Chapter 138 - Meeting With The Ruling Wolf Pack (1/2)

”Attack? I got attacked?” That would explain why she felt so weak.

Only, she didn't remember anything about this attack?

”...By the time I sensed something wrong, your whole body was covered in blood veins. They attacked you with Thunder-Kill Spectra.” As Ramose recalled the scene of his mate writhing in agony, his eyes darkened with pain and a ruthless gleam.

He will make them pay!

”Thunder-Kill Spectra...” A cold chill traveled down her spine and Versailles instinctively shivered from just saying the parasite's name.

Thunder-Kill Spectra was one of the most vicious parasites in the Nar realm. The only one of its kind, there was no method to safely extract it once it entered a living beast's body. Using its host's lifeforce, it sustains its existence and grows with one ice night. If not extracted in time, by the next warm morning, the infected beast would be gone from the surface of the realm.

From this, one can see that the one behind her attack not only wanted her gone, but they wanted her gone writhing in pain!

'Good. Very good. It seems like someone is tired of living.'

A vicious gleam flashed through her pupils and morphed her features. Since they dared to attack her so viciously, Versailles had no intention of showing mercy. Breathing deeply, she controlled her turbulent emotions and placed her hand on her mate's head.

His body was trembling from what she perceived to be suppressed rage. She could now understand why he was overly clingy and fervent. He was afraid she would be attacked again.

Softly running her fingers through the sleek, obsidian black strands, she soothingly whispered.

”Calm down, Ramose. I am not going anywhere. There is no magic, good or evil, light or dark, that can separate us in the seven realms. Am I not fine? Even a Thunder-Kill Spectra does not have the ability to separate me from you. So why do you give some measly beast such importance?”

”Because that measly beast harmed you within my presence. That measly beast made you suffer unimaginable torment and pain. And because that measly beast made me realize my power and strength mean nothing if you are injured.”

Ramose raised his head and looked into her violet eyes.

”I will stay beside you and you will stay beside me. If anything happens at that time, I will either protect you with my life or die protecting you.” He solemnly vowed.

Versailles eyes filled with tears when she heard him. Before her reincarnation, Ramose and her had died in each other's embrace. She took the staff meant for him and he used the same staff to impale their bodies together, dying with her.

She had no doubt that he would do anything and go to any length to protect her.

Just as she would do the same for him.

Ramose saw her eyes fill with tears and anxiously tried to stop them. Sitting by her side, he gently cupped her cheeks and tenderly kissed her eyes.

”Don't cry...don't cry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have talked about dying. I won't ever talk about dying again. I will live an eternity in bliss with you...hmm?”

”Heh...you promised. You will live an eternity in bliss with me.” A cunning smirk graced her lips, making his breath hitch.

”Of course! Living an eternity with you has always been my dream!” He replied in a fluster, his face brightening on seeing her tears finally stop.

”Now, let's get you back in bed. You still have not recovered fully.” Picking her up, he walked to the bedside and carefully laid her down. After covering her, he sat beside her and gently rubbed her head.

”The more rest you get, the quicker you will recover. Close your eyes. I am right beside you.”

Versailles's heart warmed and she snuggled into her blanket, her eyes fixed on her mate as she drowsily fell into a peaceful slumber.

Ramose faintly smiled and kissed her forehead, an act he found very enjoyable. He closed his eyes and deeply inhaled her enticing scent.

”Wolf King!”

Right at this moment, Olsen's anxious voice sounded from outside the room, shattering his blissful moment. Sighing despondently, he gave his mate one last glance and reluctantly left to meet his right-hand commander.

Olsen nervously paced outside the magnificent room, his forehead covered in sweat as he wondered why his King told him to assemble the Ruling Wolf Pack.

Similar to the vampire's Elder Council, the Werewolf Clan's Ruling Wolf Pack handled affairs of the clan in the absence of their King. Different from the Bloodsucking Clan was the division of responsibility and duties each Ruling Pack Leader handled.

There were no such things as Main and Second or Third Branch in the Werewolf Clan. Instead, the werewolves were all deemed to be of the same status aside from the King, who was the head of the Pack. The only difference in their status was the station they were placed in charge of.

As normally busy individuals, the Ruling Wolf Pack rarely appeared in public, the shadow of their presence only felt in actions. For the King to suddenly request their appearance was both surprising and unnerving.

Wiping off another drip of sweat, Olsen felt close to fainting as the Ruling Wolf Pack's cold expressions resurfaced in his mind.

By the time Ramose appeared, his right-hand commander's face was pale as he leaned weakly against the wall.

”You, what is wrong with you? Why do you look like a corpse?” He asked in displeasure.

His mate was still unwell. He did not want other unhealthy individuals wandering around her hall.