Chapter Seventeen - Part One ▪︎ The King's Queen

A/N I want to make the book third person from now on. Sometimes you will get first person views ( P.O.V. ) but i don't know when.

Sorry if it's confusing

ady informed The King of Dahlia's possible location. His eyes darkened and he ran to it. He knew where she was.

Maybe if he wasn't so clouded by his emotions he would have remembered the old treehouse in the middle of the forest.

He ran to the exact location but the treehouse was empty. He could smell lycan blood seeping from the unconscious beast lying on the kitchen floor. The King, now in control of his beast, listened for his heart beat and sure enough, he heard it. It was strong and in any minute the beast would wake up.

"Chain him in silver and take him to the dungeons." He spoke.

He noticed the almost surgical cut along his wrist and it made him confused. Why would she waste time and risk him waking up to cut his wrist?

'The blood,' Thanatos spoke suddenly, 'she needed his blood.'

'Why?' The King questioned.

'Go and find out.' He scoffed.

"Useless piece of shit." The King muttered to himself before going out of the cabin and trying to follow a non-existing trail.

***

Dahlia was running towards the river she knew had to be near due to the moisture in the air. She held onto the jug of blood in her hands like it was her life.

In a way, she felt that it was. She couldn't imagine living without it.

She found the river, but the current was too strong for her to swim in it. She had another idea.

She started stripping her clothes and she kneeled next to the puddle of muddy water. She scooped some mud in her hands and started to cover herself in it. She kept her underwear on for hygenic purposes, but she washed it in the river to erase as much of her scent as she could.

After she was done, she drank the rest of the blood and tossed the jug into the strong river along with her clothes. Before she tossed it, she got an idea. She took off her tank top and put it in the jug with blood still covering the inside of it. She thought it would preserve a bit of the scent.

She just hoped The King wasn't the one looking for her.

***

He went to the river and suprisingly, he could smell the scent of what he imagined was her pleasure hormones/chemicals and the lycan's blood together.

What in the world is going on?

He knew it was a fake trail because it was too combined to be the real thing. Instead, he followed the footprints left in the mud.

She was too sloppy for a trained assasin of sorts, and it worried him. What's going on?

He knew who she was and which family she came from. Of course he didn't like it, but he was starting to doubt she was trained. One of them wouldn't leave footprints behind when running from a beast.

He saw the mess of brown hair matted in mud that truly didn't conceal her scent that well.

He's a vampire for heaven's sake, mud doesn't work on them - unless she wasn't running from him, but the lycan.