Stolen by the Beastly Lycan King-Chapter 115: All She Will Ever Know

The king’s question made Naveen frown, her cold blue eyes narrowing like piercing icicles.

"Only the witch who casts a spell or curse has the power to lift it," she said firmly. "You could drain yourself completely, giving the princess your blood, but it wouldn’t matter. The spells will keep returning, perpetuating themselves endlessly. If the queen dies, her spells will remain, etched into existence forever."

Though the room was already cloaked in darkness, it seemed to grow heavier still, the air thick with mounting tension. The beast inside Rhaegar clawed at the edges of his control, desperate to break free. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his wild nature at bay.

Naveen clicked her tongue in disapproval and gave him a sharp, assessing look.

"The blood is everywhere in this place," she said suddenly, her tone shifting, almost as if she were speaking to herself. "I’ve never encountered anything like it. She’s been doing this for more than a decade. Whatever it is... it’s bigger than any of us realize."

"I don’t care," Rhaegar snapped, his voice hard and resolute, his amber eyes gleaming with fury. "I want her out of here first. I’ll deal with everything else later, whatever it takes."

"Whatever you do," Naveen warned, "do not kill the queen. Not only would that seal her spells within the princess forever, but I’m also certain Althea has prepared for her own death. If you push her to that point... something could go terribly, irreparably wrong."

Rhaegar clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned bone-white, the tendons in his hands straining as though they might tear through his skin. He hated how much sense Naveen’s words made. He hated that, despite everything, he had to listen to her.

No matter how absurd her warnings sounded, there was one truth he couldn’t ignore: he had to ensure Lorelai’s safety—at all costs.

***

Kai stood in front of the mirror, his dull green eyes scrutinizing every inch of his pale, drawn face.

Lorelai’s blood was working—color was gradually returning to his disguise—but the longer he stared at his reflection, the deeper his disdain grew.

He rolled his tongue inside his mouth, the lingering taste of the princess’ blood teasing his heightened senses. Her blood was like nectar to him: sweet, rich, intoxicating. A part of him knew he would miss it, but then again, once Althea’s plan came to fruition, he wouldn’t need it anymore.

"Mother," he said at last, turning to face the queen lounging indifferently on the velvet chaise beside her bed. "You took a lot of blood from her last night. Was she hurt? Did you send someone to look after her?"

Althea’s expression hardened, her irritation flashing as she set down the goblet of wine in her hand. His constant concern for the princess grated on her nerves, especially when he himself was in such a precarious state.

"She’s fine," the queen replied curtly, her voice laced with annoyance. Rising from her seat, she approached him with deliberate slowness.

Standing behind him, Althea wrapped her thin, elegant arms around his shoulders, her dark eyes meeting his in the mirror. There was a glint of something unreadable in her gaze—a mixture of power and possession.

"Give it a few more days," she murmured, her tone softening into something almost coaxing. "Your body was severely damaged. It will take time to fully recover and regain your usual form. If I could give you my blood instead, I would. But you know I can’t. Not now, at least."

"Will you take more of her blood today, too?" Kai asked, his eyes fixed on his reflection, oblivious to the faint twitch of Althea’s lips.

The queen released her hold on her son’s shoulders and returned to her seat, delicately reclaiming the goblet of wine. She swirled the liquid lazily before speaking. "You’ve never shown much concern for her before. What’s changed?"

"I just think it’s enough, Mother," he replied, his voice tight with frustration. "We are nearing the execution of our plan. It is time you stopped tormenting her."

"Tormenting her?" Althea let out a soft scoff, her words muffled as she sipped from the crimson liquid. "I am merely ensuring she remains useful to us—useful to you, my dear boy. And tell me, how is that any different from what you have planned for her? Or are you going to pretend you won’t torment her as well?"

Kai’s composure cracked. He spun around to face her, his face contorted with fury. Purple veins bulged against his pale skin, tracing a path of barely restrained rage along his neck and forehead.

"I love her!" he shouted, the words echoing in the chamber. "She will be happy with me! She just needs to accept it!"

"And she will," Althea replied smoothly, a sinister smile stretching her thin lips. Her voice dropped, laced with an unsettling calm. "Once all of this is over, you will rule the entire continent. No one will dare to challenge your authority—or touch your possessions."

Her deliberate emphasis on the word "possessions" made his chest tighten, but she continued, her dark eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

"And then, you can feed her my heart. She, too, will become a ghoul, just like you. The last of our kind, bound together. Alone in the world, yet inseparable. Forever."

Hearing those words made Kai’s heart hammer against his ribs.

Together. Forever.

It was all he ever wanted.

The idea of them being the same—of no longer needing to hide behind a false identity or suppress his true nature—filled him with an intoxicating sense of relief. He could finally be himself, completely and unapologetically, and she would belong to him in every way.

"Are your spells ready?" he asked, his rigid features softening as he moved to sit beside the queen.

Althea smiled, her thin fingers weaving through his red hair with a motherly tenderness that belied her sinister intentions. "Almost," she murmured. "Just a few final touches... and soon, all she will ever know, all she will ever want, will be you."