Book 8: King Demitri

Chapter 15: guilt

Guinevere's p.o.v

Elliott leads Demitri and I outside the palace walls. Once we are outside I see a man with red hair and green eyes being held by two guards. He is standing completely still as he probably knows what fate will become of him if he fights.

"Who are you?"

Demitri asks as we walk towards the guards. The man looks at us and bows his head. Fear enters his eyes as he looks apon us.

"K-king Demitri. I am b-but a small o-o-omega sent to d-delieve a message. Alpha Chris is G-Going to attack you. I-i was to f-fight along s-s-side him. But I f-fled and came to warn you. Please have mercy."

The messenger begged us. Demitri stood in front of him with his chest puffed out, arms tense, fists clenched, and eyes cold. I stand next to him with my arms over my chest and my legs shoulder width apart.

"How do i know your not lying?"

I ask the man and he looks at me. He gasps but I furrow my eyebrows.

"Because I present to you my loyalty. I wish to he free from Chris."

The man pleads and Demitri scoffs. He rolls his eyes as he looks to me.

"My queen, should we allow him to stay? Do you trust him?"

Demitri asks me as I look apon this man. His eyes are pleading with me but I look past that to see something more. And with that I make my choice.

"Kill him. He is faking it."

I say and the guards snap his neck. Demitri holds a stoic face as he takes my hand. The Crack of the messengers neck fills our ears as we walk away.

We walk through the Castle and up to our bedroom. I can't believe I killed the man. I told the guards to kill him.

"Are you okay?"

Demitri asks me as he shuts the bedroom door behind me. I take a deep breath as I feel bile rise in my throat. I imeaditly run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. I hear Demitri follow after me.

"It's okay. Let it all out."

He says as he pulls my hair back. What's going on with me? I haven't eaten anything and I don't get sick normally.

"What's going on with me?"

I ask Demitri as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. He stands and walks towards the sink. I follow after him as he hands me a toothbrush and toothpaste.

"It's called killers guilt. You told that man to be killed and he was. It's your bodies guilt even if you don't feel guilt in your mind. It's natural in other words."

Demitri said as I brushed my teeth. The whole time I nodded and looked at him. My sexy mate. I lean over the sink and spit out the toothpaste. I rinse my toothbrush off and place it on the counter.

"I see."

I tell him as I walk out. He follows me after and we go to sit on the couch. His arm is around my shoulder as I throw my legs over his lap.

"Demitri this is going to be hard."

I tell him and he chuckles. I look up at him and he winks. I gasp and roll my eyes.

"This relationship not your dick."

I speak to him and he bursts out laughing. My laughs fill the room as well as we both sit there like idoits.

"I know this will be difficult. But if I give my all will you?"

He asks me and I nod. He leans down and presses his lips to mine. Sparks flood my being as we move our lips against one anothers.

But our little moment is ruined by the warning bells.