CHAPTER THREE
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BASTIAN
When I open my eyes I see the sunlight coming through the bedroom window, and I notice with surprise that I am not in my office anymore , but instead, I am lying in my bed, and I curse loudly the moment I try to get up but I notice some silver chains around my wrists and ancles, I know it was August, there is no doubt about it because he had already done it before, every time I had lost my temper after a few drinks and began to destroy the whole place , I ended up chained to my bed and had no one more to blame than myself, as I was the one who came up with that strategy after Elina lost her temper the day before everything went to hell with her.
"AUGUST, COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" I practically yell at him through a mind link, and in a couple of minutes, he is coming through the door with an expression on his face that is a mixture of concern and guilt.
"What did I tell you about chaining me to the damn bed?" I ask him through clenched teeth, and he bows his head.
"I am sorry, but I had to," he replies, but avoids looking me in the eye.
"No, you didn't have to, I wasn't destroying anything, I was just going to … I just wanted…." I try to articulate the words, but I don't seem to be able to find the courage to say them.
"You were going to stop the wedding, I know," he completes the sentence, and I frown slightly.
"Of course not, I just want to talk to her, that is all," I tell him, and he looks at me with a pitying look before saying in a low tone:
"Man, the wedding was three days ago, there is nothing you can do about it anymore , I am sorry, but we had to stop you from going there and getting yourself stupidly killed," he tells me with his head down, and I suppress the growl that threatens to go out along with my wolf upon hearing the news that she has married another man.
"Why did you do that?" I ask with contained rage, and August looks at his hands, so I continue speaking: “I finally managed to find out the exact date , time, and place where she was going to be, isn't that what you wanted? For me to talk to her and try to stop all this senseless warfare?" I ask him, and he shakes his head.
"Bastian, please, you can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't fool me , you were going there to stop that wedding ..." he starts to say, and when he sees that I am going to protest, he raises his hand and asks me in a serious tone:
“Are you sure you wouldn't have tried to stop it? Tell me, what would have happened if you arrived and saw her dressed as a bride and ready to marry another man? Would you have simply accepted it and discussed the conflicts of the kingdom with her?" he insists , and I try to swallow the bile that rose to my throat when I imagined the scene.
"I ..." I try to speak, but I feel my voice c***k, and the pain in my chest grows deeper and more unbearable than ever before.
August walks over to me and gently undoes the chains from my wrists and ankles, then pats me on the back, and says in such a low tone that if it weren't for my keen senses , I wouldn't have been able to hear him:
"Do you want me to call Dr. Phillip so he can give you something to help you sleep?"
"No, I am fine ..." I try to lie to him, and he looks at me with a frown.
"I will be fine, don't worry," I correct myself, and he nods before leaving the room , but before he closes the door behind him, I call out to him:
"August?"
"Yes?" he asks.
"Do you think that if I had gone there, she would have changed her mind?" I ask him.
"Changed her mind about marrying him?" he says, and I nod.
"Honestly? I don't think so, but if it makes you feel better, I also don't think she married for love , I really don't think that marriage was anything more than a simple war strategy for her, she knows that she needs more power and men if she really wants to attack us head-on and not with just Rogues’ ambushes , and I think that if there is something we need to worry about right now, it is not her marital status, but how much more powerful she has just become, the war is coming , my friend, and this time it is for real,” He tells me before walking out the door.
I know he is right, I know that at this moment I should be concerned for the welfare of my kingdom, I should be trying to prepare us for what is coming , that man had no qualms about offering his support when he had just met her, and he didn’t even care they were in front of me, so It would be stupid not to assume that now he will actually fulfill the promise to help her , and that is not something we should take lightly, after my kingdom, his is one of the largest and most powerful on the continent, and his men are reputed to be cruel and stopping for nothing once they enter battle.
Zane Crimson is, in short, the most powerful ally she could have made , and although I know that rationally he is the candidate that makes the most sense for her to decide to marry, that does not prevent me from feeling strongly the wave of jealousy that invaded me when I heard the news, and that even now it threatens to make me do something crazy, especially when I remember the shameless way he flirted with her in front of me, and the disgusting lust that permeated his gaze every time he passed his stupid gaze over her body , and although I know I shouldn't be thinking about it, it is practically impossible for me not to imagine what happened on their wedding night, because even if it is an arranged marriage , it is clear that they need an heir if they want their union to be actually sealed.
And just thinking about that son of a b***h putting his hands on her makes me see red, and a murderous desire begins to run through my veins.
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