Marked

03

Chapter Three

Saving the woman before a disaster could even happen.

Third Person’s Point of View

Blayze was sprinting fast.

    From the second that he had gathered that he was gifted with a mate, he knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure that the woman would be safe and face no harm in her life. He will make sure that he would soon be safe from those who are trying to her. The Alpha King knew that he was willing to kill for the person who dares lays their hand on her.

    He had stopped from the second that he grew familiar with an image that Rush was nice enough to send into his link. It was a small house, filled with items that seemed fit for a family of three, a place where his mate was living in nothing but happiness only for it to get ruined, for she was the future Queen of the man who put an end to the reaping.

    “Is it here, Alpha?” Tate had questioned softly.

    Blayze only nodded his head as he takes a whiff of the surrounding. Nothing but the sound of pine was surrounding him. For a second, it does make him calm down. That is until he had smelt it. A scent that is so familiar that he had flinched in realization. 

    Blood.

    One that used to be nothing but faint had turned nothing but intense as it was nothing but engulfing inside the house. Quickly jumping down from the tree and slamming the door open, he was surprised to see a woman that was familiar with him. She was still like before, but her emotion and expression were different from the warrior that he had faced and conversed with. Instead of seeing the intense and tough woman who was an epitome of a warrior, she was sobbing before him as her hands were shaking by the sight that was given to her. Before her very eyes was a man and woman, who was pooled in nothing but blood.   

    Her cry resonates in the room, begging and pleading the clearly deceased and battered couple to wake up. The sound of her cry was immense, enough to shake the forest into two. A clear sign of distress and anxiousness were displayed on the woman. 

    “Rollia.” He called, gathering the attention of the female.

    She wailed, face drenched in nothing but agony and pain as she looked back at him. The memories of the woman who was always tough were washed away as she was broken before him. With shaking her and trembling voice, she had reported what is before her. “Your highness, someone raided my home.”

    He could simply do nothing as he offers her a small apology. She was breaking with every word, and her body was shaking into the very thing that was making her vulnerable. Wanting to offer her a small ounce of help, he had walked towards her. She was still down to her knees as she was shaking for her parents to wake up. Blayze felt bad as he grabbed her bloody hands, stopping her from her misery as she stood down to her level. 

    Rollia cried and wailed, breaking before him as he carefully pulled her into his hold. His hands had guided her head to bury into his shoulders, letting her cry and let all of her emotions out. Looking into the state that her parents have, he could almost frown upon not seeing or recognizing their features.

    This was a brutal fight, and he was thankful that she was safe.

    “Tate, please gather everyone to investigate in the matter.” He called, holding the woman in his arms as he whispered. “Rollia, we needed to get you safely. Do you mind spending some of your days at the castle?”

    She stilled, eyes still puffed with evidence of tears that she had shed. “Your highness, I could never. Maybe I have some other place that could—”

    “No, I could not possibly do that.” He frowned, looking at her with nothing but seriousness. She shivered, possibly scared to her face, while he had only replied by holding her cheeks softly as he dived deeper into her eyes. “I’ll keep you safe, and no one could ever hurt you again. That is something that I will promise you, sweet child.”

    She sniffed. “Thank you, your highness.”

    “Let’s get you out of here.” He muttered, carrying her small body out of that house as he strutted into the palace. Guards were surrounding both of them as she was still clinging into his arms, looking around the night with nothing but a feign scarce. She just could not believe that she was finally in his arms, feeling nothing but his warmth and soon enough— his love. Blayze looked back at her, massaging her head as an act to soothe her. “Try to close your eyes and calm yourself. I’m right here.”

    She nodded, burrowing closer to him. “Yes, your highness.”

    Never did Blayze acted like this in front of her. Even if she had scraped her knee or was bleeding in training, he had let another warrior carry her into the infirmary as he continued on his day. This was something that was new to her, and she was glad that she had put everything in the line for this.

    Being loved by Blayze is something that was a gift for her, and she did not do much.

    Rollia was not even scared that they are investigating her so-called parents' death, when in reality—it was her who had killed those couple. They both died in her arms, but no one is the wiser to know that.

    Even Blayze, the King of wolves himself.

    Rollia was fast asleep when Blayze had returned to the castle. She had too many things to do this day, and she had settled into his hold and with the cold breeze that was swinging into her face as he had walked slow. His parents were already in the living room when he had entered, surprised to see their son really holding a woman in his arms.

    “Darling, I am so happy for you. You are gifted with such a beautiful and rewarding thing.” Bea cried, walking to her son to see who the woman was in his hold. A small frown etched on her face as the woman seemed familiar. Conflicted, she soon realized that it was the child who was always close to him. “Rollia Cord? She is your mate?”

    He only nodded his head. “She was in the house that Rush had instructed me, which does make her my mate. Her family was killed in a frenzied attack by the second that I have got there. Her parents were already dead.”

    “Oh no.” Bea gasped, feeling back for the woman who was burrowing deeper into her son. Although, it did question her as to who in the right world could sleep so peacefully after having her entire family killed. She smiled, patting her son on the back. “You should put her back into her room. Rush already prepared the guest room since her room is still not done.”

    Blayze walked through the walls to his mother's instruction and reached a room prepared by his sister. He does feel grateful that he has someone like her in his life. If Rush was not here to alert him of what was happening—he would have lost his mate without having to be aware of it.

    “You are here.” She gushed, fluffing the bed as the man chuckled before placing his mate on the neatly presented bed. Rush was nothing but excited to see her in person but freeze as she saw the woman that her brother had placed in the bed. Unsure of what had happened, she wanted to alert him without being too obvious. “Uhm, Blayze? She is the person whom you’ve seen inside the house?”

    Clearly unaware of the way that his sister was confused, the man nodded. “Her parents were already dead. I was too slow, but it was good that Rollia was trained when we were younger or died already.”

    Despite his tone of voice, her brother had never seen much happier as she was not sure how to react to what was happening. There are things that aren’t adding up for the past two years that she had been seeing her brother’s mate—she was sure that Rollia was not the woman that she was seeing.

    …so why did Blayze saw her in that place?

    What is happening?

    And why is she in there?