CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
1426 Words
ELINA
Shit.
How stupid I am.
F*ck.
Why did I do that?
I shouldn't have gone to the forest, I shouldn't have attacked him, and I definitely shouldn't have let him do… that to me.
It was one stupid mistake after another, everything I have been building in the last year went to hell in an instant, and all because he got close enough to me to get me all confused so I let myself be taken away by the moment, what a fool I am, I should never have allowed none of those things happened, and now he must be thinking I am a fickle fool that he can manipulate with just a few words, and his f*cking perfect, sculpted body.
No, I shouldn't think about his naked body, it was enough with what just happened, I don't need to remember it anymore.
"Majesty?" Camille's voice startles me, and I notice that she is standing at the entrance of the forest, looking nervous.
"Camille, what are you doing here?" I ask her, and she seems to be struggling to find the words.
"I noticed that you were coming to the forest, and I thought you would need a coat when you transformed back," she replies, handing me a coat that is clearly too big for her, and when I take it in my hands I feel that August's scent is permeated in it, and I frown.
"August, come out of wherever you are hiding!" I yell, and a few seconds later he comes out from behind a tree looking uncomfortable.
"It's not what you think," he tells me defensively.
"Oh, really? Then please explain what is going on here?" I ask them, even though I know I shouldn't be so harsh on them considering their current situation, and also what I just did myself.
“Camille saw you coming, and I also saw Bastian enter the forest, so we both had the same idea at the same time, I guess, we met here at the entrance of the forest, and well, then we decided to give you a little privacy so you could talk quietly,” He replies, and I raise an eyebrow at him and his idiotic excuse.
Because although I completely believe in Camille's version of her coming here for me, I know that he is not one of those who run after Bastian like an obedient puppy, and even less if he also noticed my presence here, clearly he came because he saw the opportunity to be alone with my warrior and wanted to try something with her, although judging by Camille's annoyed attitude, it is evident that he did not succeed.
"Well, how convenient that you are here now because your king needs you," I tell him, and the idiotic smile he had as he looked at Camille is replaced by a confused expression.
“Did something happen to Bastian? Is he alright?" he asks me.
"He was attacked, and he's a bit injured so he can't transform yet, I think you should go in your wolf form and bring him with you so you can get there faster," I reply, and he looks genuinely concerned.
"HE WAS ATTACKED? By whom?" he asks me with fear.
"Well ... by me," I reply, and they both gape at me in surprise.
“Did you attack King Vark? Why? Did he do something to you?" Camille asks immediately.
"He would never do anything bad to her, that's absurd," August responds defensively.
"Oh seriously? You mean he won't do anything ELSE to her,” she tells him, as she crosses her arms and looks at him in annoyance.
"It is all a huge misunderstanding, he would never do anything on purpose to harm her," August responds, and Camille snorts in disbelief.
"Yes of course, it was all the product of the collective imagination of the Red Army, after all, we are just a group of stinky Rogues, aren't we?" she tells him with annoyance.
"You know that is not what I meant, I didn't know you were from the Red Army, I thought you were part of the Crimson’s Army, and besides, you don't look like a stinky rogue to me..." August tries to defend himself, but I stop him before he keeps sinking himself deeper.
"August, Bastian needs help," I repeat, and he looks at me in surprise as if he just remembered that I am standing between them.
“Oh yeah, Bastian… well, I will go find him,” he mutters before starting off into the woods as he takes off his clothes to transform, and I notice Camille's eyes darken with desire.
"Shall we go back inside?" I ask her.
"Yes, of course," she replies, reluctantly taking her gaze from August's half-naked figure.
"I know it is late now, but we'd better start packing things up now, we will leave first thing tomorrow," I tell her, and she looks at me with concern.
“How bad was the attack? Do you think they can retaliate against us if we stay?" She asks me.
"No, it was just a bite on the shoulder, nothing serious, and I am sure they won't retaliate for it," I reply.
"Then why should we leave before finishing the search?" She asks me.
"Because I am afraid I won't be able to control myself if I stay close to him," I answer her with honesty.
"Oh, I see, you think you will end up hurting him even more if you stay, don't you?" she asks me naively.
"Uhhh ... yeah, that is precisely what I was referring to," I reply evasively, trying not to think about what really worries me.
"Well then, I will let everyone know that they should have everything ready to leave early tomorrow," she replies before bowing slightly and leaving to deliver the message.
I get into the room where the babies are sleeping soundly, the babysitter gets up as soon as she sees me come in, and I signal her that she can go to sleep in her own room now, and she nods and leaves immediately; so, I go over to the crib where they are both lying, and watch them for a long time, then internally curse myself when I notice that Bastian was right.
They do look a lot like him.
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