A Mate For The Last Lycan

Twelve more curses to go for them to complete the beauty blood and from the look of it, they could force it, if only Khaos agreed.

It came as a surprise for them too that Zuri’s endurance was quite high. She was strong enough to be inflicted with multiple curses in such short period of time.

Probably it had something to do with the fact that she was with Khaos right now. The connection and attachment between them were strong, because Khaos didn’t bond with any other woman. He didn’t have a destined mate to share the attachment and affection.

"Yes, but the attachment between them can be a trouble. As we can see right now. The alpha is very reluctant to give her up and push forward with the next ritual even though, as we can see, the Shell is ready."

Elijah was talking to someone in the darkness. He was in the hidden chapel, sitting in one of the pews, while someone was sitting right behind him.

It was hard to tell, who was this man, because he was wearing this black cloak that covered his face and almost his whole body, aside from his hands. If you looked at him closely, you would be able to see the tattoo on his thumb. It was a simple tattoo. A small crescent moon in his inner right thumb, as if it was a birthmark instead of a tattoo.

"The alpha is only confused with his own feeling, because he has never experienced a mate bond before, so this attachment is very profound for him." His voice was calm and reassuring. Even when you couldn’t see his face, you would still be able to feel his strong presence that demanded your undivided respect. "Let him be for the meantime. He is trying to get his hand on the golden stamp. Once he got it, we will make a move on the Shell."

Elijah thought about it for a while and then nodded. It made senses. There was no point to distract the alpha’s concentration on getting the Verity Stamp.

"You are right. The Shell can wait. She is rather sober and coherent enough for a Shell, who has been inflicted by eighty eight curses. The Shell can wait."