Chapter 138: Nobody Ever Calls for Gypsies
Althea couldn’t stop smiling. The dark red blood had already dried at the corners of her lips, cracking uncomfortably as the stretched skin on her pale face pulled taut. Yet, despite the unpleasant sensation, the queen’s excitement easily overshadowed it.
The king was dead. She had killed him, at last.
Her eyes narrowed as she glared down at the gaping wound in the middle of the dead man’s chest. The black emptiness where his heart used to be filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction.
Unlike her promise to Kai, she could no longer give that heart to the prince. Instead, she would use it for something that would, without a doubt, bring Lorelai back.
Once and for all.
Blood is thicker than water, she mused, her blood-stained teeth gleaming beneath her wide smile. The beast king thought his blood was omnipotent, but alas! The only blood bond that matters is the family one. Just wait a little longer, princess. Soon, you will be back where you truly belong.
"Mother," Kai’s cold voice echoed through the throne room, the sharp click of his shoes on the marble floor resembling the steps of a giant. "Everyone already knows by now. We need to make an official statement to the people of Erelith."
Althea’s twisted grin immediately faded, replaced by a deep frown of resentment.
The king’s death had been planned, but she was in no mood to handle it properly. After the lycan king ruined all her carefully laid plans, the queen found it surprisingly difficult to restore the order she had meticulously created.