Female Novel
Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Bjorn knew that the moment his healing was done, he would pursue Savvy, overpower her, to try toknock her out and bring her back. The silly girl used her third form, and he knew that she couldn’t controlit. Knocking her out would be the one and only chance to bring her back from this. If she stayed in herRoyal Lycan form for too long, he would lose her. He couldn’t lose her! She was all he had,
and now his head was spinning with ideas of how to get her back. There had to be a way!
Once again, he regretted pushing her too far too fast, but at the same time, he also regretted not markingher at once. If he hadn’t taken pity on her situation and just went with it, she would still be healing and inhis full grasp. These were selfish thoughts. The thoughts contradicted each other, and, in all honesty, hedidn’t know what he should have done. How he should have handled her, but he knew
now that what he chose to do was wrong.
One thing was for sure; he shouldn’t have believed in what was too good to be true. She played on hisdesire to be accepted and
used his one and only weakness.
His wound still hadn’t fully healed, but he heard several loud roars coming from the main square thatmade him fear for her life.
“Don’t… kill,” his voice gurgled through his chest as he clenched his neck. The long cut on his chestdidn’t bother him much, but the neck wound was still dangerously painful.
Joran followed him with his gaze in silence, and only a few warriors stayed by his side for protection,none of them dared to offer
him help, knowing that he’d rather end them than acknowledge this humiliation. He never forgavehumiliation… until now.
Savvy humiliated him more than anyone else in his entire life. Only Castiel’s father could possiblycompare to what she did to him
tonight. Yet… he… had already forgiven her. He knew that he’d have to punish her, lock her away, keepher far away from everyone, but
he wouldn’t kill her, and he wouldn’t reject her. She could do anything to him, and the result would be thesame. He needed her.
A growl escaped him at the realisation.
“She is long gone,” Jor commented, gulping the rest of his wine and throwing away the glass angrily. Hislips were pressed into a
thin white line now, and Bjorn didn’t know what to make out of it all.
“You could have helped!” the White Bear King snapped.
“Not in this case,” the Serpent scowled, turning away as if he was keeping more secrets from him.Secrets, secrets, secrets. Everyone
had secrets, and Bjorn had had enough of all this.
He kicked a jug that was on the floor right next to him, and a menacing growl escaped his chest as hepushed himself to restore, the
acceleration clouding his mind temporarily.
He heard the despair of his men in their mindlink. He felt them dying one by one, knowing that it wasSavannah’s doing.
“Just kill the b***h!” One of his warriors growled. “Or she is going to kill us all!”
A wave of panic rippled through him.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t let anyone hurt her. If his men killed her, they were as good as dead.
“Bring her back alive!” He snarled at them in his mind and ran. Ran, ran, ran to where he felt her. Thoughthoughts of the many
punishments he could inflict on her for what she did today were flashing before his eyes, he knew thatthe main goal was to protect her.
In a way, he would always be protecting her. Why couldn’t she see that and accept him? Her first matewas dead, Kai was dead, her whole
family was dead. He was all she had, too.
The sight in the square startled him for an instance. So many bodies… He’d lost so many men!
But that wasn’t important now. All he wanted was to save her, to get her back. He would do everythingdifferently now, he would not
underestimate her again.
He raced through the woods in his human form. That let him use some narrow paths a bear wouldn’t beable to. He ran without
thinking twice, using his instincts to reach her.
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A great idea suddenly came to his mind. Poison! He could tell people that she was poisoned, and thatwas why she did all these
things today. It wasn’t the most believable version in the world, but it could work if he could scare peopleenough to support his claim.
He would have to lock her in the highest tower and keep her there for a year or two for safety reasons,but… at least they could still be together.
Finally, her delicious scent reached his nostrils, and he breathed out in relief, knowing that she was alive.The stench of blood let
him know that his warriors probably weren’t…
But he could live with that. Losing Savannah would have been unbearable.
However, he soon smelled something else. A familiar scent but with new notes.
Only that couldn’t be… He was dead. He had to be dead! Bjorn personally pierced his heart with thatspear to ensure a situation like
this would never happen.
And yet the Northern Lycan King stood before his eyes, holding his mate. Savannah wept in his arms,and then he claimed Bjorn’s mate’s lips.
It was worse than when she stabbed him with a dagger, it was worse than when he found out his firstmate was sleeping with his
father. Why did it hurt so much?
Bjorn had to lean against a tree, his elongated claws digging into the bark as he did his best not to givehimself away. Why was life so
unfair to him? He did everything he could to survive, he did everything he could to get his mate to accepthis mark, he did everything by
the book! He was told not to face Kai in battle, and he never did! And he managed to win! The victorywas clear; it was his and he had
worked for it for so long! His plan was perfect! He had thought about everything! Why! Why did it have tobe this way?!
A roar of pain and despair escaped his chest against his control, it was the cry of a warrior, the scream ofa betrayed lover and a
warning to the ones who hurt him.
He saw how Savannah flinched in the Lycan King’s arms, how the man he hated so much moved hismate behind his back, trying to
protect her from him. Him! They must have been joking!
The rage overwhelmed him, and as if he was an impulsive teen, he shifted uncontrollably and charged athis enemy. All the years of restraining himself were now gone. He did everything as he was told, plannedeverything meticulously, he kept away from Kai because of
that prophecy, and this was what he got?!
Bjorn didn’t care anymore. He was going to kill the Lycan King today, once and for all. He would be moreclever this time and tear
Kai’s body into pieces, then he would burn them and scatter the ashes in different parts of the world justto make sure that he would
never ever come back and disturb his happiness again.
Blood. He wanted his blood as payment for all the pain and humiliation.
Savannah screamed when Kai gently pushed her back, and then he was gone in an instant, turning intosomething completely else.
Bjorn’s fierce attack was met by a creature no one had ever seen before. The place where they clashedwas covered with frost in mere
seconds, making the Princess gasp. She still did not know what was going on, and in all honesty, she didnot care how Kai came back. She was genuinely happy to just see him, happy that they had anotherchance. But now she was asking herself, what did he go through to get
back to her? What happened to him? What had been done to him?
Teeth, claws, blood, growls and roars; they hated each other so much that neither of them cared aboutanything else anymore. They both equally wanted the other dead and were ready to sacrifice almostanything to achieve this.
Bjorn saw what was before him. He knew that he didn’t have to fight just a Royal Lycan anymore. Thecreature that fought against him was so much more than that, but it wasn’t stopping the bear from tryingto kill him. The wolf threw him and made him crash against a tree, breaking the ancient pine in half, chipsflying in all directions. But the anger and hate were his fuel now, so Bjorn was back on his feet in notime.
He took in the beast before him and noticed how the ice on his back and neck was growing taller by theminute. The white bear charged at him again, knowing that his best chance was a surprise attack. He
would aim for the neck and the belly, the parts where he could make a fatal blow. Luckily, regular bears‘jaws were strong enough to make deadly bites. Bjorn, however, was no regular bear. He was the WhiteBear King of the North, a royal in his own right, a bear blessed by a God, invincible, unstoppable anddeadly. And he was
going to win this.
He was still running when he saw a myriad of ice needles flying in his direction. He did not avert his eyesor cover himself, so the
little sharp blades went through his skin and fur. That stopped him as he had to brush them off, get themout of his eyes and nose and
other sensitive areas.
But Kai did not plan to wait. Amarok was a legend for a reason, and he fully planned on using his newadvantages to destroy the man who had hurt his mate and tried to break them apart. Kai had hatred inhis heart, too. Not only was Bjorn responsible for their suffering and separation, for murdering him, fortrying to claim Savannah as his own, but he even ruined the sweet moment they had been sharing justnow. Savvy did not deserve to have this man coming back for her again and again and again. He did notwant her to have to live
always looking over her shoulder, thinking if that damn bear would be back. He wanted her to be happyand safe, and for that, he had to
kill Bjorn.
The bear got rid of the needles too quickly, but Kai was already there, piercing his side with the icespikes and escaping before Bjorn
could even turn in his direction. The bear let out a menacing roar from the pain, fury, and frustration thatechoed through the dark
woods and then he lashed out at his rival. His attack was brutal; he wasn’t wasting a second of his time,each move calculated but at the
same time filled with agony. A battle of hateful passion and contradictions. However, Amarokmanoeuvred easily, escaping each
time.
Both blessed by the gods, they were equals, but somehow Kai’s technique was better. He wasexhausting the bear and using his own
anger against him. The Lycan King wanted to pounce on Bjorn and end him quickly, but unlike Bjorn,who was desperate and tried to kill
him at all costs, Kai knew that he had to take his time. Savannah was watching and wounded and if helost, she would have to go through
hell again fighting for her life. He needed to get her to a healer, and although this way took longer, it wasthe one that was going to bring
him victory. Bjorn was sloppy, and soon he made a mistake that opened up access to his neck and madehim vulnerable. Amarok did not
waste his opportunity and sunk his ice–cold canines in, feeling how the warm blood of his enemy filledhis mouth and trickled down both
their furs. He closed his jaws, and then, remembering everything the damn bear put them through, heripped his flesh out, causing a
mortal wound.
Bjorn did not expect this. The words of the prophecy sounded over and over in his head. Never meet theLycan King of the North in
battle; never fight him with your own hands.
He should have listened.
Bjorn fell to the frost–covered grass, its coolness his only consolation. A pool of blood was formingaround him, but all he saw was Amarok shifting back to his human form and running towards his mate.Bjorn’s mate. He could still smell her intoxicating bluebell scent, and although it pained him to see herwrapping her arms around his mortal enemy, a part of him was happy that at least her scent. envelopedhim in his final moments. For a moment there, his eyes locked with Savannah’s, and hope took over hisheart once again. But Kai had already shifted back into a giant wolf and lowered himself so thatSavannah could climb on his back, and they could escape,
leaving him behind as if he was nothing to her.
If Bjorn could chuckle now, he would. His destiny was cruel, after all. The last thing he would ever seewould be his mate on his
enemy’s back.
The two lycans were gone, and Bjorn lay on the ground in his human form now, foraging for when deathwould come for him. Soon he heard footsteps somewhere in the distance and hoped that his time hadcome. However, he had to frown when he saw Joran towering
over him.
“Go away!” the bear spat blood. The deity was the last person he wanted to see now. At least he wantedto die in peace. Maybe he deserved at least that much.
“How can I leave you?” Joran knelt next to him on the cold ground. “I have known you since you were alittle boy,” he confessed with a smile. “I saw potential in you, and I believed in you. I have spent yearshelping you. I placed my bet on you and I can’t see you lose.
This was unexpected. Bjorn always thought that they had a business relationship.
“We only made a few deals,” he recalled and noticed a sad smile curling the Serpent’s lips.Unreasonably, he wanted to anger the almighty snake. “You and your butterflies!”
“Dragonflies,” Jor corrected dryly, looking at the sky as if he was contemplating something. “They aredragonflies.”
“Anyway, I only saw you caring about them,” Bjorn scoffed bitterly in a broken voice.
“Just one of them,” Joran admitted. “The one that went missing after a mission I gave her because ofyou.” novelbin
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The White Bear King did not care much anymore. He felt life slip away from him. A minute or two and itwould be over…
“We have been overplayed,” Joran informed him in a low voice and placed a hand on his chest.Something changed immediately,
and Bjorn coughed, blood spluttering from his wounds. However, he could feel how his healing wasaccelerated drastically, and his cells
were restoring themselves like crazy. He did not expect it and his eye darted to the Serpent, whose lipstwitched as if he was about to
smile.
“I told you I care about you,” he repeated his words to Bjorn. “What happened today was not fair. Shewas your mate, you were both
each other’s second chances. The two of you could have been happy together, and honestly, in thecastle, I couldn’t understand what was
wrong with her, why couldn’t she react the way she was supposed to… After what I saw right now…Darius, now I know. And I am so
sorry!”
Bjorn’s brows quirked up, “Wh–what are you talking about? What is wrong with Savvy?”
“I probably chose the wrong words,” Jor took his hand away, knowing that the bear would be restored inminutes on his own now.
He had already dragged him out from the other side. “She is that mutt’s mate now,” he corrected himself,“but this is a forced bond. It
shouldn’t be there.”
Bjorn’s claws grew out again, and he grasped the soil underneath him in a new fit of raw fury. A forcedbond! He knew it! He knew
that Savannah was his. She was just… mistaken.
“How?” he groaned, trying to get up despite the waves of pain rippling through him.
“My brother,” Joran replied, scowling and gave Bjorn his hand, helping him up. “Fenrir.”
The sounds of thunder emerged around them as the name of the Alpha God sounded. Bjorn suspectedmany things, he knew that
he had been dealing with a deity, and for a while, he suspected who the serpent really was. But it wasone thing to suspect, and it was
another thing to actually know.
And now this… the whole North worshipped Fenrir. Almost every shrine in these lands was built inhonour of its patron.
“Why would Fenrir do this?” he asked as the first shock wave subsided. “Why would he take my mateaway from me?”
“This is probably my fault,” Joran let out a pained sigh. “We destroyed the old order together, but manythings have happened since
then. It’s very different now, and I think that Fenrir is against me now. And you, Darius, you’re a messageto me. He is showing me what he
can do, provoking me, knowing that I care about you.”
“He clearly overestimates our relationship,” Bjorn seemed angry. It wasn’t fair that he got in the middle ofsome divine war. The
hatred for the wolf God was growing in his heart rapidly. He finally knew whom to blame.
“He does not,” the Serpent looked around. “Years ago, I chose you, Darius Bjorn, as my champion. Ihave been looking for one for
many years and saw potential in you. When you came back from the foxes without an eye but still aliveand still willing to fight, I knew
that you had what it takes. I trusted you many times, and I never made it easy for you. I did not want youto like me, I wanted you to be
worthy. And I found out quite some time ago that you are worthy. I made the right choice, and I neverregretted it, not once! Look how far
you’ve come with just a little bit of my help.”
“You’re not seriously thinking that I’m buying any of this,” the white bear did not seem impressed at all.“We only made a few deals,
and you treated me like sh*t most of the time.”
“! stayed by your side for years, boy,” .loran insisted, and something changed about his voice. It was nowdeeper and darker, nothing like the honey from before. “I did not want to simply give you things. You hadto earn them, to deserve them. And when I gave you your invincibility, I already decided that you weremy chosen one, my champion, the one who would rule not only the North but the whole MoonriseKingdom. It has been my dream for centuries to restore what my brother once destroyed, and I havenever been this close.
”
“In other words, you used me to fulfil your dream, and now I’m paying for it with my mate.” Bjorn closedhis eyes, trying to control
his breathing, but no matter how he looked at it, Jor was his only way to obtain what he wanted.
“Wasn’t this your dream too? To change the order of things, to unite the kingdoms and rule over them,forgetting about the wolves‘
supremacy?” the Serpent taunted. “Not to mention that you got your second chance thanks to me. Theyaren’t given to just anyone, you
know. I vouched for you.”
“And look where it got me!” Bjorn let out a laugh. It started like a little sound that rumbled through hischest, but in a matter of
seconds, he was laughing so hard that tears burned his eyes.
Why not laugh? After all, his life was a joke!
“So, you are happy to leave everything as it is, then?” Joran decided to clear the air between them atonce. “This is what you wish
for?”
The white bear did not reply, and the deity before him nodded silently.
“You’re tired of fighting,” he sighed. “I understand. So be it.”
He was about to leave when Bjorn’s laughter turned into a roar filled with so much rage that birds flewaway from the nearby trees,
trying to save themselves in horror. The roar soon turned into a call, a battle cry that every single warriorstationed in this part of the
North knew that the King was summoning them.
Bjorn was panting when he was done, but when he faced his patron, there was determination ripplingthrough his veins.
“Tell me one thing,” he chuckled darkly, “what will happen when Kai is dead again?”
“What do you mean?” Jor arched his brow, watching his champion with a newfound amusement.
“If I manage to kill him again and ensure he isn’t coming back this time, what will happen with- her?”
Bjorn met the Serpent’s gaze, and the deity understood where he was coming from.
“She is your mate before she is his, Darius,” Joran replied. “If her forced mate is dead, she will be backto being your second–chance
mate.”
“Will she feel it this time?” the bear wondered.
“That’s hard to tell now,” Joran rubbed the bridge of his nose. “This is an unusual situation, but I don’tsee why she wouldn’t feel it if
her current bond with Kai is broken.”
“Great!” Bjorn cleared his throat and then took a deep breath of the cold northern air. “I am tired offighting, but I will not let
anyone take what is mine anymore! Years of staying quiet, of plotting behind the scenes and hiding in thecatacombs, I am tired of all of this. This time… it’s going to be all or nothing!”
“I like your spirit,” a smirk spread over the Serpent’s face as he observed the one who was going to helphim with his revenge, “And this time, I will help you more than before. You have my word. After all, whosays I can have only one champion?”