A Baby For The Beast

25. Angry Caspian

Every pawn, including Tania and Satandra, clapping cheerfully at my victory. I could swear I saw it all in slow motion. To think they’ll be happy for my victory, after trying to eliminate me.

Just how possible was that?

“We won, Ava.”

My wolf rushed out, saying.

“Yes, we did.” I muttered instantly.

“We did win,” I repeated.

“Thanks to you wolf.”

Even if Knight Lydia currently bled to death on the floor, no one came to her rescue. It was all part of the game. I mean, that could have been me?

Dropping a part of my torn piece of cloth, I bowed down to pay my last respect.

“I felt her push my limits.” My wolf added.

“She was a good warrior,”

I nodded at her statement, as I walked back clothed in blood with my piece of armor disheveled.  

“You’re right. She was indeed skillful.”

“We’ll never forget her.” she retorted.

Piper and Emily rushed to hug me immediately. Though I was coated in blood, I had fully healed by now.

“Are you okay, Ava? You were bleeding all over. A-and we thought you would never make it!”

Emily exclaimed. And then Piper let out a gasp.

“Your w-wound Ava…it’s healed.”

“How’s that possible?”

Piper added with a confused expression. While Emily’s hands rode to my shoulders, looking me in the eye.

“It’s a long story… I-I will explain it all later.” I answered.

“His Royal Highness, King Caspian approaches.”

Everyone gasped, bowing their heads and submitting at his presence.

I did that too. However, I smiled towards him the minute my head was back up.

Surprisingly, he didn’t return it.

Was something wrong? Did I do something wrong?

King Caspian walked towards me. My wolf got all excited as he pulled my hands, dragging me out of the battle ground. She was happy he made his claim at us, in front of everyone.

But the feels were different. I mean, I didn’t want any unnecessary attention and all eyes directed to us, the instant he grasped my hands.

“W-what are you doing?”

I asked instantly. He didn’t stop to acknowledge me until we were inside his office.

Slamming the door shut, in a hard way, his dark gaze drifted down to my belly. His hands fisted and he looked really angry. Like he was trying to control himself or something.

What was he getting worked up over?

I knew he snapped, when he threw an object towards the wall, which broke immediately.

“Milord… is everything--”

“What were you thinking?”

“I--um…”

“Daring to confront Lydia with the possibility of my pup in you…”

His hands bared towards my stomach, roaming his palms through. He hissed, walking away and pacing round the room in a beastly aura.