Chapter 19
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Zadekiah’s POV
“Lady Blossom is waiting at the main hall.” Isaac announced.
I didn’t respond.
The pencil continued to stretch through lines of the portrait in front of me.
In this f*****g reality, this was one of the few things that gave me comfort.
Isaac stepped closer over the desk, his voice dropping low. Not wanting to disturb the moment, he whispered, “Your Highness…”
“I heard you the first time, Isaac.” Cutting him off, the room fell back into silence.
Sovia was getting married to the man of her dreams the f*****g golden prince of Babel.
My hand clutched the pencil. I groaned.
No doubt she was already marching down the aisle with her bouquet of roses, looking ethereal like she was never meant to walk this earth.
“Your Highness, are you really not going to attend the wedding? The royal family will not be pleased.”
“Do I look like I care?” I paused, arching a brow at Isaac. His head fell, both hands crossed behind his back. I resumed my sketch.
Anyone would mistake this attitude as an act of rebellion, but it wasn’t.
I knew seeing her being handed off to another man would break something inside me.
“The Alpha King might punish you. he stated it was your duty to keep Lady Blossom close.”
I’d rather face my father’s wrath than see my heart shattering at the sight of Sovia and Janova.
Zion howled, a low broken sound that made my shoulders sink.
She’s ours, he growled.
It was no use mourning. She was never ours, I told Zion through the mindlink.
He only thrashed painfully.
I set the pencil aside when Zion broke my focus with his whine.
The portrait stared right back at me, mocking.
It was Sovia, carefully plucked out from my memories, and now it was trapped in the confinement of my papers.
Her faint scent still lingered on the page as if mocking me, making Zion whine low in my chest, claws pressing painfully against the inside of my skin.
I trailed my fingers over the edge, sighing. I shouldn’t be thinking about my brother’s wife.
Coward. That’s who you are? Letting another man take what’s ours. Zion huffed.
I pressed my palm to my head, exhaling. What does it even matter—thinking about another man’s mate?
As I sat there with that drawing, I asked myself what would have happened if I had marked her like she asked.
It was obviously some trick, but a dark part of me knew it meant she would stay with me.
Snap!
The pencil cracked in half. Isaac rushed forward. “Your Highness!”
“I’m fine,” I rasped, but I knew I wasn’t.
Seeing the blood drip onto the sketch I made sent a wave of irritation down my throat.
Even the portrait I made was ruined.
With a loud groan, I cleared the table with both of my hands, kicking the table over.
It landed with a loud thud. Objects shattered to the floor. Papers tossed into the air as I raked my fingers through my hair, panting.
Stay calm, Zadekiah.
Stay the f**k down. I warned myself as I started pacing back and forth.
Isaac stood there, no hint of surprise at what I had just done. If anyone had stayed with me long enough like he did, they would understand.
Isaac sighed and slowly crouched, starting to pick up the papers.
I stared outside the palace, at the Moon Chapel where the wedding was taking place. Anger mixed with pain swirled from within.
“Your Highness, we have a problem,” Isaac said, coming over to my side.
“I just received a distress signal from one of our men on the wedding ground.”
“It’s none of my business,” I retorted, unwilling to continue the conversation.
“There’s been a breach and there’s been the sight of gunpowder under the Moon Chapel. He thinks it has something to do with the Darkraven.”
My gaze sharpened. I turned swiftly. “The guard, what else did he say?”
Isaac shook his head. “The link was interrupted and I haven’t been able to contact him either.”
“f**k!” I cursed, marching away from the window.
During Sovia’s birthday, the Darkraven had struck. Secretly I had been trying to investigate, but all leads led to a dead end.
Sovia was in trouble.
“Your Highness, your clothes,” Isaac yelled, seeing me strolling carelessly in my night robe.
“Get me my uniform. Now.” I thundered.
*****
The wooden doors of the Moon Chapel loomed ahead as I approached.
Then the words cut through the air like a whip:
“I’m pregnant… It’s… it’s your brother—Prince Zadekiah.”
Zion surged forward with a savage roar that rattled my bones, his fury flooding my bloodstream.
Isaac whipped his head toward me, etched with confusion.
That voice—it was Sovia.
What was that woman up to this time?
With a deep frown, I pushed the door open.
Bang!
Eyes flickered toward me as I stepped inside.
Sovia’s eyes widened, hitching backward.
I had a lot of questions.
For starters, how was she pregnant with a child—my child?
A low laughter crackled from my lips as I closed the distance.
Janova stood in front of Sovia protectively.
What sort of games were these two lovebirds playing?
“What are you doing here?” Janova groaned, stretching out his hand over Sovia.
My father stood up, tone hard and filled with judgement. “Zadekiah Lockham, is what Sovia said true… is she carrying your child?”
Sovia’s eyes widened, like she was trying to say something.
Slowly, I turned to my father—a man who had done nothing but oppose every decision I took.
“Zadekiah… is it true?” He snarled, eyes growing darker.
In a situation such as this, what choice did I have?
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