His Accidental Luna

HER MATE, THE ROYAL PRINCE OF THE DEVONSHIRE KINGDOM

CHAPTER 47: HER MATE, THE ROYAL PRINCE OF THE DEVONSHIRE KINGDOM

The ceremony began. Tarik was staring outside of the same window, whereas his mother would often ask, but today she isn’t. He reckons that she may have been accompanying the King as they preceded, giving their blessings and speaking of the hope for those five maidens. Those five maidens to where a few may came back alive or not. He knew the forest. To where it lies recoiled one of the most dangerous beast and traps—enchantments that were old as ancient times beheld curses. They could die. They could get curse, and bewitched, if not trap. He knew what was the forest for. They wanted a queen who would be able to survive such danger because they believe that only the wise would come out there alive but that doesn’t key.

To fed on the wise mind isn’t always the locket for exit.

Tarik knew what his parents are looking for.

He heard soft footfalls from behind.

“Is it starting already?” It was Augustus, but the unusual fact was nobody was trailing from his behind. Since each servants are called to serve the guest, the maiden’s parents, and especially royal blood who came to watch at their best interest. The Kingdom would pursue them, urge them, evoking the wantons to have some of their heir participate to such tradition in spite of how dangerous it has become.

“It is.” Briefly, he said, scrunching his nose as he scHER MATE, THE ROYAL PRINCE OF THE DEVONSHIRE KINGDOMorn when he smelt something coming from Augustus scent. “Who did you do it again?”

Tarik isn’t happy at all. The latter only laugh at his accusation to which he did not bother to deny.

“Just somebody.” Augustus chuckled.

Tarik only clicked his tongue. He couldn’t really understand his brother. He couldn’t comprehend his actions—believing into mates, but losing himself through the call of flesh. His libido he couldn’t fathom, meanwhile him—never had he sleep with anybody, because he promised not to. Tarik onslaught ought to lose himself to his mate only to lost her in the process.

The mere thought still left a twinge of pang. It is still hard to think that all had happens. He still couldn’t get his hands on Duke. He may have as well attending to his duty as well as doing the job he had ordered him to. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but they needed to be quicker. One or another, of he failed to find his mate. Tarik would be force to get wedded, forging an alliance to another royal as they merge through getting wedded.

“That reminds me, why are you here?” Augustus curiously asked. “Don’t you wanted to bet who’ll win?”

“No.” His expression grim. “You know that I don’t fancy the tradition even on the slightest.”

“And why not?”

“Are you really asking me that?” He asked him.

“Well, I am just trying whether you will change your taste or not.” Augustus shrugged his shoulder, but Tarik knew him better.

“Don’t even try.” He warned him right before he tur Ed his back, proceeding towards the door, but he was stopped.

“I heard you.” Augustus uttered. “I overheard your conversation with Duke.” He added simply.

For an instance, it happened so fast. Before he could react, Tarik dashed and was holding him on his collars. His eyes protruded as they darkened, shadows looms as something spark on his face.

“What did you hear?” His shoulder are both tense

For no apparent reason, Augustus couldn’t help, but wonder whether he was still the same Tarik he knew, because he seems different. So much different as the Tarik he grew up with and on his memory was oftentimes cold, and compose.

“Chill—” He tried to laugh of the sudden temperamental nature which seems to grasp Tarik’s being. However, the same expression remain, and somehow... He could feel something evil brewing and brimming from him.

“Okay, I heard you and him, you were talking about visiting the Reinsworth Kingdom.” He uttered defeated.

“That’s it?” The darkness on his eyes lessen, even his hold loosen.

“That’s it.” Augustus frown. “Why? Is there’s something that I should not know of?”

“Nothing.” Tarik said before oddly he turned his back, this time he leave without leaving any trace. His silhouette disappearing—his presence already getting devoured by the shadows as it seems. His quick paced which left heavy thuds and the loud thumping of his heart to which he could tell cause by his beast. He may have loosen whatever was it, but his beast—it was still seeking, clawing its way out to have a taste that had them tempted for a moment—Augustus flesh and the feel of his body against them, struggling as they sink their canines.

Tarik clenched his jaw.

He knew how bad was it.

‘Stop.’ He growled inside his head, but of course his East was out of control. Its thirst he couldn’t quench, but he can’t lose himself now.

On the other hand, Augustus flattened the Crumple part of his clothes cause by the sudden stunt pulled by his brother. As he watched him disappear and so was his expression vanish alongside with him. His eyes narrowed. Doubts lay on his head to which he couldn’t fathom, but he knew why Tarik suddenly had gone crazy for a while.

He lied. Augustus lied.

He did not actually heard him plotting a visit to the Reinsworth Kingdom. What he heard was far more than what he speak of through words.

**

It was another night. Deprived sleep that Augustus had the urge to let out all the worries had bottled up with him. And of course something happened. She had softened the heart conjured inside his chest. He took away his fears through her touch and her lips—it is the anxiety, his anxious being growing through the night because of the mere thought the tradition would take away the freedom he had. Soon enough, Augustus would be chained towards the marriage to which had he never asked.

He couldn’t really understand. Why do they need to make up a master race. Why do they need to make customs that would sacrifice their own child? It doesn’t make sense, when the moon Goddess had created the fate they had, a mate given, such person who would be their strength at all times.

Lost, when he passed by towards the room—to which belongs to Tarik. The light inside are dimly lit, and he could feel two presence speaking to each other. Their voice low, but it wasn’t low enough for his inhuman hearing to pry and peer. He knew that he shouldn’t listen, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Did you find her?” He could hear Tarik, and somehow... He seems to be frustrated.

Augustus frowns. Her? Whose her he is speaking to? He thought. It is just weird, and strange that he is speaking of a woman to whom Augustus haven’t had any idea about.

With that thought in mind, Augustus leaned closer.

“I haven’t had yet, your highness.” It was Duke. Augustus knew that the familiar voice belongs to him. He is Tarik’s personal servant and his warrior.

Augustus squinted his eyes. Now he is growing curios, intrigued. Now that woman who seems to have gotten his brother’s attention drives him crazy.

‘Who could it be?’ He thought, his lips protruding in a grin as he had never seen him like this before.

“But I have some news—” He hard Duke paused momentarily. “We found some traces of her scent towards the boundary of the next kingdom, Reinsworth Kingdom to which we assumed she might had been there.”

That perks his attention. Reinsworth Kingdom is to where the Vampire lies, they are an allies of their Kingdom. Unlike what legends always tend to vent out foretold stories, it was in fact lies. They are not enemies. They are friends, they had made the tribune for a very long time leading for their people to live side by side without anything at all to hindered the relationship and bond that their ancestors try their hardest to come up with.

“Is that so?” He heard Tarik uttered. “Then I wanted you to enter the Kingdom and seek for her. “ He added.

“I will, Sir.”

When he heard the footfalls coming, Augustus quickly hide his scent and leave through the shadows, not leaving any trails as if he was never been there on the first place. Going back to his own quarters, Augustus was filled with the same intriguing thoughts.

“Who are you?” He uttered through the night as he lay, pertaining towards the man who was making Tarik gone crazily insane.

**

Now bringing him back to the present, he could tell now who she is on his life. Augustus didn’t need to guess a lot of why’s, because he knew... He knew that woman whoever she is was his mate. She is Tarik’s mate. However, Augustus somehow felt bad. Saddened by the fact, thinking and falling into conclusions that he may have been seeking through her only because he wanted to reject her.

“Shit.” He cursed, or perhaps—she is one of the reason why Tarik was retreating back, taking against his will before to join the ceremony.

Then Olive’s fear is fruitless. By means of, he didn’t to worry about his brother taking the throne form him as he reign.

His lips protruded, not before uttering some words of help. “I’ll help you find her.”

But his words did not get through Tarik, who on contrary was taking means of as he continue on his way. Deep on the Kingdom to where the dungeon was, because that was only place to where he would be able to suppress himself from lashing out to everybody ahead.

“I—I’m near...” He trailed of.

He was gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw as the stairs lead him be.

There are no light from below, but a few luminesce seeping—seething across as they gave out, spreading a dimly lit luminosity although Tarik and his species, wolves like him have the ability to see through the dark. They can see, and pry much more clearly because of what they are capable of.

It didn’t take long for Tarik. Soon enough the smell, and the coldness finally devoured him slowly. Unwelcomed ambiance as the cell doors began to sight see. Breathing hardly as sweats trickled on his forehead, he took another step and right before, it did not take another minute before Tarik found himself inside the cell.

It felt so much colder, much more chiller as the chains lies. He did not waste any second. Tarik ahold of it, although it burnt his palms. He did not whimpered, he bearded with it as he forcibly, coercively sorrounded. and tied the chain across his arms and his feet, he did not even leave his body free from it.

His beast growled. It was ferocious as it shook the Palace walls. It do not like the way on how much he wad suppressing its capability. It does not like it. In disagreement as it forced its way, that’s when Tarik lost his control. He was slipping away. Far from the darkness—towards the abyss to which he had seen himself fall before. It is when he couldn’t stop himself from hurting anybody, and so Tarik endure it ‘stead of having some or a few wounded.

The Queen knows about it, but most of the time, she didn’t.

Tarik shut down his orbs. In seek of the warmth Devon provided and her calmness, the feel of her lips against his own as his memory surged for him to remember.

Slowly, a smile grasp a hold of his lips. Smiling briefly when the shadows coiled around Tarik. They are devouring him, while h his body was morphing towards the savage beast—wild and dangerous as it yearned to be free, the liberty he couldn’t give it to it, because once he does, it will only bring chaos and pain, turmoil and. Some things to which he won’t be able to hold back anymore.

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