The Lycan King's Rebel

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

-HER-

I was left staring at the letter while my heart raced in my chest. The blood on the parchment was fresh. I wondered whose blood it was. Was it Pax's? I felt agitated as I thought about it again and again.

Did he really kill my leopard? I wanted to see Pax in that instant but there was something about the letter that tugged at my curiosity. Maybe it was the curiosity to see what he had in store for me, or maybe it was just the mate bond doing its magic.

It had hardly been a day since we met and I was already feeling beaten down. I contemplated going to Arles and requesting him to talk to Ezekiel and return my leopard. As tempting as this idea seemed, I didn't want to take the risk. What if he did something bad to Pax if I didn't obey him?

My head hurt just to think about all of this. I was feeling so frustrated already. I wanted to walk up to him and ask him for my leopard... but again, I knew that he wouldn't just hand me my leopard so easily. He seemed to like to play games and he was most probably playing one with me.

"Did you find Pax?" My mother asked me when I went for breakfast.

"No," I groaned.

"That's okay. Your father is sending out more wolves to look for him. It would be alright," she tried to comfort me but I could hear the anxiousness in her voice as well.

I knew that she was scared and worried about this situation too because Pax had never disappeared like this before. He was very dear to us and we would be very much devastated if something happened to him.

"Er... mom," I started while hesitantly shifting on my seat. This made her look at me. She was having breakfast with me but she seemed to be in a hurry for a meeting with some witches. I contemplated whether I should tell her about Ezekiel now.

"What is it, dear?" She asked me keenly, concern was decorating her face.

"I... I wanted to tell you something," I started hesitantly while she watched me very pensively.

"Go on, I'm listening," she told me, abandoning all the parchments she was looking at before turning to face me completely. As I parted my lips to speak, nothing came out of it. I don't know why but there was this strange feeling keeping me from talking about it out loud. I was somehow at a loss of words whenever I wanted to talk about it.

"I... it was..." I started but still, nothing came out. I could feel the words trying to break free from my lips but again, there was this strange force stopping them from coming out of my lips. The concern on my mother's face only deepened when she saw me struggle to speak.

I had never struggled to tell her anything. I shared everything with my mother but now, when I wanted to share the most important thing in my life, I couldn't. It bewildered me.

"Yes, I'm listening, dear. Take your time. I'm here for you," she urged, patting my shoulder in an encouraging way but still... nothing came out.

I sighed and gave up. "I think you're getting late. We'll talk about this in the evening when you're back from work," I told her grumpily before sipping from my tea. She didn't say anything but watched with huge concern.

"Baby... you're more important to me than work. I can tell something is bothering you. Just tell me what it is. Your father and I would do our best to help you... is it Pax you're worried about? Your father is going to bring him to you, baby," she tried her best to calm me down but it agitated me even more.

I felt like a dam holding the whole river inside me. I wanted to tell her everything but something wouldn't just let me talk about it and it was making me feel worse and worse each moment.