Chapter 126 - The Vicious Attempt On Her Life (1/2)
Under the envious gazes of the female beasts, and approving nods of the males, the Werewolf Clan, with their King in the lead and his mate on his back, set off for the Underworld Palace.
Boom!
Boom!
The magnificent procession was awe-inspiring. Solemn and organized, it raised wistful sighs and intense longing in the hearts of many. The two individuals that were the focus of every beast's attention, however, were in a realm of their own.
Versailles gently ran her soft hand through the lustrous black fur beneath her palm, absorbing the soothing warmth into her essence as she leaned forward and laid her head on the black wolf's back. Her cool breath fell on his neck in tantalizing intervals, causing him to shiver in thrill from the distinct temperature difference.
”Heh...!”
Sensing his reaction, she laughed in dark pleasure, eliciting a suppressed groan and warning growl from him.
”Light, don't play around. If I lose control of myself before my pack, I won't have any respect left.” The black wolf whispered imploringly.
”It's your pack. Whether they respect you or not, is your business. What does it have to do with me if your willpower is weak?”
As if to show her defiance, she leaned even closer on his back and trailed her hand through his sensitive neck. Her controlled even breaths puffed through her delicate lips and harmonized with the tormenting dance of her slender fingers.
”Light, I'm serious.” Ramose's voice was hoarse, tinged with suppressed pleasure and intoxicating moan.
”Hmm...”
The female's naughty fingers didn't pause. They trailed over the delicate skin of his neck and wandered behind his ear, the agonizingly slow caress and her cool breath rising his body heat. After spending the entire day roaming the Eternal Flaming Region, they held and fell asleep in each other's embrace.
By the next warm morning, it was time for their departure.
Therefore, Ramose was close to snapping from her bold and fearless provocations.
While the two mates enjoyed their private and tortuous intimacy, a thin red-white shadow, traveling at the speed of a sprinting wolf, zipped through the air. It went past the dozen spectators and swerved around the wolfs, shooting towards the unguarded Versailles.
”Gasp! What is that?” The first to spot the abnormal flying shadow was a Black Owl, its magically sharp sight catching the zooming creature.
”What? I don't see anything.”
”Forget about him. His enhanced eyesight is too much for him to handle.”
”Truly? What a waste of good ability.”
Failing to spot what he saw, the other beasts naturally ignored his cry and focused on the Werewolf procession.
”Just wait! Once we enter the Underworld Palace, I will teach you a good lesson.” Unable to stop his mate's actions, Ramose admitted defeat and threatened in a low growl.
In a small corner of his heart, however, he was basking in her attention, bliss filling his entire essence at her initiative and intimate contact. As a hot-blooded beast, making pleasure to his mate was a constant desire that plagued his mind whenever he was in her presence. The desire to hold her, inhale her fruity scent, and lose himself in her tender arms was so strong that his body trembled from the excitement.
However, he didn't want to startle her with his gut-wrenching need for her and chained himself with the mask of patience and endurance. After all, she was his mate. He couldn't imagine doing anything else other than pampering and showering her with love.
And that was when he wasn't even taking into account the incident from 18 years ago. If he did, he would be reduced to a groveling fool.
But now, she took the initiative to touch and tease him, unleashing the chained beast inside his heart, rekindling the snuffed flames.
”Oh yeah? What can you do to me? Don't think that I'll cower from a little threat!” Not wanting to show how much his little threat had scared her, Versailles snorted fearlessly and proudly raised her head.
Right at this moment, the red-white shadow flashed and dashed into her neck, entering her body. Instantly, every vein and blood vessel inside Versailles's body flared, the labyrinth of intersecting and intertwining lines inflaming at the speed of light.
Visible with the naked eye, garish and grotesque red lines appeared and spread out all over her body. These lines were the veins and blood vessels inside her body that had inflamed as a result of the red-white shadow, covering her in crimson marks from face to toe.
”Ahhhhh!”
She threw back her head and shrieked. The excruciating pain caught her off guard, tearing and wrenching her insides apart, as the unbearable agony overwhelmed her senses. Her surroundings faded and Versailles found herself within a wall of endless pain and utter despair, howling with madness.
Ramose sensed something wrong the moment his mate's body froze. Before he could ask what happened, he heard her heart-rending shrill. His blood went cold and his heart trembled in fear. Without hesitation, he shifted forms.
”Versailles!”
He caught her writhing figure just before she fell to the ground. The moment he gathered her in his arms and looked at her painfully curled form, he stumbled.
His beautiful mate was covered in bloody marks that glared like vicious lich from her fair skin. The spectral lines, like the fangs of a vampire, drained her lifeforce as they grew at an alarming rate.
”Oh heavens, the Serpentine Queen is covered in bloody marks!”