The Lycan King's Healer
The Lycan King’s Healer – Chapter 42

“What are you doing out here?” I demanded, trying to mask my weariness with annoyance. We had never been alone together before.

She stepped closer, and now I could see the scars more clearly. They disrupted her features greatly, the result of scabs and the ghosts of deep marks. I didn’t feel even a shred of guilt.

“I saw what you did,” she said, grinning a hideous smile. She now projected what was inside of her, so I deemed her new look as rather fitting, “you cursed that girl.”

I glared at her. “Just like I cursed you? Yeah, I know.”

“So you admit it,” she mused, prowling closer, her heels echoing against the corridor marble. She wore a black stress dusted in sparkles, elegant and gothic, her lipstick a b***d red. Black diamond earrings dangled from her ears.

“Why wouldn’t I take the pleasure of admitting I ruined your pretty little face?” I asked with sarcasm and acid dripping from my tone.

She smirked. “You seem to forget your audience.”

“I know my audience perfectly. Sad, desperate, and pathetic.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, her smirk faltering as she hissed, “That girl you cursed, I suppose you don’t know her. She is the princess of a kingdom north of us.”

I shrugged. “So?”

“You would be in some political trouble if her parents found out,” she sang, examining me closely, “but that’s the least of your worries.”

“It is the least of my worries,” I said, narrowing my eyes back at her. “You would know.”

She tilted her head at me innocently. “What ever do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” I growled, “who are you getting to shoot your arrows for you?”

A blank look of unregonition crossed her face. “I have no idea what you’re f*****g talking about.”

“Oh sure, act innocent,” I sneered, trying to see her reaction. I did not think it was her involved, but there was no harm in testing her.

“I don’t know what fried your small brain, but we’re not talking about the same thing,” she said, disgust present on her face, “I meant the least of your worries due to the fact that I can easily tell your mommy-in-law it was you who cursed her.”

“Who says she’ll believe you?” I laughed dryly.

“You’re forgetting she’s my mother in law too,” she purred, looking down at her sharp nails. “And likes me a lot more.”

I glared at her, my stomach dropping. “You wouldn’t.”

“Imagine what they’d do to you once anyone utters you’re a healer witch that cursed the Queen,” she cackled to herself, “it’d be worse than the first time.”

I paled, staring at her incredulously. I felt like I was going to throw up. Emily wasn’t behind the arrows and the notes; she was not about brute force. She was all about trickery.

“You wouldn’t do that,” I gasped, frowning, “they’d execute me.”

“They didn’t the first time, unfortunately,” she purred, tilting her head in an amused realization. “This time, they would though.”

“Emily,” I snapped, then sighed, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest. “Fine. What do I have to do?”

She smirked triumphantly, the dim moonlight making her look evil. “Clearly, Aldrich is never going to give up being with you,” she said in pure disgust, like the words on her lips were poison, “therefore, I unfortunately cannot tell you to leave him.” She started pacing, her heels clicking and clacking like raptor claws.

I felt sick to my stomach.

When she seemed to finally decide something, she stopped, smiling at me menacingly. “You can never marry Aldrich. If you do, I will tell the Queen and the entire town. Deal?”

I clenched my jaw, my nostrils flaring. I had no choice.

“You have a deal. But remember this,” I warned, glaring at her. I stepped in closer to her, and she had the intelligence to step back. “You often forget who you’re dealing with.” I lifted my fingers as if I was going to flick them, and she flinched.

I laughed at her before turning around, walking away from her.

Aldrich

I watched her leave the ballroom in an anxious haste, concern coming over me. She was no longer in my eyesight, which was simply something I could not permit regardless if she wanted privacy or not. I started to rush after her when someone stepped in front of me.

“Look who it is,” Elias mused, smirking. I startled at the sight of him; Benjamin was by his side, his expression unreadable. Everyone looked toward us, eager to see the three princes together.

“Man of the hour!” Benjamin exclaimed with feigned, sarcastic enthusiasm.

“Again,” Elias purred, looking at me with a catlike deviousness. “You know, Aldrich, I think you may be becoming rather arrogant with these back to back celebrations for yourself.”

“Yes, I think you may need to humble yourself a bit. We can help you with that,” Benjamin sneered.

I ignored their ramblings and left the dance floor, walking over to the thrones. Whatever they wanted to say to me, they could say in front of the King and Queen. Maybe dumb brute Benjamin would accidentally tell on himself.

I paled, staring at her incredulously. I felt like I was going to throw up. Emily wasn’t behind the arrows and the notes; she was not about brute force. She was all about trickery.

“What are we even celebrating specifically? That you lost half your army?” Elias laughed. They knew I did not want the banquet to be thrown; I never did.

I wanted to spit in Benjamin’s face and declare that he was the reason for that. But Elias surely knew. As they instigated me, it began to settle in that Elias was most likely in on it. But then again, why would he allow Benjamin to be in a position of taking the throne?

“Only someone utterly obsessed with himself would throw a celebration after so many of his warriors died,” Elias purred.

“Watch your mouth,” I warned, and it projected a bit too loud.

A crow began to form, not obviously, but the people surrounding us immediately all paused to watch. I cursed under my breath as the King and Queen looked toward us, curious.

A blonde head came storming through the crowd and I immediately recognized it as Cathy, weaving through the dense group of people to get to me.

“What is going on?” she demanded, looking to me for the answer. Elias and Benjamin laughed as they inspected her vindictively.

“Nothing,” I answered, hooking my arm around her lower back, “we were just leaving.”

“Leaving?” the Queen questioned.

The revelers around us looked even more suspicious at that. Elias and Benjamin prawled to us like hyenas.

“He is leaving because he is arrogant,” Benjamin said, “he does not appreciate the celebration you have so gracefully thrown for him.”

I stormed up to him, glaring. “I would never take my mother for granted.”

“Then stay,” he challenged, jutting his chin up.

“It’s the least you can do for the people mourning our warriors,” Elias added.

“At least he does something for the people,” Cathy retorted suddenly. A murmur of response rang through the crowd, the people looking criminally impressed. They had not gotten to know their new princess until now.

“I will not take criticism from average werewolf scum,” Benjamin defended Elias, wrinkling his nose in distaste.

She looked at him for a moment. Poor Benjamin did not know that look, but I did. A blank, passive look that required one to look into her eyes to predict the brewing storm.

My wife walked up to him, slowly, then struck him across the face.

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