Chapter 135 - Regaining Conscious (1/2)

She sensed the warm lips glued to her own before she saw Ramose's enlarged face. Her heart skipped a beat and her face flushed.

”Slap!”

Without hesitation, she slapped the man's face, who fell to the side in a stunned daze.

”You...you...you wolf! What a beast! What in the Nar were you doing!?” Embarrassed and flustered, Versailles picked up the ice worms wriggling around her and hurled them at the beast.

”You dare take advantage of me in my sleep? See if I don't teach you a lesson today!” She was so angry that she didn't even notice the wolf only staring blankly at her. His dark, muddy eyes filled with tears, and unable to restrain his turbulent emotions, he lunged forward and enveloped her in an overbearing hug.

”Versailles, Versailles...Light, you are back. You didn't leave me. I knew you wouldn't leave me. I knew it!” Crying and laughing hysterically, Ramose pampered her face with kisses, making her face redden.

”You beast, you are still at it?” Versailles cursed as she hit him on the back, trying to disentangle herself from him.

But how could Ramose, whose heart froze and life plunged into darkness let her go so easily? Her motionless form was still fresh in his mind, making him want to spend the rest of his eternity tightly stuck to her body, wrapped in her warm embrace as he listened to her racing heart.

From the moment her writing figure fell into his arms, he felt his heart go dead as the only light in his life winked out. Time crawled at an excruciatingly slow speed, while at the same time, it felt as if an eternity had passed while he remained stuck in a cold and empty void.

”Versailles, I love you.” He softly whispered the words in her ear, causing her struggling form to freeze before her body shivered.

”I love you, do you hear?” He repeated, encouraged by her reaction. At this moment, Ramose wanted nothing more than to tell his mate how much he loved her.

”Huh?”

Versailles was stumped. What was up with the Werewolf King? He seemed a little different from usual, more expressive, fervent?

Even though she was confused by his sudden overflowing affection, Versailles's face flushed red with embarrassment as she shyly lowered her head.

In her 18 years of life, no one had ever told her that they loved her. No one had ever said those words to her with such deep emotions. Her heart surged with turbulent waves as her head felt light and her vision blurred.

Before she could say anything, Versailles's eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted.

The Werewolf King that was peppering his mate's face with kisses, felt her body go limp and his heart instantly went to his throat.

”Great Healer! Great Healer! Get here quickly! What's wrong with Versailles!?” Frightened out of his wits, Ramose leaped off the ice bed with his mate and ran towards the stunned beast.

The Great Healer and Olsen were sitting in a corner of the room and sighing in pity and sympathy for the Werewolf King, when suddenly, they saw the serpentine that was presumed dead, awaken as if she was only asleep.

Stunned speechless, they watched King Ramose come alive with a joyful roar that melted their heart. Seeing him return to his senses as easily as if he himself was only acting made them gap in an even greater shock.

'Sigh, like mate, like mate. One wakes from the dead, other returns from the brink of insanity.'

Just as they were sighing at the miraculous pair, the Werewolf King suddenly appeared in front of them with his unconscious mate.

”Oh, yes, yes. Quick, let me take a look!” Great Healer Lev jumped to his feet and anxiously weaved a few spells on her before he approached the Wolf King. After doing a quick diagnosis, he sighed in relief.

”Wolf King, don't worry. The Serpentine Queen is only tired and drained. The parasite had sucked out most of her lifeforce, bringing her on the verge of death. However, due to some unknown reason, she managed to not only wrestle back the lifeforce drained out of her but also managed to expel the parasite on her own.” At this, Great Healer Lev's brows scrunched into a frown.

The matter that he just described was unbelievable to even his own ears. How could a beast infected with the Thunder-Kill Spectra have the strength to fight back, snatch the lifeforce drained from them, and even expel the parasite out of their body without any outside assistance?

The more he thought about it, the stranger the matter became. But aside from the serpentine doing on her own, there was no other explanation. After all, the Werewolf King had done nothing but donate blood.

What the Great Healer didn't know was that Ramose and Versailles were mates bond together not only in heart and mind but in soul as well. While donating blood might have just been an ordinary matter in most cases, in theirs, it was equal to donating a portion of their essence to the other.

When Ramose cried blood tears over Versailles's body, the tears in his eyes were a part of his blood essence. One that came straight from his heart. Combined with the blood he was already donating, a mystical force was awakened in Versailles's body.

This was the same force that awakened when she was at the Floating Flame Island of the serpentine, and in the Soul Sundering Pit during the Battle of Wars.

”So, nothing is wrong with Versailles? She will wake up after getting rest, right?” Ramose nervously asked.

”Yes, she will be okay. Only, she will need extra care. Even though she will appear well and healthy, she had almost lost her life. It will take a little bit of time for her to truly regain her original strength. As such, she will require assistance even during washing. Placing a maid or two on watch at all times will be a good measure.”

”Hmm. Thank you, Great Healer. Olsen, please treat the healer to a meal and take care of his settlement for the day.” Ramose held his mate close to his chest and turned to leave the room.

”Of course, Wolf King!”

”Send someone to clean up the place. Have this room turned into an entertainment hall, I will bring Versailles here when she recovers for a breather.” He shouted over his shoulder.

Olsen happily watched his King leave with his mate.

'That was close.'

His heart was still pounding from the scare of the Serpentine Queen's presumed death. Thinking of this, he turned to the Great Healer with a dark scowl.