Enslaved To The Alphas-Chapter 233: Unexpected

Emira’s breath caught as she stared at the scene in front of her.. For a heartbeat she stood frozen, then she ran still unable to believe that Zen was lying there barely breathing.

"Zen!" she shouted, even pushing past Ryn and as she tried to reach him. But the moment she neared, she was stopped by Teacher Shim," Stay away from him! What are you trying to do? Can’t you see he needs to breathe and needs space?"

"Move!" Emira snapped, trying to break through and move around Teacher Shim but he continued to block her way, even ordering a few others to stop her... Emira glared at the other werewolves and snapped, "He needs help! Let me through-"

"Stay back, Omega!" Councilman Vye barked, his voice sharp enough to slice through the air. "I have already summoned the healer! He will be here soon. You are not in a place to interfere! Do you understand? Stay away from His Highness!"

Emira stared at the man disbelief. Zen was on the ground, twitching, foam spilling from his lips, his eyes unfocused. How could they still be holding her back? And waiting patiently for the healer? They should have taken him there directly. And at least tried to check what it was...

"Interfere?" she repeated, her voice rising. "He’s dying! Let me-"

But then she saw it. And felt herself turning pale. Zen’s skin... it was changing. The faint bronze tone of his face was draining, and changing to blue. Lethal dark blue, not as if he couldn’t breathe but as if he had been splattered in paint...

"Zen!" Her voice cracked as panic shot through her.

The councilmen murmured nervously and a few even stepped back.

Just then, from the other side, Councilman Aldren pushed forward, eyes narrowed as he studied Zen’s shifting colour. His expression darkened. "Where is the Grand Witch and the Pack Great Witch? This is not simple poisoning. The healer will not be able to help! He has been cursed with dark magic! That is why his body is turning that shade."

Even as she said the words, he stepped forward and placed a hand on Zen’s wrist, taking his pulse.

In that moment, more than hatred, she felt relief that Even Aldren knew about dark magic. Because she did not know much... So, he would have a solution right? No. He’d already given a solution. The Grand Witch.. Where was she?

As Emira looked around, she saw the tensed faces of the others and a dreadful feeling settled in her stomach. "Where is the Grand witch? Where is Miss Dorothy Green?" She asekd Ryn desperately...

Only for her to shake her head and answer," They haven’t reached here, yet... They met with an accident on the way and were delayed... They won’t be able to get here before nightfall."

A silence fell then. And Emira felt her stomach twist. Dark magic? Here? On Zen. And the witches would not return until the night. It would be too late by then.

Even as she was thinking about what to do, Evan Aldren suddenly turned his head sharply to glare at her and demanded, "What did you do? What curse did you use on him?"

At first Emira did not react. Too worried to even think that the man was talking to her... Then, the council men stepped away, and Aldren caught her elbow, bellowing," What did you do?"

Emira blinked at him, stunned. "What?" she whispered, unable to believe what he was accusing her of. Did he really think she had done this? "I didn’t- why would I-" She tried to deny.

But he shook her arm and snapped, "Don’t lie. His symptoms are resonant with dark magic. Only someone who understands dark magic could do this! What curse did you use?"

Emira’s mouth opened, then closed. Her eyes, full of disbelief, fixed on Aldren. She didn’t even know half the curses dark witches could use. She didn’t know what poison or curse could do this. Why would he think she—

Ryn moved between them immediately. "Councilman Aldren, that makes no sense. How would she know anything about curses?" she snapped. "Please don’t point fingers at a time like this. First we need to figure out...

Aldren’s gaze hardened as he said loudly, "Because, she is a dark witch. And she is the one destined to bring back the Dark Master. She has said so herself. And who is the biggest obstacle standing in the way of bringing the dark master?"

The room went silent.

Everyone froze at that point. All eyes turned to Emira as if the floor beneath her had just opened.

But she didn’t look back at them.

Her gaze was locked on Zen and the unnatural blue crawling up his neck, on the way his breaths were becoming shallow and uneven.

Then a memory surfaced.

All magic needs sacrifice, Emira. Light or dark, it makes no difference. The difference is in the weight of the sacrifice. Dark magic always asks for more. And to reverse a curse woven with darkness... the price is heart blood.Heart... blood.

Her breath hitched. She stared at Zen, her mind racing. If his curse was strong enough to twist his color like that... then whatever sacrifice was needed would have to be immediate. And since she didn’t know the curse...

"Emira," Ryn whispered beside her, hearing the change in her breathing. "What are you thinking- "

But Emira didn’t answer.

She stepped forward only to have Councilman Aldren try to stop her by grabbing her arm. "Stop right there! You cannot touch him! I will not let you harm..."

Emira turned toward him sharply. Something inside her snapped. For the first time in her life, she growled-an actual, raw, warning growl that vibrated against her ribs.

Her eyes darkened, her fingers twitching-and in a blink, her hand shifted. Her nails curved into sharp claws, glinting dangerously.

Councilman Aldren barely had time to react as she shoved him back, her claw slicing across his arm. He hissed in pain, stumbling away as blood seeped through the torn fabric.

Gasps echoed through the hall. This was a partial change... They all knew that Emira could not change... but now...

However, no one said anything as Emira walked forward. For now, saving their prince was of utmost importance. Rest everything could wait...

Someone still tried to approach her, influenced by Aldren’s words, but she pushed him aside with one hand, sending him stumbling into a chair.

Her heart pounded. Her breath shook. She leaned over him, her hand trembling for only a second before she steeled herself.

She raised her claws-and slashed the skin just above her chest.

The pain flared hot, and she flinched from it. Soon, blood rising to the surface, slipping down her skin and soaking into her clothes.

She leaned closer, cradling the side of his face, forcing him upright. Her other hand reached behind his shoulders, heaving him up until his upper body rested against her. His head fell against her shoulder, limp.

"Zen," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Come back."

Her blood slid down, touching the corner of his mouth, staining his lips red against the blue creeping across his skin.

"Take it," she breathed. "Please... take it."