Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 486: A Broken Heart Is All That’s Left

[KOSTA]

"Wake up... baby, please," Kosta begged amid sobs as he continued trashing the room.

The candles that had been set up pretty nicely were mostly on the floor. If it wasn’t for the light that the king had set up earlier in the room for his son, this place would have been partially dark by now.

But was that even possible when the walls were white and reflecting every ounce of light that made it through?

Kosta didn’t care that it was night outside, or even that the cold air was coming in through a hole he had just pushed into the shot well. It was his desperate attempt at waking Tamiko up; maybe the cold winds would wake his beloved up.

Maybe it would bring him back to Kosta.

Maybe that was what Kosta needed.

But then Tamiko didn’t wake up, even then.

Not when Kosta trashed the books and scrolls in the room.

Not when vases went flying across the room in white rage.

Not when the candles were squished into mounds that pissed Kosta the hell off. The Lycan Chief was grieving, and his frustration with the situation was more than obvious at this point. Yet none of that seemed to be waking the love of his life.

It didn’t matter that the entire palace had to have heard what was going on. So, what was it that was keeping Tamiko in that deep a slumber?

Of course, Kosta had steered clear of touching his Erasthai, however desperate his soul, body, and mind were at the moment.

Or even how weak he felt against the rules that had been put in place to keep him away from his beautiful Tamiko lying there on the bed, like life was always going to be so simple for them.

That physical touch was a need for him, but he had to remind himself that the more he touched Tamiko, the more he would lose himself. Gods, it was burned so badly that he wasn’t sure his soul would take any more.

"Come on, my soul. Open your eyes. I’m here. I haven’t left. Wake up. Just once, look at me. See the way I’m in much pain. I can’t even fucking hold you!" Kosta cried, his latest outburst forcing him to punch even more holes into the mad king’s palace walls.

But then Kosta didn’t care if anyone wanted to stop him; they were free to try.

They were not going to hold him back.

Not today.

And certainly not until Tamiko woke up.

"I love you. I love you. please... I love you," Kosta rambled as he bent close to the room that was now trashed. The thing that was left untouched in the room was Tamiko and his bed.

The same bed that held so much about their future and one that couldn’t even help let them know where to better life was ability or even if they were forever doomed to be alone.

It was the hardest of choices, yet it seems like there wasn’t much of that happening lately.

"I can’t lose you, my soul. I can’t... I just. I can’t lose you, so please wake up. Come back to me. Come back to me... save me, my beautiful,’ Kosta cried, his heart shattering again and again and again.

Outside the room, the Kawai king was shocked.

He had told the kid to go in and be with Tamiko, but the noise coming from the door was something that he had not expected.

He had always known Konstantin had a different kind of rage, but to listen to it was to know what it felt like. To feel it in the moment was just something else. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

This was the kind of shit that even his years as a king warrior beside Konstantin prepared him for.

And it was happening.

All because of love.

In that moment, it truly dawned on the king the weight of what was happening and how it was costing both Kosta and the crown prince. How endless a cycle of suffering it was for the kids.

In an attempt to make it all better, the king punched the door and walked into the complete and utter devastation. He had never seen things like this, never when it wasn’t him.

King Zaffuto was always the man who felt so much, who ruined shit for so long.

Now he was watching Kosta be that person.

The one who lost and didn’t even have much to hold onto.

But when Sadako joined him, the anguish on their faces was nothing close to what it was on Kosta’s face. Even as the kid knelt beside the prince, they both left. There was nothing they could say to Kosta that would make the kid feel better.

Nothing.

"I won’t lose you," Kosta mumbled when he heard the door close again.

But moments later, it creaked open, and through it came the one woman he didn’t even want to see now.

He wasn’t sure what to say to make this happen because his heart was to fix it.

He wasn’t sure if he needed to blame Yilena or Sanji for the price’s condition, and it really wasn’t the smartest of ideas for Yilena to come here like this. This was madness.

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When she had given the ultimatum, Yilena had never thought the cost would be this heavy.

She had never imagined that things would go sideways this fast, let alone even that love was the weapon that could be used against the kid she cared for. The kid she loved. She had never thought it would come like this.

And now she was standing in a room where the only untouched element was the bed where Tamiko was sleeping.

Everything else was trashed.

Kosta was seated on the floor, in defeat, looking at Tamiko hopefully, like that was supposed to make the prince wake up and see him.

The holes in the walls were not something that Yilena had imagined, and her chest ached for her kid.

The child she had sworn to make happy was her itch-necked fists, tear-stained eyes, and changed clothes that had clearly been tidied up to wake Tamiko, only to get nothing in response.

Konstantin looked like a mess.

Yilena hated that she had done this.

She may not have contributed to the curse, but her ultimatum had provided a weak point for everyone who wanted to hurt the kids. And she couldn’t help but feel disgusted by herself and it for the kid, the floor, and the one other end.

One thing surprised her, though.

Beyond the regret was pain like no other.

A kind that haunted the fuck out of her, and yet she had to be who she had always been for the sake of everyone.

"Well, well, well. Look what you have become in the name of love, kid. Maybe if you followed instructions, you would be there," Yilena said.

Kosta didn’t even look up at her. He could tell she was trying to hurt him with her words, but the emotion in her voice was not hatred.

It was a pity.

It was love, the confusing kind; it was guilt, and kids didn’t know what to say to her. Shirley had no strength to deal with the woman right now. Not when he was still so angry and filled with spirit for her.

"The mighty barbarian, brought to his knees by a prince’s love," Yilena continued, and Kosta sighed.

He wasn’t in the mood for this.

"What do you want this time, nana... Come to laugh in my face?"