A Mate For The Last Lycan
Chapter 162: THE RITUAL WENT WRONG

Chapter 162: THE RITUAL WENT WRONG

"Harder... harder, my king..." Nycta mewled in Killian’s arms, as he thrusted her from behind. He groaned and bit her shoulder before their bodies went still and the creaking sound from inside the bedroom stopped.

Nycta fell on her stomach, she was exhausted, she was sore, but satisfied. It felt like a little revenge in her head whenever she thought right now her sister was doing the same thing with her mate.

She winched when Killian pulled away and started to get dress before he left her alone in the bed, sticky, tired and used.

Tears welled up in her eyes when the quietness inside the room pinned her down. Everything was still and she was naked. She stayed like that for a while until the guilty feeling crept in and she cried.

Whenever she was with Dacre, he would take care of her, he would hug her and kiss her, giving comfort and warm, but with Killian, he would leave right away once the deed was done and in the morning, he would act like the sin they committed during the night had never happened.

It was not like Nycta wanted him to stay, she hated the man, she hated her baby, she didn’t want to be pregnant with his child, but Dacre couldn’t have an heir and this was the only way for them to secure the throne.

She hated the fact Dacre took her sister with him instead of her. She hated the thought and wild imagination she had about what they might be doing right now.

Nycta hated everything.

Her youthfulness and her pregnancy hormone were not a good mix for her to judge the situation she was currently in. Her jealousy and hatred were a good recipe for a disaster.

When she was with Killian, it was not affection, it was a revenge. She took pleasure from it. It was a little victory for her to think she could hurt Dacre the same way he hurt her.

However, the guilty feeling ate her alive.

Nycta touched her private part and felt the stickiness on the tip of her fingers. He got off inside her and it felt like Killian mocked her for their infidelity.

Yet, Nycta was not the only one, who was suffering tonight, because right now, Zuri had to go through five curses. She was tied so tight to prevent what happened the last time. Elijah insisted this.

"Arrghh! Stop! Khaos! Khaos! MAKE THEM STOP!"

She was in the fifth curse, but it hurt like hell, she felt like her skin was being peeled and her eyeballs were going to explode. Her eyes were burned, or that was how it felt. The voices in her head were getting louder, as if these voices alone could claw in her brain.

This was ten thousand more painful than before. She felt like she was going to die. The only thing she could do was screaming on the top of her lungs, calling for Khaos to help her. She wanted this to stop, she was hurt so bad, she begged him to stop this.

There was some point where she lost her ability to sense her surroundings and when she lost her sight, that was when Zuri thrashed her body wildly to the point the rope that tied her left hand snapped, but a hand held her down.

She screamed and screamed and then everything went still.

The darkness pushed her down and the pain suddenly vanished. She finally could breathe again.

***

Elijah held his bleeding nose, he cowered to the side of the room, trying to avoid the alpha. The head of the magic user trembled in fear under Khaos’s wrath.

"Seven." The single word that Khaos said sounded menacingly dangerous. He stalked toward Elijah, while the other magic users fell on their knees, scared speechless, even Rhett couldn’t say anything. "We agreed to five, but you put seven."

"Al... alpha... she could survive eight curses before... she can survive eight more now..." Elijah tried to explain, his nose was bleeding profusely, the blood seeped through his fingers and dripped to the floor, he could smell nothing, but the metallic scent of blood. "She... she will be fine. She is not going to die... we can complete the beauty blood sooner..."

Yes, Khaos was enraged when he learned Elijah and his magic users put seven curses inside Zuri, instead of five like they had agreed upon. They deliberately made a fool of him.

"Is this how your cult showed your loyalty to me?" Khaos’s voice boomed inside the room. This was the next room that they used to perform the ritual, while Glenda checked on Zuri’s condition. She passed out when Elijah was about to inflict the eighth curse, which forced him to cancel it.

Khaos was not aware that they put more than five curses, until one of the magic users slipped.

"Alpha... we only wanted the best for the revival of the old dynasty... we are her to help you to get what you wanted."

"By ignoring my order and thinking you know better than me?"

Rhett steeled his heart, he braced himself when he approached the enraged lycan and spoke in small voice.

"Alpha... your judgment is clouded by your attachment toward her... we are afraid..."

Rhett didn’t finish his word when Khaos caught his neck and threw him across the room. His body collided against the wall and made a huge dent there.

Everyone gasped, but not a single soul dared enough to make a peep, even Bryden, who watched how everything unfolded kept his opinion to himself.

The beta... agreed to Rhett and the other magic users. Khaos should have completed the beauty blood as soon as possible, but he knew better not to say anything.

"Yes, you should be afraid," Khaos said coldly, as he walked toward Elijah again, he stood tall in front of him, while the head of the magic user knelt down. "You only use your hands to perform magic, right?"