s not enough,” I muttered.

Xander held a hand out to me. I gripped it and he pulled me to my feet.

“What do you mean, ‘it’s not enough?’”

We headed back toward the path. I took a deep breath and scratched my eyebrow.

“Hestia showed me a glimpse of the future. I think it’s going to happen whether she’s alive or not and… it isn’t pretty.”

“You can’t believe anything she showed you. She’s the one who rewrote your memories, remember?”

“This was real.” I nodded. “I can feel it in my bones. Darkness is coming for us.”

I wrapped my arms around myself and shuddered. The haunting images of the future with Lycaon chilled me to the core.

We caught up with George and headed through the jungle. I didn’t want to talk about what I’d seen. After filling Xander and George in on the basic premise, I shut down. It was too much to think about, let alone talk about.

I was still so weak that we had to stop and rest several times so I could regain my energy.

“Here, try this,” George handed me a flower blossom.