Chapter 141: Chapter 141
DAHLIA:
It has been three days since all of those tragedies had happened…
Three days, and yet everything still felt very hazy. How did it all turn into this?
I clasped my hand around my neck. Yes, the silver collar was still there… It means I did not dream of that day. They really did happen, right?
Three days ago I lost both my husband and my baby.
I put my hands against my belly. No, no, that’s not right… I didn’t lose my baby… He is still here… Or is he?...
Just then, someone tugged at the chain connected to the collar around my neck.
“She-wolf, we need to move quickly.”
I looked at the man before me. Have I seen him before? I don’t recognize his face…
It didn’t matter though. No matter who they were, they only ever wanted to hear one thing from me.
“Yes, master…”
That’s what they wanted – my complete and total surrender.
As the sun started to loom fiercely against the morning sky, I started to somehow remember what had happened three days ago.
I remembered the cave collapsing while Tristan and the king were in there. I tried to crawl back to get them, but Lord Irvan started to assault me fiercely while telling me that I must first learn how to beg.
Then it happened. I started to bleed.
I could still recall the wild palpitations in my chest. Was I going to lose my baby?
Just then, Samalah leaned down on me and put something in my mouth.
“Eat it,” she commanded me. There was a hard look on her face. She was also turning pale.
Since I didn’t know what it was, I tried spitting it out, but Samalah kept my mouth from opening with her hands.
“Eat it unless you really want to lose that thing!”
I swallowed the whole thing without even chewing.
“W-What is it,” I breathed in after I had regained my senses a bit.
“A dragon stone,” Samalah replied. For the first time, she didn’t look like she was pissed off at me.
Dragon stones, considered as a rarity among rarities, had the power to reverse any illness. Some say the Shadow Runes’ spirit stones had the origins from the Dragon stones, which may well be the ancestors of this pack.
Dragons live for hundreds of years, and they were the toughest clan to kill, so possessing a Dragon stone is like possessing the greatest power on earth.
I’m sure it had cost her more than mere fortunes to obtain a Dragon stone, so why did Samalah gave one to me?... Didn’t she hate me to the core?...
If it were really a Dragon stone, then my baby would be saved, right? Unless he had actually died before my body was able to absorb the magic of the stone, he is still with me, right?
On that day, despite consuming the Dragon stone, the blood didn’t stop gushing from my legs. It kept coming out of my body until I passed out.
The anxiety of not knowing whether my child was safe was killing me. I wanted to know how far my baby had been harmed. I wanted to know if my child survived that trauma…
Most of all, I wanted to recover Tristan’s body inside that cave.
At the thought of Tristan, my chest throbbed. I swallowed the lump of tears and worry that threatened to burst out of my system.
I could still remember the blade that passed through his body as Lord Irvan pierced his chest with a spear. It felt as something in me had died too…
Now after three days, I would wince at the fading mark of the silver wolf in my chest – the ultimate proof that my mate has already ceased to exist in this realm.
Why was fate this cruel to us? Had I known that it was going to be the last few days I would spend with Tristan, I would have been much gentler to him… I wouldn’t have wounded him deliberately by telling him that I had killed his mother…
Now it was too late. The only thing I could do now was to survive and hope that my child was still safe, and that Samalah did feed me a genuine Dragon stone.
Otherwise, I would eventually go crazy with the way things have turned out.
There was one thing that had happened positively though after the event had happened three days ago. My memories started coming back bit by bit during the night time.
I didn’t know how it came to be, but I started to remember who I was and how my childhood was like. I suspected that it was the effect of the Dragon stone. It had most likely healed my memories. It really was such a powerful artifact.
No matter how that came to be, the important thing was that I finally got a sense of how I ended up in this mess with Samalah.
I was sure now that the spirit stone had definitely chosen me as its owner. The moment I touched it, it had willingly incorporated itself in my body…
If Lord Irvan and his men would be able to successfully hand me over to the Apricusian king, I’m sure I’d really die if they try to extract the spirit stone within me.
There’s no other option left. The only thing I really have to do now was to escape.
The first thing that Lord Irvan had done when I had come to my senses was to put a silver chain around my neck. He knew I’d try to escape again, and he was right…
Despite the weakening of my body because of the grief and shock of losing Tristan and almost losing my baby and never knowing if he was really alright, I had one desire that was consuming my very being…
I had to escape from here, and I had to escape fast!
Just then, Lord Irvan pulled hard at the chain around my neck that I almost fell face first on the ground. Good thing that my arms had acted quickly, and I was able to just get scrapes on my knees as I was forced on all four by Lord Irvan’s tugging.
“Did I not tell you to move quickly, she-wolf? Do you want to take a beating again?”
“Lord Irvan, you must be tired… I’ll take her leash,” somebody intercepted.
I stood from the ground, and almost immediately, a slap landed on my face.
As expected, it was Samalah.
“Did you not hear the lord? Get up, Dahlia. Don’t cause anymore trouble than you already did!”
Despite those harsh words, I smiled.
To get out of this situation, I could only persuade one person to help me…
As incredulous as it may sound, that person was none other than Samalah.