Zane | ✔︎

Chapter Forty | Aiden's Secret.

'Riot is coming, Luna.'
'Riot has the foresaken trident of Lydo's exile.'

'You are Lydo's Seer. You are Veera's curse.'

'Bring him back to his throne.'
'Make Lydorius the King of—'

'You are Veera's—'

'Riot is comi—'
'—has the foresaken trident—'
'You are Lydo's Seer—'

'—of Lydo's exile—'
'You are Veera's—'
'Make Lydorius the King of Werew—'

"You are Veera's curse—'
'—the King of Werewolves—'

'You are Veera's curse.'

'—again.'

"Zane!" Azalea horrifyingly screamed in her sleep from horror, after profusely sweating while waking up in bed with most of her clothes damp, feeling her heartbeat become too fast for her body, and she frantically blinked her eyes to stop them from crying burning tears.

Her body revolted against every received messages from her mind, from her wolf. She simply couldn't be in a place to process them, they were too potent.

Her scream echoed throughout the whole floor without her notice.

And she immediately heard heavy running coming towards her room in a second.

The thundering steps overpowered the screams, creating a cacophoneous stance.

She whimpered small cries after having her head almost explode in her hands and her shoulders, making her push her blanket away in hopes of calming down the heat in her body.

Ever since the crowning of her duty, her strength, capability, and powers grew excessively, almost too much for her comprehending.

It kick started every thing Beda was protecting Azalea from. The pain, the memories, the whispers, everything was stimulating her.

This time, she couldn't keep her human form away from the ugly reality that seemed to crash down upon her.

And because of this, Azalea was in desperate need of the mate bond.

For days, she had nightmares. For days, she could feel what everyone else was going through. It was almost as if she was a magnet, receiving wherever she would go. She could see everything, hear everything.

And because of this, she could hardly go out.

"F-Fuck, Zane," She wailed to herself after the burning tears wouldn't stop, hearing the door of her room open with a loud thud.

An alarmed Alpha found his mate in bed, right in his praying attire as he was meditating at the temple the whole morning, all disoriented and scared from yet another painful vision. His eyes widened, allowing his werewolf speed to reach her in less than a second and embrace her.

"Shit." He whispered after feeling her panic attack reach onto her hands, seeing them shaking, and he quickly grabbed her.

"Z-Zane, p-please make it go away." Azalea cried as soon as she saw him after waking up from a night's sleep, clutching onto him right after he scooped her up into his arms. She heavily breathed his scent for comfort.

"I'm here," He cooed into her while making her sit on his lap, feeling her hands grip him tighter than normal.

He parted his lips after feeling her nails elongate on their own.
"It's okay, amor. I'm here." Zane frowned after feeling her nails almost dig into his skin instinctively, but he paid no attention to any kind of hurt. He only focused on her crying.