Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 462: What About The Night We Met?

[KAWAI]

Anyone who knew the king could tell that the mad devil of Kawai was not ready.

He would never be ready to live in a world that didn’t have his son or his Liana.

It was already hard enough without Liana, and now he had to learn to live with the possibility that he was about to lose everything because of Yilena. That was not acceptable.

Gods would be damned before Zaffuto gave up that which belonged to his son.

"He is right, Yilena," Sadako said, like that was the one truth that neither of them could keep running from.

He wanted to go after his brother, but he had been around the king enough times to know that in moments like these, the king didn’t want to be disturbed. He was probably headed to Liana’s grave again.

That had been his space these past few months.

Gods, Sadako hated that that was happening.

Not because Zaffuto missed Liana so much, but because Zaffuto felt so alone and confused to the point that his dead wife was the only person he assumed would be able to understand him.

Sadako did understand him.

He really did, but the cost of everything wasn’t changing, and if they were not careful, there would be many more to lose. And that, too, raised the stakes for the mad king’s sanity.

"I’m working on it," Yilena sighed before she went silent.

She was thinking hard about what had happened and how she could find a workable solution, but she knew deep down that the only way to put an end to what was there was to give up her life.

Honestly, that wasn’t a hard thing for her to do, but then she had learned about the new developments. The kind that she hadn’t put there. The kind that scared her into not speaking out loud.

She was not ready to tell her brother of all that... let alone lord Sadako.

Sadako was a patient man, sure.

But Yilena knew Sadako so well that she remembered that the man would probably explode if Kosta kept getting hurt too. That was his brother-in-law, who was hurting because of Yilena, and it was a dangerous strike for the Hinata woman.

So, in silence, Yilena watched the ball like she was scanning for threats. It was not something she was supposed to do, but with the information she had, she had to think fast.

She had to be able to tell what was real and fake. Here, she had to figure out the illusions that surrounded the ultimatum she had created for love. This was not how they were supposed to end, and Yilena was not going to let it.

But then it had been eleven years.

Eleven long years of longing and emptiness.

Eleven long years of nothing.

Endless years of a love that was lingering in the shadows, and that hurt even more so when they reunited? What the heck was she ever supposed to make of this?

"Well, work harder because your brother is a ticking bomb when it comes to Tamiko. If you keep this up, he will probably rip your tongue out of your head just to let everyone know what it means to hurt his son," Sadako warned before leaving too.

He needed to clear his head and find his brother because Zaffuto was unpredictable when it came to Tamiko, and it was not just an assumption that they were working with.

It was a line-up of facts that would never be tended to with ease.

Heck, Sadako wasn’t ready for what was coming either. He was never going to be ready because he had lived it all once upon a time.

The hurt.

The pain.

The suffocating air.

Damn, the ball was supposed to be a place for them to have some harmless fun, but now it was just another banquet that was filled with endless rumors of love and tales about the couple that seemed the happiest of them all.

Yet, somehow, that couple was the unhappiest in the entire realm. This wasn’t fair. This was not alright. And no one would ever understand what that was like more than Lord Sadako himself.

*****

On the dance floor, Tamiko had sprinted after the kiss.

It had been so unexpected that it took everything in Kosta to keep himself sane and in position.

The barbarian hadn’t expected to be ditched like that. It was not what he had thought possible, yet now he was on the empty dance floor with his Erasthai gone, and his friends noticed.

Of course, there were a few people who noticed the change too, but none had the guts to say a word. It was like there were so many forbidden entries, and there wasn’t a soul that could explain it with ease to the barbarian.

Helplessly, Kosta watched as Tamiko disappeared between the crowds and out of his sight.

He wanted to follow him.

Oh, but he needed to go after Tamiko and offer something, anything.

To say that the kiss was what they both wanted.

To explain that it was the result of pent-up tension for the previous week, and the ultimatum that was hanging over their heads. But then that would probably mean that Kosta regretted the kiss, which wasn’t true.

Kosta was a hungry man.

He was hungry for Tamiko in every way.

It was driving him crazy just how a few minutes of sharing the same space had fucked him over. He wanted to breathe in that lavender scent and drown in it for all eternity.

Kosta was hungry for the prince’s touch.

He was hungry for affection, the kind that only Tamiko would ever be back to give him, and the fact that they were denied permanently marked wasn’t making any of this easier.

He needed him in ways that he couldn’t voice yet, and now all he had was an emptiness that no one alive would ever be able to fill.

Reflexively, Kosta looked in the direction of where Yilena had been standing, only to find her gone, like her world here was done and she had gone back to probably hole herself somewhere.

And the barbarian was angry.

This was not the life his guardian had promised him.

This wasn’t the kind of love he had been born to lean into, and it hurt as hell.

Worse than hell.

This was the cruelest thing that anyone would ever have considered, and Kosta hated himself for being so weak that he couldn’t stand up against his guardian. He couldn’t even fight her because the ultimatum was still there.

And angrily, Kosta walked to the bar and began drowning his sorrows in the beer that didn’t even affect him. Because, as the prince’s Erasthai, he couldn’t get drunk no matter how much he drank.

It was a safety precaution so that Kosta wouldn’t be hurt easily.

Funny how there were a thousand and one protective measures around Kosta, and yet he still managed to have his heart ripped out of his chest with so much ease because of that same love.

What use was love when it was always going to year through him??

And while Kosta drank his life away, Tamiko was changing.