Chapter 8 - The Alpha’s Wrath
King Lucian burst into the room, flanked by Commander Caspian and six fully armored guards with drawn steel swords!
Dorian gasped in horror, instantly dropping the silver flask onto the plush carpet. The small vessel shattered, spilling a thick, jet-black liquid that instantly scorched the carpet fibers, emitting a foul, toxic smoke!
Kora gasped, jumping back in shock as she realized the truth—the "protective tonic" was a lethal poison. Dorian had come not to save her, but to ruin or kill her!
“Seize him!” Caspian roared.
Before the guards could even step forward, Lucian moved with supernatural speed. In a flash of dark movement, he crossed the room, grabbed Dorian by the throat, and slammed him violently against the stone wall!
The impact cracked the stone behind Dorian’s head. Dorian choked, his legs dangling several feet off the floor as Lucian’s fingers tightened like iron bands around his airway.
Lucian’s eyes had turned completely golden, glowing with feral, unleashed Alpha power. His canine teeth elongated, and a low, terrifying growl rumbled deep within his chest, shaking the very air in the room.
“You dare,” Lucian growled, his voice sounding like two grinding tectonic plates. “You dare enter her quarters… with poison in your hand?”
“M-My King…” Dorian choked out, his eyes rolling back as his face turned blue. “P-Please… my father… made me…”
“Lucian! Stop!” Kora cried out, rushing forward and placing her hands on Lucian’s massive, tense forearm.
The moment her hands touched his skin, the dark, lethal aura surrounding Lucian shuddered. Her warm, grounding scent washed over his wild beast, pulling him back from the edge of bloodlust.
Lucian turned his glowing golden eyes toward her.
“Don't kill him like this,” Kora begged softly, looking up into his eyes. “Don't stain your hands with his blood in my room. Let him face public justice before the entire kingdom.”
Lucian held her gaze for three long seconds. The glowing gold in his eyes slowly receded, returning to his dark grey-gold hue. He let out a dark breath and unceremoniously dropped Dorian to the floor like a sack of trash.
Dorian collapsed onto the ground, coughing hysterically and gasping for air.
“Caspian,” Lucian commanded coldly, without taking his eyes off Kora. “Throw him into the deep dungeons. Arrest Lord Aldrich Ashvale, Lord Kairen, and Lady Saraphene immediately. Charge them all with high treason against the Royal Crown.”
“At once, Your Majesty!” Caspian declared, roughly grabbing Dorian by his collar and dragging him out of the room alongside the guards.
Once the room was clear and the heavy doors were shut, Lucian turned to Kora. His hands were still trembling slightly from the sheer force of his suppressed rage.
He reached out, gently cupping her face in his warm, large hands, inspecting her frantically. “Did he touch you? Did you drink any of it?”
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“No,” Kora whispered, tears finally leaking from her eyes as the adrenaline crashed. “I was foolish, Lucian… I almost listened to him…”
“You were not foolish; you have a good heart,” Lucian said fiercely, pulling her tightly against his broad chest and holding her as if she might vanish into thin air. He buried his face in her soft hair, breathing in her soothing scent of herbs and linen. “I will never let anyone hurt you, Kora. Never.”
