Alpha Princess's Possessive Mate

Chapter 89 - Curiosities And Resolves

I breathed heavily with rage filling my body, but I did not want to cross the line with Fang. He let go of my hands that were held behind me and, holding me by my waist, gently brought me down from the balustrade. My hands went ahead to correct my dress and my eyes lowered, not wanting to watch into Fang's dark eyes that blazed fire seconds back. 

My mind was working slower now and all the emotional turmoil I had about my mother, which was later directed towards Fang today, was calm now. My emotions had come out wrong with Fang vexing me, and my werewolf did the rest to get my blood infuriated.

We heard the sound of a carriage entering the castle grounds, and I snapped my head to see the royal carriage entering the gates at a distance. 

I wasn't panicking that my mother would find me still lurking in the castle, but I wanted to leave to avoid the drama that would follow. My eyes went to look at Fang's, and I wasn't expecting him to be looking at me. His dark eyes were intently taking in my every little change of expression. I averted my eyes almost as soon as I met his eyes. He hadn't exactly scared me. My weakness as compared to him made it hard to face him. 

But there was a question that was now burning in my mind. In the previous heat of the moment, I hadn't asked. I gulped, looking away from him, "What revenge do you hold against the king and the queen?" 

There was only silence that followed, and it made my gaze shift to look at Fang. He was now looking towards the royal carriage and did not turn towards me. My brows creased on thinking, was this the wrong time to ask or was Fang thinking on some price to take from me to answer this question. My eyes looked at where he was looking nonchalantly and saw the royal carriage stop in front of the main castle doors. 

Even though I wanted the answers from Fang, getting out of here before the queen sniffs me was important. "I think I should leave," I said, to not receive any reaction from Fang. "My mother won't be pleased to see me here," I explained.

But Fang said nothing, like he was still burying the emotions that had surfaced in him. Extreme emotions were something no werewolf processed well. We were hot-blooded creatures and anger was the first answer that came to the mind of our werewolf part whenever there was turmoil built inside us. 

I turned around apprehensively, and then slowly stepped away from where Fang stood. 

"There are very few people I treasure," Fang said, and it had me stop in my tracks. Not understanding what he was trying to mean by that, I turned to see his back facing me. The side of his face held a passive expression as he saw the queen get down from the carriage. Fang continued, not breaking his eyes away from the couple who held the crown of this kingdom, "and if anyone harms my people, then I make sure the person either suffers or dies the same way that my person died."

His words held so much mystery, and yet it was not tough to guess from his tone that my parent might have killed someone dear to Fang. The pain in his voice was missing, which was probably because it was a very old wound he carried.

Fang's lips twisted, reading my thoughts. "Revenge is a dish best served cold, little one," he said, and this had me worried.

If his mischievous side was surfacing again, then he would surely put some price up for my curiosity. 

From the balcony, I watched my mother and father make their way towards the castle and there was not much time I had left. Fang had not exactly answered my question and there was much more to ask, but this was not the right time. "I should take my leave"

"Take my carriage," Fang finally turned to me, holding a passive expression, "the coachman will drop you at the same place" 

"Thank you," I said, not knowing how else to end the conversation. Turning on my heels, I ran down the stairs and took a different route, away from the main hall where the king and the queen had just entered. Even if I was in dungeons for 14 years, I had roamed the castle grounds as a child. Finding the east gates, I saw the open patio which led to the parking area. 

Walking through the many other parked carriages and a few cars that my father owned as showpieces, I finally spotted the blue carriage with two black horses.

The coachman was already standing by the carriage door, as if waiting for me. Fang must have called him to inform. He opened the door for me and I entered hastily. The hooded robe which I had used to cover myself while leaving the village was still inside and I slipped it on, just in case someone saw me inside the carriage as we left. 

The clicking of the horse's feet against the cobblestone road increased as the carriage slowly sped while exiting the castle gates.

I turned behind to watch from the back window to see the cursed castle and my eyes caught sight of Fang still on the corner balcony, looking at the carriage going further away from him. I turned back in a comfortable position and there was a weight on my chest that had formed after tonight. There was truly a lot I had not seen with the courtly affairs, but it wasn't something odd that the crown killed people. 

My father was a sensitive man, so it was hard to believe he did it on purpose to anyone, but my mother was a heartless woman. There was a burning question of had my mother killed or hurt someone that was precious to Fang?

So much curiosity weaved through my thoughts about Fang, but that was not a reason for me to get involved with him.

The reasons for his revenge were only presented vaguely to me and it might have created an understanding corner in my heart for Fang that maybe he was this way because of some past that had conspired, but the truth was still missing. It would have been easier to ask and converse if it was someone else, but with Fang, it always held a possibility of paying a price, along with distrust.

I tsked, remembering how he had almost pushed me off the balcony and wished to claim me. The rage in my eyes returned and my hands turned into a fist.

There was a fire that blazed in me and it knew only one thing, to focus rather on distancing away from Fang than getting more and more curious about him. I was going to dedicate my time all towards my mission and end the feud as soon as possible. This way I would have completed that one condition my Vampire father-in-law put, for me to do something a queen should be capable of doing and get ready for my wedding.

Fang had his own plans. That was to make me his. Then I had my own plans to go away from him and, in a way that he regretted his decisions.