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Chapter 101 The White Queen and the Dark King
*Theo*
Her warm lips captivated me, moving so slowly and entic- ingly against mine. Her arms around my
neck held me close and her breasts moved against my chest with each breath. I lifted my hands to pull
her closer and stopped, clenching them into fists.
How easily I could forget myself and stay in her embrace with her warm, comforting lips. As Tallis, I had
been able to lie to myself that as long as I was careful, I wouldn't hurt her.
But Maggie and Warren had reminded me of just how un- predictable and dangerous I was with their
own lives!
I used all of my strength to leave those two soft, alluring lips, but the moment our kiss broke, I regretted
it.
Her back was against the wall, her cheeks were pink and her sweet breath was rapid.
My eyes locked on her watery blue orbs and couldn't move away. Under her gentle gaze, the cold and
rigid shells that had been sealing around my heart for years started to break down, revealing my
extravagant desire to seek warmth and...love.
But how could I?
I took a step away, but I couldn't peel my eyes off her.
She had a light blush on her cheeks and I tried so hard to not pull her back.
I took a deep, trembling breath and steadied myself. In- side, I felt like I could explode at any moment,
but after seeing Warren lying there, I couldn't let myself lose control like that again.
'Alpha, Dottie is here.' Jake's mindlink dragged me back to eality. A few moments later, he reappeared,
and behind him was Dottie.
"Your Highness." Dottie lowered her head as a brief greet- ng and I gestured to her to check on
Warren.
"Oh Goddess..." She put down her medicine case and started her routine immediately.
I caught Ciana's eye for a moment and she gave me an encouraging look before she followed Dottie to
Warren's side.
My brother was still pale and pasty. Unlike before, now he was shivering a little even though Dottie had
covered him in thick, down comforters. His eyes were closed, and every now and then, he winced and
gasped.
Otherwise, his breathing was even.
Dottie put a wet cloth on his forehead and then put her fingers at his wrist, taking his pulse.
I swallowed into a tight, constricted throat as I stared at his unconscious form. The frown on Dottie's
face told me he wasn't doing well.
Ciana went to the edge of the bed and took Warren's hand. Under any other circumstances, the worry
in her eyes might have sparked jealousy in me, but now, I wished I could provide some type of comfort
to him as well.
My gaze fell on my hands, which were inside a pair of gloves again. They were only capable of killing
and destroy- ing. They would never provide comfort.
What a pair of fucking hideous hands! I hid them in my pockets so that I didn't need to see them.
"How is he?" Ciana asked Dottie, her voice pulling me from my thoughts.
"He's in bad shape," Dottie said somberly.
"How bad?"
"He won't wake up on his own. He will stay like this and get worse," Dottie explained, her eyes
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdarkened as she went back to tending to Warren.
"Is there... What can we do for him?" Ciana's voice was trembling, taking the bad news in with great
difficulty.
Dottie shook her head. "Nothing to my knowledge. This is not a normal coma, Miss, and therefore
normal healing won't have much effect on him."
Ciana frowned slightly. "Normal healing won't have much effect... Do you mean there are abnormal
ways that might help?"
Dottie signed, "Maybe. A very slight maybe."
No matter how little hope there was, it was better than none.
"Dottie, explain," I demanded.
"Your... power has drained Prince Warren's core life essence. In order for him to recover and awaken,
he needs new essence poured back into him. His body isn't able to re- store what was taken on its
own. It must be replaced by an outside source." She turned from Warren and raised an eye- brow at
me.
"You mean, I can return the life back to him?! How?"
If that was the case, if I could, then wouldn't all of my problems go away?
However, to my grave disappointment, she shook her head and sighed, "That wasn't what I meant. I
wish it was that simple. Prince Theo, has His Majesty never told you about the royal bloodline?"
I shook my head. Everything I knew. I learned from tears and blood. Why would that heartless beast
ever want to share anything with me? To him, I was only a fucking killing weapon nothing more.
Dottie gave an understanding nod. "I suppose it is up to me then. What do you know about your
ancestor, King Ly- caon?"
"He was the beloved son of the Moon Goddess," I said, but the look on Dottie's face implied she
expected me to know more. To be honest, I wasn't that interested in my family lineage.
Ciana jumped in. "...and the sole ruler of Egoren. We were all taught in nursery school."
"But that's only a very small part of the legend," Dottie ex- plained, "King Lycaon wasn't the only child of
the Moon God- dess!"
The rest of us were shocked. Nowhere had we ever heard that part of the story. We waited for Dottie to
continue.
"Legend says that she gave birth to her Sacred Twins, Morrighan and Lycaon. However, unlike normal
twins who shared lots of similarities, Morrighan and Lycaon were totally opposite. Well, at least their
powers were. Their powers repre- sented two sides of a coin. Brightness and darkness, light and
shadow..." She turned her head and glanced at me to finish. her sentence, "...life and death."
Warren twitched slightly, and Dottie leaned over, dabbing his lips with a moist cloth, wetting them so
that they wouldn't crack open due to dehydration.
"The Moon Goddess divided this world in two. The realm of light was given to Morrighan, the White
Queen, and all of her descendants. The realm of shadow was given to Lycaon, the Dark King, and his
offspring."
I clamped my lips together and motioned for Dottie to continue.
"The White Queen's power is to give. Give life, rejuvenate, and create. The Dark King's power, on the
other hand, is to take. Take life, destroy, and terminate."
My heart sank more. I didn't need another reminder of what a freaking monster I was!
"You think a descendent of White Queen Morrighan could return Warren's life essence then?" Ciana
asked quickly, as if she wasn't worried about the horrible ability I was cursed with.
"Maybe," Dottie let out another sigh. "But young lady, ever since you were born, have you ever heard
about the White. Queen? Even if she exists, she rules in another world."
"Another world, like the Heavens?"
"Whatever that means."
"Then... there is no way to save Warren," Ciana muttered, despair filling her voice.
That same despair filled my chest and I looked away from Warren.
"I didn't say that either. Please don't jump to conclusions so fast. What I wanted to tell you was perhaps
King Sebastian knows of a way to restore a stolen essence," Dottie suggested.
I could read the look on Jake's face. We both knew my bastard of a father would never lift a finger for
Warren!
"Dottie, I want to know more about what my father might be able to do," I said. I wasn't done with her
story. If it was something the Dark King's descendants could do, maybe there was a way for me to do it
too.
She was the one that brought it up like it was some great, important history lesson. Nothing she'd said
had been action- able, with the exception of my father might know something.
Dottie sighed and rubbed her hands on her thighs. I got the sense that she was about to tell me
something my father didn't want me to know. Something that she could get in trou- ble for sharing with
me.
She'd been around the palace a long time. While tending to the sick and injured, she probably heard a
lot of things, just as an unseen bystander.
"How could my father help Warren?" I repeated the ques- tion more firmly.
"I said there might be a way, but I don't know that for sure. There is a legend that says one of the dark
kings, hun- dreds of years ago, was able to save his wife by sharing his life with her. It returned her
longevity. The story does not say how it was done, only that it might have occurred. King Sebastian
might know more."
"What made you think that he has that kind of knowl- edge?" I stared at her, pressing her, "Dottie, what
else are you not telling me?"
She looked a little anxious, as if she was weighing whether she should tell me the truth.
I crouched down so that I was at the same eye level as hers. True that she worked for the crown, but
she was one of the very few that had shown genuine care to us when we were young.
All my siblings and myself were treated by her at some point.
"Dottie, you watched us grow up. Warren... is a kind soul. Help us, please."
She sighed, "I'd get myself in trouble if this gets into an- other pair of ears."
"You have my word to ensure your safety."
She fell into silence and I gave her time to consider. Ciana and Jake were also waiting quietly and
patiently.
Finally, she took a deep breath and looked me in the eye.
"Every pack has a sacred artifact. Do you know what the Royal artifact is?"
"The heirloom. It's a necklace that gets passed down from the king to his successor, but that was more
like a symbol of power. To my knowledge, it doesn't have any function."
Dottie shook her head. "That's because it's not the real ar- tifact. It's a secret because the king didn't
want anyone to know."
"What's the real artifact?"
"It's a scroll."
"What?"
"It is a scroll that is said to have been written by the Moon Goddess herself and given to her son, Dark
King Lycaon. Ex- cept for the king, no one knows what was written in it. Howev- er, to get to it, you will
need the necklace, as it is the key to the Sacred Scroll storage."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter saying it aloud, there was relief on Dottie's face. Her motherly demeanor returned, and she
seemed to be happy to help.
"That scroll may have information about Lycaon's power and different ways to use it," Dottie said.
"And one of those ways is to reverse what was done?" Ciana asked.
"Perhaps. If it doesn't have exact answers, it could, at least, provide a roadmap. Again, only the king
knows exactly what's on the scroll."
No one spoke for a long time. Dottie finished cleaning up and left a few healing salves and teas for
Warren. Nothing that would fix him, but they'd help with the bruising and help keep his strength up until
we could figure out how to help him.
"We have to ask King Sebastian for help," Ciana said, breaking the silence finally.
"It's going to be a hard sell though," Jake pondered as he spoke.
"He may be ruthless usually, but once he knows how seri- ously injured Warren is, he may have a
change of heart. This is his son we are talking about after all."
I caught her hesitation when she said "his son," while Jake played the devil's advocate, "Well, he had
one of his own sons executed for treason."
Ciana got off the bed and came to stand right in front of me. "Warren has never broken any laws or
been disloyal. Be- sides, we don't really have a choice, do we?"
"I'm not saying we won't give it a try, but don't be too hopeful."
Ciana frowned, "Even if the king doesn't agree to help, we can't just give up on Warren!"
"No, we won't. I promise," I assured her.
Ciana let out a breath of relief and glanced back at my co- matose brother.
I turned to Jake, "Prepare the transportation, and we'll leave in two hours at sunrise to go back to the
palace."
"Yes, Alpha," Jake replied and walked out of the door.
I softened my voice and said to Ciana, "It has been a long night. Ciana, would you do me a favor and
get some rest?"
Her beautiful doe eyes focused on me, and it was almost impossible to peel my gaze away.
"Theo, I want to stay with you."
Those were such simple words, yet, just like a warm spring breeze, they gently swept through my chest
and immediately warmed my stone-cold heart inside.
When she kissed me, I could feel her rapid heartbeat and her affection. She believed in me, for some
unknown reason. She'd seen everything I was capable of and she still wanted to get closer...
How I wished I could be next to her at all times, indulging in her warm demeanor and sweet scent, so
that I could forget about those lonely, dark days of my life.
But I couldn't. Dottie had made it clear that I was born to take and destroy.
"Ciana, I need some time alone to think about how to per- suade my father. Listen to me, get some
rest."
Her lips parted and closed. In the end, she gave me a nod and left me in the room.
Heavens knew how much effort it took for me to not run after her and pull her back into my arms. I
wanted to tell her that I'd trade everything I had in exchange for the privilege to be with her.
However, I had long lost the right to choose my fate.
I sat on the edge of my bed and turned my hands over.
Regardless of what I wanted, there was no future for us.
Or for me.
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