A Mate For The Last Lycan-Chapter 212: THE PRICE TO BE PAID

Nycta was young to go into labor, but it didn’t mean, she wouldn’t survive this, but this baby was important for Dacre, since it was the last piece of Killian, but then... no matter what, Nycta was his mate.

He held a union between them, swore in front of the moon goddess. They held a sacred ceremony. He marked her, he mated her. He was the first, who touched her and she was willing to carry someone else’s child.

She was also important.

However, her situation didn’t look good. Dacre had seen this once in Rimera’s last moment when she gave birth to their last child. She died along with the baby.

"Get the baby out... it’s hurt..." Nycta whimpered, she was no longer crying because she was too exhausted. She was in so much pain, she couldn’t utter a coherent word. Her consciousness was slipping in and out from her and this was dangerous. She shouldn’t fall asleep during the labor.

Dacre had to slap her awake a few times.

"Wake up. Don’t fall asleep. You can do this." Dacre squeezed her hand, patted her cheeks and shouted order to the useless healers, who couldn’t help his mate. He was enraged of their incompetency. He had sheltered quacks, as they couldn’t do anything to help his mate and the baby.

The tension was so high, it was suffocating. Nycta was losing so much blood, the room filled with this metallic scent. Everyone looked scared, even the head of the healer.

Even so, the baby still refused to come out and the king became even more livid. Dacre could feel Nycta was slipping away from him.

No. He was not going to bury his mate in consecutive year.

"Please, wake up..." Dacre’s voice would turn gentle when he talked to Nycta. He held her against his chest, rocking her body.

And when all the hopes looked like it had disappeared, Rose came, she asked for an audience with the king. Dacre had banned her from coming to the palace when she failed again and again to ask for his father to send warriors that he promised.

The answer would be so ridiculous and Dacre was on his last straw of giving a death sentence to her.

But right now, she insisted an audience with the king, as she said she had an important thing to tell him and this might save Nycta and the baby.

Dacre didn’t want to leave Nycta, as she was still drifting between her conscious and unconscious state, the healer was trying so hard to keep her alive.

"Take her to the next room," Dacre finally said, granted Rose an access to enter the palace again. "I will come back," he murmured against her forehead, kissing her cheek and then stood up to meet with Rose.

Someone took her inside the room and Dacre told the warrior to leave, leaving the two of them alone.

"Get straight to the point," Dacre said in impatient tone. He was not going to spare his precious second with this woman when his mate needed him. He only agreed to meet with Rose because she said, she knew how to help with Nycta’s condition. How to help the baby and the mother.

Rose was about to greet him and started with pleasantries, like she usually did, but seeing the anger in the king’s eyes, she swallowed back the sentences that she had prepared.

"I know that you are enraged with me and Wolfdale kingdom because my father went back on his word to send the warrior, but please, trust me that my father is still working on sending the troops."

"The troops will be here already if he intended to do so, now if the first thing that came out of your mouth is not a way of how to save my mate and my child, I am going to put you in a dungeon, you can rot there for all I care."

Rose was shocked, but when she spoke again her voice was calm. "I can’t force my father to quicken the sending of the back up, but I can help you with another way."

"What? Spreading another rumor?" Dacre snickered. The rumor that Rose spread about the lycan didn’t hurt them in the slightest, it only became annoyance and as time went by, it felt like Khaos mocked him instead for resulting to such silly method to take him down. "Guard! Take her to the dungeon!"

Dacre had said, if she was not going to talk straight to the point, he was going to lock her up.

"Black magic!" Rose shouted the words, as two guards entered the room and was about to escort her out. "You can save her with black magic! You can fight Khaos’s black magic users with the same force!"

Dacre tilted his head, considering what she said and then waved his hand to the guards for them to retreat.

"Explain."

And Rose started with her boring story about a family in Wolfdale kingdom. It was a family of shifter and magic user. Some of their member was shifter and the rest was magic users and she got her hand on them.

"They are here. I can bring them here and they can help you to defeat alpha Khaos and help with the labor."

"What they can do?" Dacre looked at her incredulously.

"What do you think a magic user can do? You have seen how alpha Khaos tore your cities easily with his black magic users, right? They can do the same thing."

Dacre gritted his teeth. "If you have such resource, you should have proposed this since the beginning!" He was livid now. His kingdom was on the brink of its destruction and she held back an important resource.

"I have been working on it, because that family is under my father’s influence. I don’t want to give you false hope, my king." Rose then added hesitantly. "But, there is price to be paid for that."