The Queen's Conquer

Chapter 50 : Havoc

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Though there may be gruesome content, please please please know that I do not condone any immoral or inhuman actions. This is simply a fictional story.

Thank you, Reader.

Pegasus xx

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Nullity • [nuh-luh-tee]
The state of nonexistence.

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~ Samuel ~

"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?"

Maddox's words are a blurb of syllables that run through my ear. That's only because there's barely any capacity left for me to concentrate. Not with this silver chained to my damn arm.

My head hangs heavy, a struggle for me to keep it upright as he continues. "I'm well aware that your mate is also my youngest daughter," he drawls. Markus stands erectly beside the general's carved throne, looking like the Devil's servant. I have no doubt that he was the one to tell his superior this news. Or maybe it was instinct since my mate's first shift, knowing it had awoken him into this desire for power. "Anastasia, isn't it?"

I wince slightly at the sound of my wife's name against the fowl male's tongue, but I keep my mouth shut.

Preserve your energy, my wolf tells me.

A metallic taste faintly appears in my mouth, likely from the impact of Maddox's punch only moments ago.

"Weren't you also the one to kidnap her from her kingdom all those months ago?" he goes on.

"That kingdom is deceitful and a menace to this world," I finally spit out, my eyes peeking through the strands of my messy dark hair. "And they owed me a debt."

"So you took my blood as compensation?" Maddox says, his voice growing firmer.

"I saved her from that dishonest life," I snap. "She even admitted to me that she loathed it—that her royal parents lying to her about her truth had been her breaking point."

There are so many conversations I've had with my mate in private since her return—so many things I needed to understand about her as well as her feelings towards this war. Including everything that occurred while she was in isolation. Because the last thing I wanted to do was to cause her any additional panic.

She never deserved the life she once lived. She deserves love and transparency. And I've been trying so damn hard to provide her with both during these past several months.