King of my heart

Late-Night Thoughts

"What should we do, Iruma?" Alice asked his mate, concern etching his features as they cuddled in their bed after the disastrous gala.

"I do not know," Iruma replied with a sigh, the weight of the situation evident in his voice. His usual cheerful demeanor was overshadowed by the gravity of the betrayal they had experienced. "This is not just about the Six Fingers and a traitor in the 13 Crowns anymore... this has become personal."

Iruma's frown deepened, and Alice felt a mix of worry and empathy surge within him. Seeing Iruma, the pillar of their pack, affected in such a way was both disheartening and motivating. They were in uncharted territory, facing challenges that tested their unity and resilience.

"Now we might have three traitors within the Thirteen Crown, two of whom have connections to our pack," Iruma continued, his voice tinged with frustration. "I can't even fathom how my mother is handling this. She had always looked up to her older brother... I saw her return, distraught and seeking solace in Dad's arms."

Alice listened attentively, his grip on Iruma tightening as they shared the weight of their worries. They were no longer just students navigating the intricacies of the Netherworld, but key players entangled in a web of deceit and betrayal.

"So, should we wait and see how to proceed?" Alice inquired, his voice laced with uncertainty.

"I think that would be our best course of action," Iruma answered, a hint of resignation in his tone. "Reacting impulsively would only lead us into their traps. We must plan our moves carefully, considering every angle."

Alice nodded in agreement, knowing that their patience and strategic thinking would be essential in navigating the dangerous path ahead. However, there was another matter that needed addressing.

"There's also the fact that Henri-dono informed us that they might know the truth about you... about your demi-demon heritage," Alice revealed cautiously, his concern deepening.

"Baal's line of questioning during the last 13 Crowns meeting does raise suspicions," Iruma mused, his expression morphing into a predatory smirk. "Well, if they do come after me, I will simply show them why demi-demons are feared and revered in equal measure."

Alice couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration and determination as Iruma's confidence radiated from him. He knew that his mate was capable of facing any challenge head-on, embracing his demi-demon lineage and using it as a source of strength.

"We will face whatever comes our way together, Iruma," Alice affirmed, his voice steady. "As a pack, we have overcome countless trials. This will be no different. We will expose the traitors, protect our loved ones, and reclaim the integrity of the Thirteen Crowns."

Iruma's gaze met Alice's, their eyes reflecting the unyielding resolve within their hearts. They were prepared to confront the threats that loomed ahead, fortified by their love and the unwavering bond of their pack. Together, they would weather the storm and emerge victorious, for they were more than just individuals—they were a force to be reckoned with, united against any foe.

As Iruma lay in bed, his mind filled with swirling thoughts and worries, he couldn't help but dwell on the secret he held close to his heart. The knowledge that his true identity as a demi-demon might be on the verge of exposure weighed heavily on him. Graduating high school was still his goal, a milestone he yearned to achieve before revealing his heritage to the world. But with the traitors within the Thirteen Crowns looming, that goal seemed more precarious than ever.

The concern for his pack's safety gnawed at Iruma's soul. They were his family, his most cherished bonds, and he would do anything to protect them. The realization that their lives were now under the scrutiny of those who sought to harm them filled him with an overwhelming sense of responsibility.