Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]
Chapter 229: The Way You Love Changes Me

Chapter 229: The Way You Love Changes Me

[KAWAI]

"I’ll do anything you want me to, son... But you must promise to never let go," King Zaffuto said.

Tamiko looked at him sadly. The man was clinging onto the hope that things would be better for his son and it was a desperate attempt to make it all alright for the young Lycan.

Tamiko hadn’t expected this, yet he had figured that his father had suffered enough too. He was trying to ease the situation, but what could the mad king do to fix it all at this point?

What else was there for them when life was suddenly so bland and it seemed like there wasn’t a war worth fighting then? Was it alright that shit would have been this easier or harder? What the fuck were they supposed to be doing at the time?

"Anything?" Tamiko asked curiously, and the king looked taken aback. He had expected that his son would ask that and, in that tone, too, but then this was what they had been reduced to.

It was only fair that life be challenged along with the stars that had messed them up one too many times. Perhaps it was what they had to accept, but what side of life was this for them?

Would it ever make sense or was this just a long gable that they had to wait for again? Oh, the stench of desperation was a little too thick in the air and Tamiko wanted to take back his word. But even if he did, would it make anything better?

"Yes, son. Anything you want of me," the king said and Tamiko stared truthfully.

"Take me to the person who had my Erasthai. I can smell them on you and there is a familiarity to that scent. It reeks of Grealor. Take me, papa," Tamiko said and the king stared at him softly.

He had expected this given that Tamiko had long accepted that he was a prince. He was bound to share the same senses as his father dearest, so there wasn’t even a point in King Zaffuto acting like this had come as a surprise. He had expected this either way.

"Is that what you really want?" the king asked in confirmation.

"Yes. It is what I want. I want their blood on my hand, papa. I want to feel what it is like to have life leave their pulses. I want to make them pay for hurting my Erasthai and for pulling such a cruel stunt.

"I want to bathe in their blood and I want to make sure that no one will ever have the courage to try and hurt my Kosta, papa. That is what I want. I want retribution for my Kosta. He didn’t deserve all of this.

"He is too good a person for this kind of stupid game. I want to see them and ask them why they did it and what they were hoping to get," Tamiko said, his fists clenching and unclenching.

He was angry with the way that shit had happened and there was nothing that would calm him down. The young prince despised everyone who had caused his Erasthai pain and even in all of that, he hated himself too. He should have been better.

He should have fought harder for his love. He should have done a better job at making Kosta comfortable and yet he had managed to fail so spectacularly it was an embarrassment.

He had failed and no amount of soothing would explain the chaos for him. He had fucked up his mate’s life and he would avenge him. He would do everything to see to it that Kosta was okay and that he never had to deal with that shit anymore.

If he had to be the devil, like his father, then he would be just that.

After all, he was born of a devil; so, he was bound to be one eventually.

"Alright, son. Have you eaten yet?" King Zaffuto asked.

Tamiko smiled sadly at his father. He wanted to lie and say yes, but there was something in the king’s eyes that reassured him that no matter what they did together, the king would take him to the person who had done this.

It wasn’t a speculation anymore, but it was a promise of what was to come. A promise of vengeance and a promise that Tamiko was sure would never be broken. He was sure his father wouldn’t dare to lie to him in instances like this and he loved every bit of it.

"No. Have you?" the boy asked his father.

"It’s been a rough couple of days. My body can hold me steady for a few more months without food and water, son. Don’t worry. Come, let’s go to the palace kitchens. I’ll cook you some food," King Zaffuto said.

Tamiko stared at his father like he had heard the craziest of shits. There was just no way the man who was capable of burning down kitchens wanted to cook for him, right?

"As much as I want to trust in your skills, papa, we have to leave the kitchens for those who can navigate. Danny or Uncle can join us so they make sure we both don’t make a mess of the kitchen alright?" Tamiko said, making his father chuckle excitedly.

This was not what he had thought of, but it was happiness and there was a smile on his little angel’s face. That was more than anything that Zaffuto had ever wished for. Whatever his son wanted, Zaffuto Hinata would grant it, even if it was his life.

And right now, he was staring at the fruit of his love with Liana, and boy did he love his son. This boy was everything to him and Zaffuto wouldn’t compromise. It was just sad that he wasn’t able to do shit about the Konstantin situation.

Maybe it is what life had bound them to, but maybe it was also a choice that had to be made eventually. Surely it wasn’t that hard to understand and get a grip of, right?

"Is that a better proposal I hear?" King Zaffuto teased and Tamiko let out a laugh.

His life had changed in one evening and he had endured the worst of weeks since he had started suffering, maybe that was why he was struggling to smile through the chaos or maybe he was just desperate to run away.

But at the same time, he couldn’t even run because somehow, he had promised his father that he wasn’t going to leave. This right here was the kind of shit that he never thought he would be trapped in and yet here he was.

"Come, let’s go before I change my mind," Tamiko said as he got up. He knew that this wasn’t going to be the easiest of evenings, but as long as he had his father, he would be okay.

After all, he had once been in worse positions than this and he had survived, right? But what would that mean for his life then?

"Alright, alright. It’s cold out there, take a coat," King Zaffuto said but his son just dismissed him.

"No, I’m fine, papa. I haven’t felt this fine for a long time," Tamiko said with a smile as he walked out of the room.

It was at that moment that Zaffuto knew that something had changed about his son.

And he feared it wasn’t the good kind.