The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 109: The spy girl

Chapter 109: The spy girl

When Kaisun carried her back to their room, sleep had already claimed her. He kissed her, hungrily, reverently, and pulled her into his arms, where she melted against his chest’s warmth. Only then did he realize she’d drifted off completely. Her exhaustion was etched into every breath she took, so obvious even a child could’ve seen it.

He didn’t bother dressing her this time. Instead, he cradled her close beneath the sheets, his arm draped protectively across her chest. For once, he wanted to stay in this moment, to dissolve into the quiet of her zeal. He knew too well she might wake in the morning wearing that guarded mask again, cold, composed, unreachable.

But when her lashes fluttered open hours later, she leaned in and kissed him softly.

"Whoa," he whispered against her lips, caught off guard by the sweetness of it. "Wife, are you trying to seduce me?"

She shook her head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Let’s just kiss for now," she murmured. "We move slowly."

He almost laughed. Almost. Gods, he wanted nothing more than to take her right then, but he held back. They were still cloaked in mourning. Their people’s blood hadn’t yet dried in the dirt. Passion could wait.

They dressed in silence, the stillness between them was soft and unspoken. Moments later, Gloria arrived to set the breakfast table, her movements quiet, precise, grief woven into every gesture. Kaisun invited Rail to join them in the private dining space within their chambers, his voice steady but warm, trying to pierce the fog that had wrapped itself around the man’s spirit.

"Sit," he said gently, gesturing to the chairs. "Both of you."

They ate quietly. Not awkwardly, but solemnly, as though the air itself still carried the echoes of the battlefield. When the last bite was swallowed, Rail set his utensils down and broke the silence.

"So," he asked, his voice low and gravelly, "what’s the reason behind this private breakfast?"

Kaisun glanced at Reneira, a silent plea in his eyes. She met it and nodded, her expression softening.

"Because," she began, her tone light, yet laced with unmistakable ache, "my favorite person has been avoiding me. And my maiden. And I missed him terribly."

Rail’s eyes shimmered with a sudden gleam, like the brief glint of sunlight through storm clouds. But guilt surged in him before that warmth could take root. He couldn’t forgive himself. Not yet. Gloria had been in town buying clothes for little Dave that day, unaware, detached from the horror building in the distance. And Kamin... Kamin had died saving the girl Rail believed he should have protected.

Shame burned through him like acid in his veins.

How could he stand beside his Luna now? How did a man like him deserve to serve her, when he’d failed so completely?

"I... I’ve just been busy," Rail stammered, the excuse tumbling out weak and hollow.

Ren arched a brow. "Okay," she drawled, her tone laced with disbelief. He should not be like this, so desperate.

Gloria huffed, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "He doesn’t even talk to me," she muttered. "Last night, when we went to the healer, he didn’t ask a thing about what I said. I already feel sick over what happened to Kamin. He died because I was stupid."

Her voice cracked near the end, brittle and raw. She couldn’t forgive herself, not when every step echoed with guilt, not when Zaira’s eyes haunted her from the shadows, burning with silent blame. Gloria felt her presence even in the dark, like a curse hovering just out of reach. Truth be told, if Zaira came at her with a blade, Gloria wasn’t sure she’d fight back. She wouldn’t blame her.

"Oh. Sorry," Rail muttered, avoiding her gaze. "My mind’s been occupied... with forge matters."

Kaisun let out a sharp snort, dry and unimpressed. This wasn’t going anywhere. They were trapped in their own private pits of guilt, and he was tired of watching them sink deeper.

"That’s enough," he snapped, voice like a whip. "I need you to pull yourselves together. Kamin’s death is a wound to all of us, not just you. But if you keep hugging your knees and crying like children, we’ll never be strong enough to make it count."

His voice lowered, turning to steel. "This time, you were distracted by Luther. Next time, you won’t be."

The silence that followed was thick and stunned. Ren’s mouth parted in shock. Kaisun had just drawn a line in the sand, and there was no mistaking it for anything but a command.

"Be a bit soft," Ren muttered under her breath, scolding him with a frown.

But the words barely left her lips when Rail rose from his chair and dropped to his knees with a thud that echoed in the room.

"Please forgive me," he rasped, eyes lowered, fists clenched at his sides. The act of bowing shamed him more than words ever could, he despised showing weakness and hated that he’d disappointed his Alpha. He’d expected punishment. A blow. Harsh words. Anything. But Kaisun had offered none of it. That silence hurt more.

"Get up," Kaisun growled. "Or I’ll kick you out of the castle myself."

Rail didn’t hesitate. He stood instantly, though his shoulders remained slumped and his gaze fixed on the ground like a man too heavy with guilt to lift his head.

Without another word, Kai turned and reached for Ren’s hand, curling his fingers around hers.

"Come with us. There’s something I haven’t told you," he said, voice quieter now, more deliberate. "And I need the two of you to confirm what Org has drawn for us."

Gloria scrubbed at her wet cheeks with her sleeve, heart aching from the sight of Rail on his knees. His desperation gutted her. She wanted to reach for him, to hold him, to remind him they weren’t enemies, but the wall between them had grown thick with loss. And in his eyes, she was nothing now. Not even a friend.

"Yes, Your Grace. I’m at your disposal," she said, trying to steady her voice. But in truth, she had no idea what they were walking into. Confirm what?

They descended into the lower levels of the castle, the jails, not the dungeons. This space was cleaner, and colder, and carried a different kind of menace. It was where they kept foreign spies, enemies who needed answers ripped from their tongues.

The group stopped in front of a pristine cell with bars of iron and silver. Ren’s eyes narrowed as she spotted the familiar figure inside.

Her brow lifted. "Did I really save this girl with my life in my palms, just to throw her in a cell?" she asked, voice tight with disbelief, eyes turning sharply to Coran, who was already standing guard.

"I’m sorry, my Luna," Coran replied quickly, his tone grave. "But she was a spy. She infiltrated human military camps and stole strategies, maps, anything that could aid that vampire lord we saw in the village."

He kept it short. Brutal, no sugarcoating.

"What? She was a spy?" A voice rang out behind Ren.

Arkilla. Her tone cracked like a whip, disbelief slicing through her words. Last night had ended in blood and loss, and now this? Another betrayal, another tragedy to shoulder before the sun had even fully risen.

Th𝓮 most uptodate nov𝑒ls are publish𝒆d on freew(e)bnove(l).𝓬𝓸𝓶

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.