To Love My Alpha King

Chapter 39

"I have no other choice, Arya! People saw that she was put into the hole. I have to do this. She made her choice, I made my choice. I need to follow through now, but don't think I like this, because I don't!"

Kohl rubbed his face in his hands. His head still hurt. He and Arya were going on for hours already. It was almost morning and they hadn't slept. They were tired, angry and she was very emotional. It was all just a mess. They were arguing in their old bedroom while Pascal and Ezra's dirty sheets still laid on their bed.

A few candles flickered, light dancing on the wall. And a stack of letters laid on the table, untouched.

"Because you put her in the hole! You were in there once and you told me it was horrible! And now she is in there too, because of you!"

"It's not that simple. What would you have done in my place? What do you want me to do?!"

"Kill Pascal! And Ezra. They are the ones who made this mess! They are the ones that need to pay the price!" she yelled.

Besides the fact that he gave Mira his word, Kohl knew it would hurt her more if he would kill her only son instead. Especially because she said she was ill and dying already. Also, he couldn't just switch people now, everybody saw her taken out of the castle and into the hole. The news had spread rapidly and by now all the people of Geara knew all about the bad witch that bewitched Pascal.

And those people wanted revenge for their true King.

"She gave me no other options," Kohl said, trying to speak as calmly as he could, but inside he was boiling. He hated this too. He didn't think it was fair either.

Arya leaned against the wall and slid her body to the floor. Like a miserable mess, she sat there. Her eyes were red and swollen. "I can't believe this. It's so unfair. I hate it! And you aren't doing anything about it. I hate you too."

She just blurted out the last part, already regretting the lying words as they came out of her mouth. She didn't mean to say those words again.

Kohl rushed at Arya, his eyes full of fire as he dropped on his knees, and slammed one fist straight into the wall, just a few inches away from her ear.

The alpha breathed heavily, flaring his nostrils wide open with each breath he took.

Arya sobbed one time and leaned her head against Kohl's chest. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't m-mean it," she cried for the nth time. "I'm sorry, Kohl."

"Don't say those words again."

Kohl gently caressed her hair. He knew she had it hard. Where he had seen many horrors in battle, fellow Gearians that were ripped apart, beheaded, tortured, and mutilated, Arya was so pure and had never seen horrible things. She was too pure to witness this drama. Too pure to watch Mira die.

Arya shook her head. "I won't say them again. I don't hate you, I'm just...hating the whole situation."

"I know."

~

After Arya had taken care of Kohl's wounded knuckles, she put the bowl of hot water mixed with blood on the table and noticed the stack of letters that still laid there.

"When will you read them? She asked you to please read them, so I think you should."

Kohl walked to the table and grabbed the stack. He ripped the ribbon off and accidentally let the letters fall to the ground which scattered on the floor.

Kohl grabbed one, not any in particular as they all looked the same, and opened it.

Dear love of mine,