Chapter 129
Chapter 129
PRIMUS ALEXANDER’S POV
Levi blocked the doorway with that smug look on his face. “You can’t keep her locked to your side forever.”
I growled low in my chest. “Watch me.”
He folded his arms, calm as ever. “Two weeks, Alexander. Two. The pack hasn’t seen you. The Order has been restless since you killed Zedd. And the Luna-”
I huffed my chest, “My Luna is exactly where she should be. With me.” The words came out rougher than I
meant.
For two weeks I hadn’t let Aquamarine out of my sight, hadn’t allowed a single day to pass without her taste on my tongue or her body beneath mine. I had fucked her against the walls, in my bed, on the floor, the bathtub wherever the need hit, and she never once pulled away.
She burned for me as much as I burned for her.
And yet, every time I looked at her, I searched. Waiting. Watching. For the shift. For the scales.
But nothing came.
He sighed, rubbing his temples like he was the one exhausted. “I understand that you’re love struck but for heaven’s sake let her rest. Don’t turn this into an obsession.”
Obsession?
He didn’t understand.
He couldn’t.
The moment she wasn’t in my sight, my chest ached like someone had torn it open. The beast clawed under my skin, restless, hungry to get back to her.
I don’t understand it myself.
Is it because I confessed my feelings? Does my beast also like her the way my wolf does?
My body still ached with the memory of how she clung to me this morning, how she whispered my name like
a prayer and a curse at the same time when I took her in the bathtub.
I went to the chest, broke the seal, and pulled out the Core Fang and the scroll. Both heavier than they looked.
But there was one thing I couldn’t ignore. The scroll.
I’d destroyed everything else–everything that came from the Moonstone pack.
I didn’t trust myself with them.
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My hunger for power, for control, would have been too great, and with her in my arms, I refused to risk it.
That’s one of the things that got me into this mess. This curse.
So I swallowed them down, let their ashes become part of me, so they couldn’t tempt me again.
But the scroll survived.
Fiona had thrown it into the fire with everything else, but it didn’t burn. It didn’t even blacken. It sits locked away, untouched, waiting, like it knows I’ll come for it.
Like it knows the truth carved into Aquamarine’s blood isn’t finished with me yet. I don’t know why I felt soo drawn to it.
Is it because Aquamarine was born with the key around her neck? And has a matching birthmark?
“I’ll give you one hour,” I bit out. “Then I’m coming back.”
Levi smirked, “We’ll see about that. Come. The new study’s ready.”
We walked in silence. The Core Fang throbbed faintly in my palm, the scroll cold against my other hand.
In the new room, Levi pointed to a warded pedestal. “Put them there.”
I placed the scroll, then the Fang. The runes flared, sealing them.
Levi said nothing more as we walked away, but I didn’t turn back toward my chambers. My feet carried me down instead–stone stairs, the stench of iron and blood, until the cold of the dungeon wrapped around us.
The guards stiffened when they saw me. I didn’t bother to look at them.
“Open it.”
Chains clanked as they pulled the bars back.
He sat slumped against the wall, his hair wild, his slave clothes filthy with dried blood. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked smaller, beaten, but when his eyes lifted to me, they gleamed with spite.
Pure hatred. Like the look on Clifford’s eyes when he almost saw me shift.
“Primus,” he rasped, his lips curling. “Or should I say… cursed beast.”
My eyebrows ticked.
I felt Levi’s blood boil beside me, but I lifted a hand to silence him.
I stepped inside, crouched low so he had to meet my eyes. “You should pray I keep you breathing, Liam. Tell me- who handed you all those artefacts? Who are you working for?”
He spat at my boots, the glob mixed with blood. “You think killing Felix changed anything? Change my loyalty? You think bedding that lifeless white demon would change fate? You’re already lost, demon snake.”
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My fist slammed his face soo hard that I felt his skull crack under my fist. His blood splattered everywhere. Teeth broken, jaw dislocated and breathing stilled.
He knew too much.
More than he should. More than a mere slave should.
Levi’s voice was sharp. “Alex.”
With a nod from me, Levi poured a potion on Liam’s head and within seconds, he came back to life.
But groaning in pain.
“I asked you a question,” I growled, my hand fisting in his hair, jerking his face up. His teeth gnashed together, but his eyes… they weren’t afraid.
Not even close, it was more like he had gotten used to this treatment every day. “One word about my Luna, and I swear Liam….. you’ll curse the Gods for your existence.”
“Do your worst,” he whispered. “The great witch already marked you. She’ll be your end as she is your curse.”
I almost laughed. “You think if I let one of my Kyrexeis touch you, you’d survive?”
I shoved him. “Undo his chains and send in Aaron.”
I watched Liam’s swollen eyes flicker.
Then I turned, storming out before I tore his throat out myself. He has been repeating that name for months.
The Great Witch.
As if that’s who he worshipped. As if that’s what the Moonstone pack believed in. Witchcraft, at its peak.
I should have gone to my chambers this time. But my wolf had other plans–to follow that same forbidden scent that had been stuck to me for weeks.
