My King

Chapter 22 - Attack of the faceless horror.

Chapter 22 - Attack of the faceless horror.

Marcys Savage

"For fucks sake" I exclaim loudly. "Quit the dramatics and spit it out man"

My dear brother looks at me like a deer caught in red light, his eyes wide at my outburst. My patience running paper thin. I glare at him heatedly. He's been beating around the bushes, instead of actually telling us some goddamn valid information.

"Sorry" He says quietly, almost in a whisper, while nodding softly. My eyes roll, angrily. This clown is pushing my patience.

The man in front of us does nothing to my hazy memory. He looks nothing like me, but he does resemble my mother. I took after my father and have nothing in common with my mother when it comes to appearance or species.

The man carries the same dark hair and emerald, green eyes, I remember from my childhood. A loving gaze looking down upon me, with soft green orbs. That was before she hated me. It does leave one question unanswered.

Did Benjamin inherit mother's powers?

Mother was a well-known very powerful witch, and I didn't inherit any of those traits, but I do wonder if he by chance did. The other question barging into my mind, is how the hell he learned the identity of the northern beast. If he is a witch, it would explain his knowledge, but the evidence is thin. His father could have been a various of things, and he could have inherited that. By the looks of it I'd say he's a few years older than me, which would fit the timeline.

By the smell reeking off of him, he is no shifter, that much is clear, but what species he specifically is, I'm still not aware of. The temptation to ask him is present and pushing my limits, but I refuse to succumb to extortion, even if it's from myself.

Another question is, how he feels about me. I did kill our mother, he might harvest bad feelings about that. It's no secret that I knew nothing of his existence, and the fact that he knew about mine, leaves another question unanswered. It irritates me not knowing.

Luka's hand comes down to rest upon mine, him feeling my many emotions and the anger currently burning my veins with its flames. His thumb swipe over my skin soothingly, instantly allowing my muscles to unleash the tension built up.

Our eyes lock, a loving a smile complementing my mate's soft features, his stare warm and loving. My nostrils flare at the delicious scent of his arousal, and a powerful growl release itself from my throat.

We're not alone. My wolf snarls his anger.

The anger I'm feeling ignite and burn through me like a lit fire, but the satisfaction that I've aroused my mate, is hiding behind the anger.

I tear my eyes away from my sexy mate, tempting me and turning every bone in my body against me. A hold on myself so tight to keep myself from pouncing on him without mercy. I stare at my brother, and fortunately for everyone, his eyes are downcast, his gaze running along the hardwood floor. I keep my gaze on him for seconds, making sure his gaze doesn't waver to look upon what's mine.

In a primal situation as such, it is important to show submission, and my brother saved himself by doing so. My wolf is pacing in my mind, hackles raised in caution at the other male's presence. Ears down and teeth bared in warning, ready to strike at any moment. The want to rip apart the male in front of us, is deafening and powerful, a desperate need settling in our bones.

Rip him apart, flesh by flesh. My wolf's demand is clear.

All of us feel the heavy tension lingering in the air, and the sound of Luka clearing his throat is what divert my attention back to him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Benjamin slowly raise his head to look upon my mate, sitting highly on his throne, power emitting off him in waves. Benjamin's muscles are stiff and his movement slow and cautious, letting my wolf and I know he's no threat to us or our mate.

I huff irritated, my wolf's constant caution getting on my last nerve, his chest puffed out in pride at the weaker man's show of submission. He's such a cocky son of a bitch.

Luka turn his gaze to me shortly, making sure I'm not about to attack my brother, before meeting Benjamin's gaze.

"So, Benjamin, you were saying?" He reminds him off our previous conversation that didn't come to an end yet.

Benjamin nods slowly, taking his time in picking the right words. "Yes, your highness ..." He starts explaining everything he knows about the northern beast.

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"You believe him?" Luka' voice reaches my ears, and I'm forced to return to the present, his words not connecting with my brain.

"Hey" He waves a hand in front of my face, making me blink a couple of times, trying to regain focus. "Marcys, are you even listening?" He asks, huffing in annoyance, a scowl on his face.

So fucking adorable.

"Yes" I say tilting my head a little, concentrating on him, and totally ignoring the fact that I ignored him completely a minute ago.

He raises a brow in concern. "You okay love?"

I sigh heavily and nod my head slightly. "Yeah, and to answer your other question, I don't know if I believe him. I know he's my brother and shit, but I don't know him, and it's not like he has proof of our brotherhood, so who the fuck knows."

"Anyone who could answer the question of our so-called brotherhood, is six feet underground" I grunt.

"You're right, but he's our only lead, and if he's telling the truth, we'll finally be able to end the killing spree the northern beast has created"

I nod slowly, knowing he's right. Believing him is a risk, but not believing him is a gamble.

We don't get to go into it further, before the office door is opened after a few knocks hitting the surface of the wood, revealing Alaska and a large brute. A bow in their stance shows their submission, and Luka offer them a firm nod in acknowledgement. They take a seat on the other end of the desk, allowing me time to size up the big warrior.

He might be bigger than me, but he's nowhere near my league. I could break him like a fucking twig - The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and this brute will fall like a domino tile.

The warrior does show me one thing. Luka's kingdom is the second strongest for a reason. Even though his men don't stand a chance against me, mostly due to my Savage powers, they are still strong and fierce, like the warrior sitting opposite me.

"Harold Hill" Luka starts the meeting with a name, and he instantly gain the warriors attention. "You remember him, Kris?"

Kris sighs heavily with a small nod of his head. As his gaze connect with Luka', the dread he's feeling is showing clearly on his face.

"Yes, your highness. He was one of my warriors. He disappeared after the war between your father and the great Shawn Savage" He pauses briefly, releasing a sigh.

"When the northern beast started coming around, I already had a feeling, that the man in question could be Harold Hill. Harold is strong, skilled and a deadly warrior, who exceeded all of our expectations, which is why I had hoped, he wasn't the one who received the Savage powers"

"Anything we should know about Harold, before we attack?" Alaska asks the brute, who seems to be thinking about his question.

"Like I say, he's skilled, so be careful" He warns us.

Luka nods, before continuing telling what we have learned. "Harold is said to have taken over one of the old cabins right outside the walls, on the Northeast side. We either capture him or kill him, it's that simple. We will have to split up for this to work"

Luka turns to Kris. "You and Alaska will split our warriors"

"You and a group of warriors will come from the North" He turns to Alaska. "You and the rest of the warriors will come from the East. While you attack from the sides, Marcys and I will attack from the front, to make sure he doesn't escape into the kingdom. It's important that Harold stay outside the walls at all costs. A lot of people live on the outskirt of the kingdom, and they will most likely be killed by Harold if he finds a way inside. That's the plan, got it?"

A chorus of 'yes' is heard, and I roll my eyes at all of them.