The Alpha King's Witch Bride-Chapter 224: _Forget Our Problems

"There were casualties, sir."

As soon as I heard that last part from Layla’s call, my blood ran cold with dread.

"Casualties how, Layla? We need more details." Kaelos asked the question burning in my mind, although I already had an idea of how it happened.

He stared at me as I slowly closed my eyes, placing my right hand in front of my mouth.

"They clashed with the guards after one of the protesters got shot. A teenage werewolf named Farak. According to him, his father went missing during the day of the Lord of the North’s broadcast, and he blamed the Luna Queen for it." Layla explained with a solemn voice.

I drew in a deep breath.

While I was here trying to gain the trust of the werewolves, starting with the people of Mexico, the werewolves of our home pack, Blood Oak, were tearing each other apart because of me.

Because they wanted me gone. Because they were afraid of me.

"Has the riot been dispelled? What are the latest updates on the situation there?" Kaelos continued asking, his voice pensive.

"Yes, the riot was dispelled when the deaths from both sides became... Too much. Five guards and ten civilians lost their lives in the altercation, and dozens more were injured." Layla reported. "Rumours have begun spreading that you abandoned the people, sir. And that Luna Queen Odessa is in control of you."

Goddess, have mercy.

I wasn’t even officially the Luna Queen yet and most of the continent and the world still didn’t know that Kaelos and I are mates. Yet, such a catastrophic event was happening in the pack because of me.

"This is all my fault..." I croaked, placing both my palms in front of my face. "If I had just stayed silent. If... If only I hadn’t begun drawing attention to myself. If only I didn’t kill all those people at the charity Ball, then—"

"Layla, keep me posted if anything else happens." Kaelos suddenly spoke up, his voice heavy. "Odessa and I still have to tie up some loose ends here in Mexico. Luckily, the main root of the problem in this country seems to be in this city and not any other city."

Layla was silent for only a second before she responded quickly. "Roger that, sir. Beta Marcellus, Elder Davina and I will hold the fort here till your arrival."

With that, the call ended and Kaelos fixed his gaze on me.

I looked away, staring at the cloudy night sky.

"What was that about all this being your fault?" He queried sharply, stepping forward with his arms in front of his chest.

I slowly brought my gaze back to him, this time forgetting the fact that he was naked other than the unstrapped robe he wore.

"People have already mistrusted hybrids for centuries before me. That’s why we’re so... So scarce." I muttered, lowering my head. "Yet, during the charity Ball, I managed to heighten that bias to everyone watching around the continent and killed over thirty people while at it. Gaining the trust of the werewolves seems futile at this point."

My eyes welled up with tears as I used the back of my right hand to wipe off the snort that dripped out of my nostrils.

Gods, I’m a mess...

"What happened at the Charity Ball was not your fault, Odessa. When will you understand that?" Kaelos suddenly muttered, bringing his right hand to my chin and forcing me to bring my gaze to him.

My gaze fell on his silver eyes which glinted under the light of the moon. He stared into my eyes, his fingers gently caressing my chin before he continued.

"You were attacked by Lucinda that night. Stressed out by everything going on with Celine and the allegation on your head that made it seem like you had an affair with Marcellus. Not to mention your lack of control over your powers."

I smiled bitterly, bringing my hand to his wrist. My gaze slowly trailed his chest for a second but I held myself back before it could go even lower to his nether regions.

Gods, was I distraught or horny?

’I mean... Nothing’s stopping you from being both.’ Sirena suddenly mumbled in my head.

"As you grow as a hybrid, the people... werewolves, witches and humans... Will grow to accept you, Odessa. You just have to be patient." Kaelos finally added, a small smile curling up his lips.

I smiled in return, nodding slowly.

"Thanks for the... Confidence boost." I sniffed, chuckling dryly. "Gods, that was an emotional rollercoaster."

Kaelos chuckled as well, but his held warmth as his hand on my chin slowly trailed to my face, causing me to freeze as I swallowed hard.

"You know what could cheer you up?" He whispered, his expression plain but his eyes glinting suggestively.

I blinked, my heart thudding in my chest. "Kaelos..."

He didn’t wait for permission as his hand slowly glided to my cheek, warm and grounding, brushing away the tear I hadn’t even realised had spilt.

"You’re allowed to cry," he murmured. "But not to forget who you are."

My lips parted as his thumb traced the curve of my lower lip, and I leaned into the touch without realising.

Everything—the politics, the chaos, the blood on my hands—faded just a little. All I could think about was the weight of his gaze and the soft pull of tension thrumming between us.

"I don’t deserve you," I didn’t know when I whispered, my face heating up.

That was usually his line but yet here we are...

He tilted his head, those silver eyes darkening with something deeper—something dangerous and tender all at once.

"You deserve so much more," he said. "But tonight, I’m all yours."

I barely had time to gasp before his lips claimed mine.

I fluttered my eyelids hesitantly before slowly giving in, my hands trailing his chiselled chest and slowly going lower.

He let out a soft groan into my lips before pulling out briefly, staring into my eyes with an intensity that made my body tremble.

"What do you want? Right now?" He asked with a soft voice, but it was hard to think when I could feel his dick getting hard and pressing against my body.

I gulped, struggling to breathe as I spoke. "I... I want to forget all our problems. Just for a little while."

He stared at me for a second longer before he smirked, his grip on my back tightening slightly, causing a small gasp to escape my lips.

"Your wish is my command." He whispered hoarsely before claiming my lips again, this time in a fierce kiss that forced me to wrap my arms around his neck for support as the night wind blew on us on the balcony.

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