Chapter 167: Chapter 167

“It hurts. It hurts a lot.” I grabbed my chest and bemoaned while whimpering in pain.

Somehow, the closer we got to the power axis pack, the more intense the pain coursing through me, and now that our plane was at the power axis pack borders, the pain coursing over me was overwhelming.

Despite my mates attempting to calm me down, I kept thrashing in their hands and fighting to escape.

It hurts. It hurt so much. It felt as if a part of me was being sliced apart slowly with every one of the wounds coated with something painful, making it burn.

Not even the torture I went through in Alpha Henry's heart hurt as much as this.

“What do we do?” I heard Rex's originally calm voice shake; his hand that held me trembled.

“It appears that the power axis pack is causing Filippa’s current pain. Right now we can't bring her away even if we want to. We can only make her face it.” Even though Wyatt's voice was as calm as it has always been, one won't fail to discover the shakiness in his tone.

Wyatt's hand landed on me, and he gently kneaded my head while Oswald purred for me. “We are here,” Oswald suddenly said.

Immediately, Oswald grabbed me and lifted me in bridal style.

Although I tried to break free from Oswald, he growled at me using his alpha-dominating tone.

Even if I wanted to escape badly from the power axis pack, I could only submit to Oswald while whimpering in his hands.

The moment we stepped into the power axis pack, even though my eyes weren’t open as a result of the pain coursing through me, I could perceive the thick scent of blood, gunshot, the clashing of fighting equipment, etc.

And being unable to know if the power axis pack was having the upper hand or not made my heart itch in anxiety.

Just as I was about to gain a leash on me, the pain that was coursing through me suddenly intensified, and then I discovered something…

My mate is hurt. My mate is…

The faint and almost dissipating sandalwood scent that hit my nose made me freeze. “Mate. Asher…” Asher is my mate and…

“Something is wrong with Asher.” Oswald suddenly declared, his voice laced with coldness, fury, pain, and sadness.

Hearing Oswald’s confirmation made it feel as if I was stabbed deeply in the heart, making me uncomfortable.

Asher. It's Asher. Asher is my mate.

How could I be stupid? How could I ignore all the signs? It has been apparent since the beginning. The connections we had, my heart beating for him…

Goddess! Nothing should happen to Asher. Or else I'll be unable to live with myself. Tears trickled past my eyes, and my body coursed with weakness.

Oswald increased his pace and ran deeper into the power axis pack. With every step Oswald took, the thicker the blood scent

I squinted my eyes and tried to take a glance at the power axis pack's current state, and all I could think of was a word: miserable!

We seem to have eaten a deep loss.

Despite the chaos, I knew Rex and Wyatt were following the original plans we constructed on the plane.

While returning, Wyatt, Rex, Oswald, and I used our spare time to unite and train the Red Flame pack members.

Now that the power axis pack was being attacked by the witch tribe, we needed all the support that we could get, and utilizing the red flame pack members' power would also help a lot.

Even though it was just two days of training, there were drastic changes and big progress among the Red Flame pack members. It can be said that the unruly and disunited dead atmosphere of the red flame pack had disappeared…

My pervading thoughts dissipated, and I could hear my heart breaking, my whole system shutting down upon seeing a stabbed Asher lying on the battlefield… his chest ceased moving, and his heart already stopped beating.

Even though I knew we were currently on the battle floor, I was unable to focus on others. My body stiffened, and it was as if my heart had broken into pieces.

All I could just focus on was Asher. Asher. My teary and stunned eyes landed on Asher, and I quickly got down from Oswald’s hand.

My legs staggered toward Asher. Right then the world seemed to be blank, and it felt as if it were just the both of us.

Just me and Asher. Just me and Asher’s stiffened body. Just… “No. No. No!” I bemoaned in a roar and sped to Asher's body, my heart pounding and my hands and body shaking.

I extended my shaky hands to touch Asher and pat Asher frantically while shaking my head fiercely. Tears poured down my eyes like broken strings. “Asher. You can't. Asher. Wake up. Open your eyes to look at me. We haven’t finished training yet. You have yet to make me a badass fighter. So you can't. You can't die on me. Asher, we haven't done anything together. You can’t die on me. Asher…” I broke into a loud cry and placed my face on his chest while sobbing extremely.

I extended my shaky hands and tried hard to use my healing power on Asher, but somehow Asher wouldn’t stir a beat; his body wouldn't accept my healing power.

My mind was spinning crazily, and my system was shutting off at the realization that I had just lost Asher. I had just lost him. “Asher, you can't do this. You can't do this to us. Oswald. Asher is not moving. Wake Asher up…”

Amidst my endless frantic attempts and cries, Lorelei suddenly chuckled and leaned against a tree. She smirked and blew nonexistent dirt off her fingers. “Want to wake him up? Want to find your identity? Bullshit!” Lorelei calmly pronounces.

Suddenly, Lorelei chuckled, and she clapped as if she had just recalled something. “Shall I tell you a story? Once upon a time, there were four proud and talented children in the world.

Everyone revered and worshipped these talented children. These children included the Lycan prince, the vampire prince, and finally my twin and I, the witch princess.

Millennia ago, all the tribes saw eye to eye; they lived happily and interacted with each other.

All my life, my goal was simple, and all I ever wished for was to end with the lycan prince, my crush. But…” Lorelei's expression turned cold, and she gnashed her teeth together, her eyes filled with loathing and her voice sharp.

“All because of my cruel and greedy sister, all my dreams were crushed and my hopes were extinguished.

Not only did that slut end up with the vampire king, her crush, she was also mates with the lycan king, my man. She’s just greedy.

Very greedy. Exactly just like you.” Immediately, Lorelei pinned dagger-like glares at me.

“The three of them created their world and got to enjoy a happy ever after. Without caring about me!

What about me? Huh? What about me?

So what if she was sorry? So what if she’s filled with remorse; could it take away the hurt that I felt? Could it return my man?

What does she expect me to do? To settle with others? To settle for less? To settle with a lesser creature who’s not worthy of a noble and talented princess like me?

So what if I am a mate with another man? No one can be like him. Like my man. Like the man of my dreams.” She paused and wrapped her hands around her shoulder with a fond and longing expression.

Suddenly, Lorelei's expression turned sharp, and her face turned cold.

“So I ruined them. Haha. Not only did I cause chaos and tear their loving and unified kingdom apart, but I also let them die of depression, poison, and pain. Haha. One by one I made her miscarry and even kidnap her child before sending the corpse to them while feigning sweetness to them.

So what if they get to enjoy sweet moments with each other? In the end, they end up miserable. If she had never messed with my man, they'd never have ended up so miserable. And we'll live so happily.”