His Accidental Luna

THE MATE HE FOUND IS THE MATE HE LOST

CHAPTER 18: THE MATE HE FOUND IS THE MATE HE LOST

Tarik sip from the cup of tea he had been offered. It taste bland, but no wonder as vampires despise human food, which is in favour for them as they do not need to rely on bloods. Unlike vampire, they could savour and relish what was it like for humans to have variety of spices, and cuisine apart from tasting and hunting every flesh they could have find in the woods. They live normally. They do not lost control in spite of hunger and famish, apart from the fact that it happens when they are clamped, dwelled onto emotions they had least expect to fathom and filled their head.

That is, until Tarik and his clan finally built the kingdom they thrive. Humans still exist, but on their realm, it only consist of werewolves, vampires and witches. But that doesn’t mean, their connections are in ruins. In fact, they inhabit the land with harmony same with the three kingdoms ruled by the current monarch.

“So, what brings the second borne Prince here?” It was Zachary, king of the vampires, who sit on his throne for how long he could remember. He is much older, more experienced at things before Tarik had been born. He saw the world, he suffered first before the dark ages.

“I was requested by my father to discuss some things with you, your highness.” He offered his respect.

In myth perhaps, vampires and wolves are often known to be at war. Their species who had a long run of hatred against each other, but the legend lied through, they could live only if they know how to set boundaries among their people. There wouldn’t be hunted wolves, nor vampires who thrive to live, unless it was a rogue.

After what happened to Helga’s abode, Tarik’s father, King Luther had requested for him to see the King of the Vampires, Zachary, the current ruler of Reinsworth Kingdom. It is to discuss the upcoming tradition, and by no means it include the danger same as the first stage of the custom. To unravelled the woods they once lied through. Its narrowed path where the women would venture. A detour to encase how courageous their ancestors would find them. If not, what awaits at the end  cost a soul. One soul for the rest to survive and one sacrifice for them to finally find the way routed to escape doom. But that doesn’t ensured that it would be the sole part which would take them to where the Kingdom was.

To be a reigning Queen, one must be bold. She must have a heart as pure as the moon goddesses and was able to empty her mind from the deeds, wantons and caprices, whims that this realm offered. Technically, it was the forest meant to chastise their being.

It was the judgement of the forest whether they befittingly suited to join the tradition.

“What would it be?” Zachary have an idea.

It wasn’t a secrecy to them that the Monarch believed on such tradition, they wanted to make a master race that would prolong the line of rulers, of King and Queen, of princes and princesses. Unlike Zachary, they wanted a royal bloods, when all he ever ask for was a mate no matter who she is, where she might have come from, because what she may have committed in the past won’t affect even in the slightest the passion he felt for her.

Zachary promise to himself that he will treasure her that nobody had ever done before. She would be his Queen and nobody would sit in her throne apart from her as they rule the Kingdom until she finally conceived his heir. The thought touches his heart. For the very first time, he felt a warm hand placing its soft surface as it caressed his heart.

He was lost in thought. Smiling at the scene which keeps playing inside his head.

It was something he had always imagined and wished for.

“Your majesty?” Tarik calls his attention, when he took noticed the far away look and his attention that doesn’t seems to be trained on what he is speaking of.

Zachary blinked his eyes. It was as if, he had been awoke from the trance he didn’t thought he had been drawn  could he not? To find her still felt surreal as if all were a dream he never thought would happen until another eons and decades of how long had Zachary waited for Devon. Unaware of how torn Devon was right of the moment as he come face to face with Tarik, the mate he didn’t know who is also fated to her.

“I’m sorry, something bad just filled my mind, my apologies.” Zachary smiled apologetically. “What were you speaking of again?”

“Is it your mate, if I may ask?” Tarik had not help himself and ask.

The way that the King smile and the curved of his lips which is far from different to how serious he looks, Zachary assumed the word out of his head. It rolled out of his tongue before he could suppress his intriguing nature.

The smile widened on Zachary’s lips. There are no intent, which lace it that he could of feel. It is warm, filled of something, an admiration he had never seen before from his visage. It was in fact different from the stoic King Tarik had always saw in feast, during the assembly even when he is just a mere pup.

The latter did not bother to deny his assumption.

“It is.” Proudly, he said. “And I just found her today, which I had least expect to.”

He found his mate same with him. He thought. But now Tarik lost her. He let her slipped from his grasp, and he was at lost where could he find her. He totally lost track of her scent, it only means that she left the Kingdom adherent, tears-stricken, and it made him loathed himself for what happened. If he had only went much earlier, would he find her at that state? She looks shattered that Tarik is tempted to strangles Helga no matter how loyal and how her service had been a good use of for him, and for the Kingdom itself although it was unbeknownst to his father.

Tarik was in fact gathering allies, it was for the empire, a new world he wanted to built for the 3 kingdom where they could live without fearing the prophesied tomorrow which prospects the chaos they would soon befall. Another downfall. Death which would come as a thief, and stole lives.

He wouldn’t let it happen, although the one who are supposed to sit the throne would be Augustus. It wasn’t a rebellion he would try to, but Tarik would just wanted a better place for him, and her. If his father would disagreed, he wouldn’t be able to continue feeding their bloods towards the monarch, their happiness and the fate that they need to sacrifice.

Tarik won’t allowed it anymore.

“I am happy for you, your majesty.” Tarik is genuine as he said it.

“Thank you.” Zachary on the other hand acknowledge how sincere the Prince looks.

Deems as they fell into what he came all the way from Devonshire to the Reinsworth Kingdom.

“So, the king wanted our aid as the Royal maidens finally enter the forest, I presumed that was what you were trying to say.” Zachary sip from the chalice filled with blood that were serve for him.

For a moment his mind went at how sweet Devon’s blood if they mate. The thought made every fibre of him alive, but he shrugged off the scenarios, the maturing rituals before he focus his eyes to Tarik, who doesn’t seems to notice how crude and shameless the ideas are filling his mind.

Oh, if only he knew who it might be!

“That would be right.” Tarik nodded his head. “My father propose if you could take a look for any rogue that could be loitering outside the said forest as you know exactly that they may prey on the women.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll send some of my warriors to aid you during the tradition.” Zachary reassured him. “And what would be in return?”

“Fortunes and blood supply from the humans who had willingly given their blood.” Said Tarik.

Zachary’s fang seems it itched at what he uttered.

Ah, human bloods.

How long has it been since the last time he had his hands on them? He couldn’t remember. It’s been so long before then, but the smell they have is more than one of the sweetest treats he could find in equal with his mate. It taste relishing, a drug so intoxicating leading for every vampires to have their connection as to taste even a droplets of it, however, they also value what lies between—the law and his decree as they knew what punishment awaits for those who disobey the kingdom and its consequences as an aftermath.

“The king really know how to make a deal with us.” Zachary laughs softly.

Meanwhile, Tarik stood up.

“Then that means we’ll be expecting you and your people—”

“My people only.” Zachary cut him off. “I have some matters to attend to as the full moon would mean a mating season for us.”

Mating season. Tarik had almost forgotten that it is the mating season for the vampires soon, unlike them, who had been practicing it either way after the full moon, meanwhile them, the Royal bloods would be able to mate after the custom. The Queen and pair that would be chosen and would successfully manage to play fair with their utmost effort would be the one who would carry their make. Their scent would be far itched on their neck. It means a possession. A power over, and a male dominantly claiming what solely belongs to him. But that doesn’t mean one heart would bleeds, because the mate they would not choose would feel every bit of pain as they dwelled into the mating process, every kiss and touch adherent to their agony and cries.

That was something that Tarik won’t let Devon to feel. He won’t be like the same bloodline who chose to serve the people and left their mate in agony to rot and die with their heart breaking, shattered soul as they wish to perish and be meet without being cured.

Tarik knew how that death meant torment.

His face hardened. Long before he bid his farewell to Zachary, unaware that the mate he had been looking were inside the Kingdom with the King himself that he meet to pay a visit with.

On the other hand, Queen Nerissa of the Devonshire Kingdom finally arrived at her destination.

“We’re here, your majesty.”

“Thank you.” She said to Lily.

“It’s been so long since I’ve visited here.” She breathed out as Nerissa’s gaze landed towards the Kingdom.

Unlike Devonshire and Reinsworth Kingdom, Motherland Salem stood in secrecy. It was more like a coven coveted to keep themselves in hiding. Roots uprooted crawled to its gate. The walls of the branches which lay high and glorious as the shadows looms and shade that ensure their safety from intruders. Affront, a shield brewed by the witches concealed their location, apart from the Queen who had been given access by the colleagues she knew.

A small smile uplifted her lips.

“Let’s go.” She urge Lily, who gulps, but left with no choice trailed after Nerissa.

“I am still unsure about this, your majesty.” She bite her lips and the same nervous flailed across her chest.

“Don’t be.” Nerissa glanced at her shoulder. “You are with me, Lily.”

And as she said that, they stood in front of the shield in a faint colour of blue combined with red which almost inaudible, hidden from bare eyes.

Nerissa grab the parcel she brought and on her hand, a clock, which serve as a key inside were carefully grasp.

“I, Nerissa Devonshire from the Kingdom of the Wolves ask for your permission to enter Salem.” She raised the clock.

As it made its contact to the barrier that was surrounding the Motherland Salem, there is a sudden buzzing sound, a large electrifying sensation that Nerissa could feel right before a small portion which slowly gets bigger and vast let alone them to see its inside.

“The Motherland Salem is grateful to have your presence, Queen Nerissa Devonshire.” A voice said the moment they had been allowed to enter.

Nerissa alongside with Lily crossed the barrier. She felt exquisite but that doesn’t mean Nerissa couldn’t felt the fear of what she may have seen in Tarik’s future.

She just hope that it wasn’t the storm that the realm was expecting or she wouldn’t know how to resolve the matter. Carrying her fear and her mother love, she knew that it is a just, even if it means giving another life, a sacrifice, a soul to let her pry and peer into what the future offers.

@cycy