Ileus: The Dark Prince

Olivia was… stunned. She froze in her place, pressed against Kaizan's chest. Lucas was killed? He killed Lucas? Her skin pimpled with goosebumps. How did Kaizan got hold of him? Was he one of the rogues? Or was it that Kaizan saw him somewhere and just killed him on an impulse? Did she fuel his hatred for Lucas? 

She didn't know how to react to that. Was she overjoyed or should she lament the loss for Morris and his parents? She drew in a shaky breath when slowly the feeling sank in her. She curled her arms around her husband. 

"Are you feeling bad about it?" she asked. 

"No…" came a reply. 

She realized that he wanted to feel remorse, but that never came, not in any of them. 

"How did you find him?" she asked in a shaky voice. "He wasn't in the pack." 

"He was with the rogues," he replied, his tone was if carried over the gravels and full of disbelief.

"Rogues?" Olivia's fists curled in anger. "That traitorous son of a bitch!" 

Kaizan exhaled heavily. He didn't want to tell her what Lucas said to him about her, but whatever he said made his body tremble. 'I will throw her to the rogues to fuck her.' He kissed her on the top of her head and then hugged her tighter. "I didn't like what he said…" he murmured. 

Olivia pulled out of his embrace and then craned her neck to look in his warm hazel eyes. If Kaizan had killed Lucas at what he said, then it must be something just horrible. She was with her husband. "I don't care what he said, Kaizan," she replied with confidence and pride in her eyes. "I care about how you handled the situation. If the bastard was with the rogues, then he deserved to die." 

Kaizan tilted his head as he stared at his wife. The worries that marred his chest, ebbed a little. His instincts to protect her were at an all-time high and if he hadn't come out of the scene of fight, he would have gone to the forests and fished out every rogue and killed him or her. "I had to ensure that you are safe." 

"And I am glad for that Kaizan," said Olivia. She held his hand and took it to her tummy. "We have a babe coming soon and we both have to protect it." 

He closed his eyes as he sucked in a deep breath. He couldn't hear anything, but just the feel of his wife pregnant with his child was exquisite. He rested his forehead against hers in gratitude. 

"Lucas got what he deserved," she said. "If he was with the rogues, then I am sure more than you it was Morris who was shocked." 

"Yes, Morris was… mortified. Brother trying to kill brother…"

Olivia held his hand and took him to the bathroom chamber. "Don't think about it anymore. Lucas was just one of the pests that had to be eliminated," she said. Somehow, she was feeling lighter. Or was it that her hatred had suddenly vanished from her heart making her feel better? "You did what you had to, and I am very proud of you." She removed his bloodied tunic and tossed it aside. Then she started unbuttoning his pants. "And…" she said as she opened the last one of it, "I know that I should feel some grief, but it isn't there." She had started to run hot water in the tub. 

Her husband stood tall and naked in front of her—battle tired. She touched the skin of his chest and trailed her hand on the contours of every angle. His breathing became ragged, his neck corded with tension. His heated gaze met hers. She pulled him to the tub and made him sit. She sat on the edge of the tub as he spread his legs inside hot, steaming water and rested his head at the back. She poured in soapy lotions in the water and mixed them gently. Pulling out a fresh linen from the bottom shelves of the counter, she dunked it in water and started washing away Kaizan's skin. He closed his eyes, savoring the contact. Slowly, in lazy circles, Olivia washed away all the blood. His shaft had shot north but now was not the time for her to get in the tub, naked. So, she held it and stroked it gently. She bent down in the tub and sucked it a little. He bucked his hips for her to take more, but she removed her lips and helped him to release his steam by stroking his shaft and pressing his balls. 

Later she dried him with a fresh, fluffy towel and then took him to the bed, not allowing him to wear anything. Olivia took her clothes out, and slipped beside him, naked. He spooned her, buried his face in the crook of her neck and then went off to sleep. 

Next day when Vaarin came to know about the whole ruckus and how Kaizan ended up killing Lucas, he was filled with rage. He increased security at the perimeter and asked Kaizan to extend more help to his pack. 

"I can leave the Mozias here, if you are okay with it. And once I reach the capital, I will send more backup," Kaizan replied. "I think the time is ripe to get wizards and witches to the pack," Kaizan replied. 

"Yes," replied Vaarin. "I don't have that many people left in the pack and I am afraid that we are outnumbered by the rogues at this point of time. It would be nice if King Dmitri can spare us some of his soldiers." 

"I am sure he can. It's just that the queen never wanted the wizards to interfere in the battles," said Kaizan. "She is afraid that their magic could cause more damage that she anticipates." 

"Then please send your special people only. And I have heard that Mozias are the best at it." 

"They are," Kaizan said and he had the right man in his mind—Guarhal. 

For the rest of the day, as Vaarin became busy with the pack's everyday work, Kaia spent time with Olivia. She was knitting socks for her grandchild and was trying to teach Olivia how to knit. The girl just didn't have the knack for it. The worst part was that her husband said that everything can be bought, then why waste time on something as mundane as that. Olivia's cheeks flamed red because she knew what the wolf meant. 

They left for the capital the next day with Olivia having an extra chest of clothes that belonged only to her baby. The journey back to Silver Vales was once again without any problem since the wizards and witches hovered over the cavalcade at all times. 

When Olivia reached home in the morning of the next day, Ookashi fussed all over her. She had taken her to her bedchamber and made her rest in front of her eyes so that Kaizan didn't interrupt. Kaizan lingered around the room, coming in and out of it, impatient as hell to get his wife back to his room. But his mother— gods, damn it! She was overprotective about her yet-to-be-born grandchild. What about him? He acted like a petulant child at every opportunity. 

Finally, at night he could take her back to his bedchamber.