Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 418: I Thought I Was Saving You, Not Killing You

[TAMIKO]

"You kneel in front of them like it is nothing, do you even understand what this means coming for you, the prince of Kawai? Why would you throw your life away like it doesn’t mean much?" Kosta scolded.

He then pulled back his sword, like the thought of it scraping Tamiko was a poison in his heart itself. Maybe it was so, but that sound seemed to be as scary for the Lycans as it was for the Chief.

Tamiko chuckled humorlessly as the battlefield went dead quiet. Even those who had been busy dying seemed to pause their imminent death to listen to the kind of madness that they had been roped into.

This was terrifying, and it was obvious in the way everyone held onto their sword tight, the fear of the unknown gripping everyone—

—including the king.

The undefeated mad king who always won without question. The man who never had to worry about shit was standing there, his hands clenched to his sides like he was contemplating what he needed to do.

But even then, the mad king knew better, or in this case, what was better had proven to be worse for the mad king’s sanity, because this was doom. This was a heartbreak that was working out at his worst, and he didn’t know what to do.

Perhaps nothing, but wasn’t the essence of it all?

King Zaffuto knew that Chief Kostantin could choose to put his sword to use against the prince, and there wouldn’t be much for him to say or to do because that was his son’s decision.

Because Tamiko loved Kosta with a love that was so destructive and dangerous. One that crossed every line of sanity and that didn’t care but the ashes that were left in its wake.

A love that screams mercy to the undead who only ever thought of harming that which was his. It was an all-consuming love, and Zaffuto hated how this was never going to be right in his eyes.

Everything about this kind of love was wrong.

This was his son.

The child he had not even known was alive after a long time, and now there he was, standing on the sidelines like everyone else, knowing damn well that he didn’t have power over this situation.

Gods, for a king, the man had never felt so powerless.

"Every step I take, Kosta... it will always lead me back to you. It doesn’t matter if I’m on my knees, crawling, and running away. I will always find my way back to you. I thought... I thought I was saving you, making you happy,

"...but as it appears, I was slowly killing you. So please, let’s put an end to this misery. Kill me, my love," Tamiko pleaded in earnest, lips trembling as his desperation stayed on the surface.

This wasn’t the kind of fate anyone deserved after Tamiko had endured, yet to him, it didn’t seem to matter because the only person worth everything was Kosta. Perhaps that was why this was him.

This was not what he had wanted, but fuck it if he let anyone ruin his Kosta’s life.

If this were to be his end, then Tamiko would lean into it without any qualms. He would die a happy man, no matter how hard everything had gotten for him and Kosta.

"N..." Kosta trailed off in defeat.

As the entire battlefield struggled to come to terms with what was happening, a warrior from the Grealor crowd lunged forward with his poisoned blade, not caring what the consequences would be.

There was no hesitation in his speed or even in the way he carried himself, despite knowing that death was waiting for him at the end of the sword and the mission that was so crippling.

He didn’t seem to care about that at the moment.

Instead, he aimed for Tamiko; the prince on his knees.

It was somehow bare for everyone to see.

Everyone saw the man coming, everyone.

And Tamiko didn’t even bother to stop him.

He didn’t even blink when the Grealor warrior aimed for his chest, ready to give the kingdom of Kawai an eternal blow. Tamiko just kept his stance there, not even reacting to save himself from something that shocked everyone in the crowd.

He had stayed too calm for the chaos around him, and Kosta felt his heart break so loudly like never before.

This was not love, Kosta reminded himself.

But what the fuck was he supposed to do when that crazy love was tearing him at the seams and testing every ounce of patience he had left?

Kosta, realizing what was about to happen, reacted fast, but now fast enough to prevent the blade from tearing through the prince’s ribs.

But even then, Tamiko didn’t wince, as his chest ached from the poison, knowing so well that this could very well be his end. It was not funny, not in the way that Tamiko’s smile tugged up like this was what it felt like to be insane.

Maybe he had missed the pain when he was a slave, but to seek it right here in front of every means just seemed unhinged. It was a different level of madness, one that Kosta refused to be a part of.

"Arrghhh!!" Kosta cried out in agony, something that lingered between a roar of rage and a cry of defeat as he realized what this meant for him.

Tamiko didn’t seem to care, though, even as Kosta cut down the warrior into pieces like it was the only thing he could do for the stubborn prince before him.

The most unrealistic man in love, and perhaps that was also how Kosta learned that Tamiko was way more dangerous in love than when he wasn’t fighting for love. This was madness.

But even that was not enough to calm down the chaos, because in the middle of it, the prince was smiling like Tamiko always wanted to know what this would feel like.

Tamiko never once flinched in the face of that very danger.

And Kosta...

Kosta had never felt so angry.

He was torn between protecting Tamiko, punishing Tamiko, claiming him in front of everyone, and holding him like he was everything that Kosta wanted.

He wanted to shield Tamiko from every danger that lingered, but in the same breath, he wanted to make Tamiko understand how hard this was for Kosta.

He wanted the young prince to feel the weight of near loss, which was firm, seeing that all the decisions Tamiko had made for her today had been driven by that very primal desire to protect Kosta.

Weren’t they the same, though?

Deep down, he wanted to claim Tamiko, too.

To let everyone know that all the rumors were in vain, that Kosta was not just a weaker thing that needed saving. That Tamiko was worth everything.

But at the same time, as his rage burned so fiercely, Kosta was desperate to hold Tamiko.

He wanted to lie beside him and forget everything.

He needed to go back to the morning they had had everything; he wanted to stay indoors with Tamiko and never once let go. It was a desire so conflicting, but then what else was there for the Lycan Chief?

This was too much for him, but then he would be caught dead before he let someone hurt his Tamiko.

Wasn’t that how dangerous their love was, though?

The kind that was shattering them both and having them on opposite yet similar sides?