The Rebel
Chapter 21

The Royal Castle

2:24 a.m.

From King Arthur Knight’s POV:

My paws hit the muddy ground as I made my way through the dense forest.

This bastard’s words disturbed my senses, sparking a fire of hatred and vengeance within me.

“I marked her for myself. Let’s see how you can take it from me. »

“Marked?”

How dare he touch her with his hands, my Zara… My precious Zara. »

My steps stopped near the cemetery and I returned to my human form.

I didn’t even deserve to come there to meet her, but it’s the only place that kept me sane all these years.

My partner’s grave.

She would be so disappointed in me, I couldn’t take care of our daughter, I couldn’t give her the life she deserves and now this.

My enemy captured her and marked her?

My fingers traced the name carved into the stone and I felt the first tear leave my eyes.

Rosalie Knight

1972- 2000

She was so young, so angelic, so pure and yet she is gone. She is dead. Why this question ? Because of me.

Because I… did what I shouldn’t have done.

Yes. Zara was right when she said I killed her, because to be honest, I was the one who didn’t believe her and hurt her like no mate should hurt their soulmate.

It was because of me that she committed suicide and died.

It was because of me that her wolf hated her human being to the point of killing him.

If only I had believed her at the time.

If only I hadn’t doubted his love for me.

If only…

“I’m so sorry, Rose.” I’ve always disappointed you, haven’t I? »

My hands shook as I continued talking to him. I begged her to forgive me for the mistakes I made when she was alive.

Begging to be forgiven.

“After 19 years, I found it. 19 years old… But, that bastard hurt him. He took revenge by keeping her. He marked her, Rose… He marked our daughter… However, somewhere in my mind, I hope he is her mate…

I hope he doesn’t do what I you did.

May he respect and love her as any companion should be.

Let him not take revenge on her for my misdeeds. »

Wiping away my tears, I took a deep breath.

His bruised face appeared before my eyes and I slammed my fists on his grave.

“I’m sorry, Rose.

While you only loved me with all your being. »

I punched my fists again, causing b***d to ooze.

But, I didn’t care.

This pain was nothing compared to what I put him through.

“I’m sorry for not taking care of our daughter, Rose. I’m sorry I lost her to those thugs. »

My tears mixed with the b***d on my hands and I held the grave slab tightly.

Staring at my tears as they fell on his grave one by one.

“But, I promise you, Rose. I’m going to bring her back. Our Zara will not have a destiny like ours. I won’t let anyone touch a single strand of her hair.

Mate or not, that bastard Logan won’t hurt him. »

With new determination, I stood up, nodding.

“She hates me, Rose. Our Zara hates me with all her being… But, she’s right. Even I hate myself for what I did to you. If only I could go back… and beg you to forgive me… If only…” “

But, I’m going to change that…”

“I’m going to bring her back, Rose. Our Zara will be back and I promise you that. »

I stood up, took a deep breath. I closed my eyes.

“I have to do it now.

I can’t wait for tomorrow’s vote. If the votes are cast, he will win and I won’t be able to do anything to protect her.

The long-awaited war must begin if this negotiation does not go well. »

“Beta!” Prepare our men! “, I commanded through the mental link and heard the m***s of the warriors.

They didn’t expect something like this.

“But, King Alpha… The borders are secure and no potential threats are there. »

“The threat is not to our pack, but to my daughter. We’re going to get Princess Zara back. »

And there was silence.

Everyone thought she was dead.

Without any information on her for the past 19 years, her chances of survival were almost zero.

But, my Zara was alive.

I wondered what she would look like. It had been 19 years since I last saw her.

Would she look like my Rose?

She should. Logan said she was just like her mother.

“Meet you near the borders in 10 minutes, Beta. We leave. »

“But to where, King Alpha? »

And that’s where the deadly silence became even deadlier if possible.

My next words hurt the wounds that were not stitched up properly in the story.

“The Redblood pack. »

The same pack we have been in conflict with for 30 years.

The pack of the late King Augustus Alpha.

The man who was Rose’s first lover and with whom I thought she had cheated on me.

The real Alpha King, the one I killed, including his mate and children.

Except for his son, who was the only one to survive that fatal night.

The sole heir to his empire.

Zara wasn’t even born yet, but the three-year-old had seen her with his own eyes.

The massacre of his parents, the burning of his kingdom, the bloodbath of the Redblood pack.

And now the time has come.

He only wanted one thing.

And it was revenge.

… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … .. ..

Ben gave orders to the wolves, asking them to seal the borders.

While Logan casually leaned against the bark of a tree, hands crossed in front of his chest.

“Are you sure they’ll come, Alpha?” asked Ben.

“He’s already on his way, Ben. Make the preparations. »

Ben nodded, wondering whether to ask the next question.

He liked Vera, he didn’t want it to end like that.

Plus, Rosie really cared about her.

“Alpha, are you sure? Are you seriously going to let him take our Luna in exchange for everything? »

Logan didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at it.

The aura surrounding him was deadly enough to make Ben look down.

… … …

The aura surrounding him was deadly enough to make Ben look down.

“She will always be your Luna, Ben. Even if he takes her, she will always be linked to us from now on. »

Ben’s eyes widened at this new information.

The word “bound” struck fear into him.

“Linked?” he asked incredulously, only to have Logan nod at him.

It was bad. Really bad.

He never thought his Alpha would stoop to this extent.

To do what ? Just for revenge.

Being bound was a fairly famous practice in werewolf history.

The double marking ceremony is at the origin.

But over the years it was rarely used.

The reason for this is well known.

It makes the female completely dependent on the male.

The wolf cannot survive without her companion and she can go so far as to unite with him.

She injures her human form if she resists, a very common practice.

Because of this, there have been incidents where humans have even committed suicide.

Rare, but still known.

Rosalie Knight’s death is the most famous in history.

When King Arthur, her companion, had marked her twice suspecting her of cheating with someone else.

“But Alpha, his mother…” Ben dared to ask, prompting Logan to clench his fist and harden his jaw.

” I know. But, she’s not her. She is stronger. »

She is strong, but how strong?

This practice is pure torture, if nothing else.

It creates a struggle in the woman’s mind, where she fights with herself every second for the rest of her life.

Without a doubt, it is the strongest bond ever created in history.

The attraction and tingling are multiplied by 100.

But the price to pay is death.

“Luna Vera doesn’t deserve this Alpha. No woman deserves that,” Ben dared to say, but Logan slammed him against the tree and strangled him.

“Don’t go too far, Beta. After what happened to my family, she and her father deserve everything I do to them. “

But she… She’s innocent…”

Logan’s grip tightened and Ben’s color drained from his face.

“Even I was innocent Ben and I had no one with me. But, she’ll get me. »

Leaving him, Logan ran his hand through his hair and punched the tree behind him.

While Ben coughed, trying to get some air into his lungs.

“She’ll have me and I won’t let anything happen to her.”

He was making a big mistake.

If only he knew revenge wouldn’t get him anywhere.

And the more he hurt her, the more he would hurt himself.

After all, double marking can be restrictive for the female.

But, for males?

It gives their wolf more control over their brains.

This makes them a real beast in every sense of the word.

And Logan, being a Lycan, was already a beast on the verge of being unleashed.

And unbeknownst to him, he imposed a curse on himself.

The curse of losing one’s reason and one’s spirit, of losing one’s humanity.