Escaping The King's Confinement

CHAPTER 2:

Ishan sprinted away as fast as he could, driven by desperation to distance himself from the palace. In his frantic escape, he neglected to take the motorbike that Vance had lent him, leaving it behind.

Nervousness and fear surged within him, especially with the king so close on his heels. All that occupied his thoughts was the urgent need to elude the king once more.

As he ran, he lost all sense of direction. Returning to his home in Poblacion was not an option; he knew the king would undoubtedly search for him there.

Eventually, he found himself wandering through the thick forest, pushing on until the kingdom was far behind and exhaustion crept in.

“Huh! Hmmm.” Gasping for breath, he began to slow down, finally stopping at a large tree.

Approaching it, he leaned against the trunk, taking a moment to regain his breath.

If he had only considered riding Vance's motorcycle sooner, he might have managed to escape far away and avoid the exhaustion creeping over him.

Compounding his fatigue was his condition; if he didn't pause now, there was a real possibility of harm befalling the one he carried.

“Hang on, baby. We can get away from that demon. He’s not in his territory, so he can’t hurt us,” he reassured the weight in his womb, his hand resting there gently.

Though he had been carrying it for four months, the bump was subtle enough that it could easily be overlooked.

However, it had begun to take a toll on his stamina, causing him to tire more quickly.

“Haha,” he chuckled, though it was laced with madness, as the vision of the king danced in his mind.

As tears streamed down his face, thoughts of Vance overwhelmed him.

“You betrayed me, Vance. I trusted you, but…” he trailed off as he slid down to the ground and sat there, hugging his legs tightly.

With his face buried in his knees, the dam finally broke and he wept openly for the betrayal that had shattered his trust.

He remained seated for several minutes, the tears subsiding as he realized he was no longer alone in the forest.

A wolf approached, and as it drew near, it gradually transformed into a human figure.

Startled, he noted the devilish smile that danced across the man's lips as he neared. The scent of the man’s pheromones filled the air, and while its strong influence had waned, he still felt weakened by fatigue from his earlier escape.

Adding to his discomfort, a sudden sharp pain pierced his stomach, compelling him to stand, only to find himself collapsing back to the ground in agony.

“f**k, not this time, please,” he muttered weakly, his gaze locked on the approaching figure.

Before he could brace himself against the stomach pain, the man seized him forcefully, causing him to wince as his head struck the rough root of the tree.

The man loomed above him, casting a dark shadow.

"What a beautiful creature," the man remarked with a devilish grin.

"Ugh. L-let me go," he protested, frustration lacing his voice as he struggled weakly against his assailant.

Exhausted and unable to fend off the pain gripping his stomach, he pleaded.

"No! Please."

He was taken aback when the man callously ripped his clothes.

"Hahahaha. How delightful it is to witness such beauty," the man taunted as he leaned closer and licked one of his n*****s.

"Ahhhh. F-f**k you. N-no. Ugh," he gasped, clenching his eyes shut as the man sank his teeth into his n****e.

Just when he thought he couldn't endure any more, a sudden kick sent his assailant flying away. Dazed and unable to comprehend the chaos surrounding him, the exhaustion clouded his senses, intensified by the king's overpowering pheromones that left his vision hazy.

His gaze followed the man who had tormented him, and then his savior, who was delivering relentless punches to his attacker.

A few moments later, the man who had come to his aid approached him with a smile. Seeing Vance in front of him, he instinctively held out his hand, warmth radiating from his expression.

“V-Vance,” he stammered, tears welling up again. In times of need, it was always Vance who had offered his support and understanding.

But as his vision cleared, that familiar warmth was overshadowed by a piercing, furious gaze.

Slowly, he retracted his hand.

“N-no,” he managed to utter weakly, struggling to rise to his feet.

Yet, it was too late; the man who had helped him seized his arm with a fierce grip, forcing him to stand.

…..

Fueled by anger over Karrim's words, he did not hesitate to chase after his wife.

“Zarim,” Karrim shouted after him, but he disregarded every call.

“Hmmm.”

As he stepped through the palace doorway, he closed his eyes and drew in the familiar scent of his wife's pheromones carried by the breeze.

“You can't escape me this time, habibi,” he declared, a grin spreading across his lips.

Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped over the closed gate and landed carelessly, undeterred by the height.

Following the trail of his wife's scent, he sprinted with unwavering determination, confident he would catch up with him.

Time was of the essence; he would not let him slip away again. He pressed on, guided by his fragrance, until at last, he found him

His anger surged once more, not because of his wife's escape, but due to the shocking scene before him.

Ishan was desperately trying to break free from the man who had him pinned down on the ground.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward and delivered a powerful kick to the intruder, sending him sprawling away.

But his fury did not end there; unsatisfied with just the kick, he followed the fallen man and unleashed a barrage of punches, each strike fueled by his rage.

He didn't relent until the man was completely unconscious.

"Ugh!" he gasped—not from exhaustion after the flurry of blows, but from the boiling anger directed at the man who had the audacity to touch his wife and perpetrate such a vile act.

"No one can touch what is mine," he exclaimed with fury, stomping down on the man’s face before pivoting to head back towards his wife.

"V-vance," his wife’s voice stammered, the name escaping his lips as he raised a trembling hand.

A faint smile lingered on his tear-streaked cheeks.

"N-no," he protested weakly.

In that moment, as he caught a glimpse of his adversary, he instinctively withdrew his hand, realizing what he had done.

The thought of another name on his wife’s lips ignited a surge of rage within him. He seized the boy by the arm with a violent grip, yanking him upward.

"You dared to call your alpha's name in front of me, huh? But let me make it clear, he is not the one who rescued you," he spat, anger dripping from his words as he pinched his wife's cheek with a single hand. "Disappointed, habibi?"

His fury unleashed a wave of pheromones, overwhelming and debilitating.