To Love My Alpha King

Chapter 34

After Thaksin and Arya were welcomed by the royal Gearian couple outside, father and daughter got off their horses and were escorted into Pascal's--or better said Kohl's and Arya's--castle. It was weird to her to be here again after all these crazy weeks.

The big hall was heavily decorated with wild flowers in the colors purple, white, and blue. Roses, lilies, and tulips. Arya had to admit that it looked beautiful.

People drank and celebrated. Not only outside, but also indoors as musicians played festive melodies on their harps, drums, and flutes.

Every Gearian that crossed Arya's path bowed deeply to the princess of Oprela. They did it out of respect. She was once their Queen, even though it was only for a brief time. Arya knew how the people of Geara loved and respected her husband, and bowing for her showed that respect.

Pascal and Ezra greeted her and her father for a second time, this time indoors. They shook hands and a shiver went through Arya's spine when she touched Pascal. Where she once liked the man, she now hated him to the core. Probably her own shame about lusting for him in the beginning had something to do with that hatred.

Ezra looked beautiful with his crown of flowers and silver curly decorations that were painted on his face. Pascal looked manly and handsome as ever.

"How are you, Arya?" Pascal asked.

"I'm fine." she coldly answered.

"Where have you buried Kohl?"

For a moment, Arya saw Pascal's eyes look at the floor in shame. Could the man really feel shame for what he'd done?

He should because what he'd done was a thing to feel ashamed about!

"Next to my mother at the royal cemetery of our palace," Arya answered.

"I see," Pascal replied. So the witch had lied to him. There was no threat from Kohl. Just as he expected.

Thaksin involved himself in the conversation. "I want to thank you for saving my daughter from a miserable life with that brute, therefore we offer you and Wayo a very special gift. The large horse we brought with us is to be burned tomorrow as a sign of good luck."

"Oh? Is that a tradition in Oprela?" Pascal asked, curiously. He'd never heard of such a thing.

"It is. It's for good luck, fortune and fertility, so I thought it would be very suitable for your own mating day tradition."

While her father and brother-in-law chatted, Arya looked for Brianna, but the beta wasn't there.

"Are you looking for your friend?" Ezra asked.

Arya nodded.

"I believe she is still in the process of mating. She and Aema."

"Brianna and Aema?"

"Yes, she and the warrior alpha. They became mates today."

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The large horse was pulled to the training arena, as it was too big to stand in the courtyard where people celebrated and needed their space to dance and play.

Slowly, the sun had set and the sky had turned into ten different colors before it turned to black. It was late in the evening and Arya had been inside for a few hours.

Kohl peeked through the wooden planks and saw his people dancing and celebrating. He knew how much this day meant to them, so a part of him felt a little bad for ruining it, but it was for a good cause.

"Now," Brutus whispered to his men and two soldiers went outside at their commander's order.

Without making a sound, they climbed out of the horse, on their way to the closest Moonian soldier who stood on guard. Soundlessly, they slit the unfortunate man's throat and took his dead body with them. They were so silent and well-trained that nobody outside knew what had happened, even though it happened right behind their backs.