The Lycan King’s Rejected Soulmate

Chapter 93

Avery

I was worried.

Would Dante be able to fend off Theodore?

Theodore’s aura had increased significantly after he activated his trump card and I was worried that my blood might lose its deterrence.

My blood didn’t disappoint me.

The blood on Dante’s claws began to glow as well.

It was like my blood just needed a cue from Theodore’s move. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I sighed in relief. The battle between Dante and Theodore was evened out again.

That was good news.

I kept one eye on the battle between Theodore and Dante while supervising the battlefield.

My blood caused a great deal of advantage to the werewolf faction and they slew the vampires with case.

The vampires began dwindling in numbers and the battle was drawing to a close.

Still, I was feeling uncomfortable.

It was like I had an itch that I couldn’t see. Because I can not see this itch, I could not

scratch it.

That uncomfortable feeling grew stronger but I don’t know what it was about.

I surveyed the battlefield. We were at an advantage. If Dante defeated Theodore, the war would end in our victory.

I did not get why I was feeling jittery.

I felt like the moon goddess was trying to warn me about something but I couldn’t decipher what the feeling was warning me about.

I did not have any choice but to keep my eyes on Dante.

Dante had an upper hand because of my blood and his battle experiences. Theodore couldn’t do anything to push Dante back.

Even his short boost of power only lasted for a little while.

Dante was in his bloodthirsty mood.

If a stranger saw his eyes now, they would find out that the primary color of his pupils

was red.

A bloodthirsty aura revolved around him. That aura was almost tangible.

Every time he moved, I had the misconception that I was seeing blood streaks following like obedient subjects.

This was the side of Dante that I would not see normally. This was a version of Dante that was reserved for enemies and wars.

The battle between Dante and Theodore began it’s final stretch.

Theodore was left with life-threatening injuries.

He was on his knees and Dante towered above him.

There wasn’t any hint of the Vampire Patriarch he claimed to be. I only saw a pathetic creature on his knees.

Theodore wasn’t different from a skeleton. He was barely hanging on.

Huge chunks of his body was burnt off. Burning embers glittered all over his body.

I came nearer to them.

I didn’t get too close to Dante and Theodore. I didn’t dare to.

I had the power of a lycan but Dante was a king among lycans.

Someone that could be on par with him during a battle wasn’t someone I can fight even with my upgraded prowess.

I knew that I could not defeat Dante so I had to be very careful of Theodore, a person that could stand toe to toe with the Lycan King.

Theodore might decide to do something later. I had to be vigilant.

“You didn’t think this would happen when you came out of that building, right?” I asked softly.

I wasn’t smug and there was no complacence in my tone.

We hadn’t lost plenty soldiers but there are some werewolves that had fallen for the vampires’ tricks.

Vampires feed on blood. Their powers came from the blood they consume.

Some werewolves became the sources of nutrients for the vampires. It was why the vampires could maintain a stalemate with us despite our overwhelming advantage.

My blood could not help the werewolves that fell for the vampires’ tricks.

Some brave werewolves used their bloodstained claws to bring their opponents to the grave with them.

Theodore laughed loudly. His laughs echoed somberly through the battlefield.

Only a scanty number of vampires remained.

It would not take too much time to finish them off.

The battle was going to end in our victory.

I didn’t feel smug though.

The uncomfortable feeling disturbing me had sucked away any ounce of happiness I could conjure.

His laughs stopped abruptly, “You have the guts to come before me.”

I shrugged, “You aren’t a go d or a goddess. Why can’t I come before you?”

I had even conversed with the moon goddess. Who did Theodore think he was?

“You spoiled everything. I should have killed you from the beginning.” Theodore muttered with regret.

“Oh, you should.” I spat, “Now, I am going to ask you something you should answer truthfully. Where is my pups?”

Theodore paused for a second and he looked towards that large building.

He turned back to me and smiled brightly.

I don’t know why but my uneasy feeling increased. Theodore’s words filled me with apprehension.

Although I didn’t expect Theodore to give me the real truth about my pups, I expected to pick clues that would lead to my children from his words.

I was not feeling like Theodore was a prisoner.

“Speak before I make you suffer.” Dante said from the side.

His dark voice was heavy with feral intents. His voice showed that his beast was closer to the surface than ever before.

“I am about to die anyway. You can’t threaten me with anything.” Theodore’s smile didn’t drop as he said cheerfully.

It was like Theodore forgot his position as a prisoner.

He was acting differently from the norm.

“You and Dante would suffer for what you did.” Theodore said calmly as his smile faded to leave an emotionless face behind.

Dante held Theodore’s throat in his grip. Dante tightened his hand and Theodore gasped as his mouth opened to greedily suck air in.

“I won’t say it again.” Dante growled, “Talk!”

“Your kids are in that building, I wish you a safe journey.” Theodore said as he utilized the last bit of air he was able to suck in.

Theodore’s free hand swiped at his own head fatally.

His nails was as sharp as steel so the blow took life out of his body immediately.

I thought Theodore would do something tricky so I was cautious. I didn’t know he would kill himself instead.

I didn’t prepare for this.

“No!” I shouted involuntarily.

I didn’t want Theodore to die yet. There was still much to ask and much

He wasn’t supposed to take the easy way out like that.

The moment Theodore died.

A huge face formed in the sky.

more to do.

The hair framing the face was red as lava and red pupils stared at me in hate.

I was rendered immobile. I couldn’t move, think or breath.

His godly pressure pinned me down.

I felt like I was going to die.

A spark of fear came into being in

my

heart.

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Panic set in as I stared at that huge face in the sky.

“You ruined my plans. You don’t have the right to live!” The voice going from the face’s huge mouth sentenced me to my fate.

He opened his mouth and a huge ball of fire was brewing.

I wanted to argue with him but his pressure and aura made sure I stayed in place.

I knew who this was without anyone saying a hint.

It was Daemon, my arch-nemesis.

He had finally appeared.

The thing is, I didn’t want him to appear at all.

I don’t have the power and strength to fight a go d..

Suddenly, a voice replied him.

“Daemon, how dare you get distracted when you are battling me? Come over here.” A large and white hand accompanied the voice. /

The hand dug into the huge face Daemon made and everywhere shook.

The moon goddess’s voice was like a lottery that I won.

Gratitude surged from my heart.

When I came back to myself, the sky was clear.

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The moon goddess’s huge hand. Daemon’s huge face. They had all disappeared.

I didn’t know where both of them went and I wasn’t curious about that information.

The battle between go ds wasn’t something I can interfere with.

I stared at Theodore’s dead body.

There was nothing I could do to salvage him.

I repeated the same action I had done to Miss Freya on him.

After he melted into a lump of black substance, I turned to Dante and I signaled for him to follow me.

It was time to get my kids back.

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We got into the building.

It was built in the style of the humans’ victorian houses. There was other hints of architecture styles present but I could not recognize them.

I sniffed the air.

I could smell he scent of my pups.

The scent was faint but it was there. This was all that mattered.

We followed the scent until we arrived at a huge hall.

A statue depicting Daemon stood at the center. I recognized him from the huge and malicious face that appeared before.

My pups was beside the statue but they weren’t alone. A man was with them.

The man was carrying one of the pups while the other two laid by the statue’s feet.

The man felt familiar somehow.

I tried to rack my brain for his identity but I couldn’t guess it.

The man didn’t keep us waiting for long.

He turned around.

It was Fredo.

Fredo had the red eyes that signified his status as a mutated werewolf.

The most unfortunate thing was the fact that my pups all had the same ruby eyes too.

Oh no.