Chapter 143 Echoes Of Broken Promises

Chapter 143 Echoes Of Broken Promises
Chapter 138

Vexhood's POV

The journey home felt like it would never end. Five long days of traveling from the distant land of Ravanta back to the Stormfang pack territory. Five days of rough path on the rocky roads and hills. Five days of cold nights, and barely any rest.

My feet hurt. My back ached. My legs felt like they were made of heavy stone instead of flesh and bone. Every muscle in my body screamed for sleep, for a soft bed, for just a moment of peace.

But I couldn't rest.

Not now.

Not after what Great Grandova had told me.

I moved to and fro across my bedroom. My boot made a soft click against the stone floor. Like a caged beast on it killing spree mode.

I brought my index finger to my mouth, bit the tip, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to feel something other than the fear growing in my chest.

The voice of Great Grandova kept playing over and over in my head like a nighmare that would not disappear from memory.

His resonating voice in my head. The way he had spurted it out, not warn me but to crush me. To make me realize that I was truly…

"The golden child is here... he is the one who will prepare you for the doomsday ahead."

"You must make sure the pup is not born..."

The words hit like hard punches launched against my lower abdomen. It kept replaying itself in my skull. They made my blood boiled.

I stopped pacing and pressed both hands against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut.

"How?" I whispered to the empty room. "How is this possible?"

Is Mila back?

The question made my stomach twist into knots. I had seen her die. I had made sure of it. Rosa had done exactly what I told her to do. Mila was supposed to be gone forever.

Dead people don't come back.

Do they?

I opened my eyes and stared at the wall, but I wasn't really seeing it. Instead, I saw Mila's face in my mind. Her gentle smile. Her kind eyes. The way she had trusted everyone, even when she shouldn't have.

Did the gods send her back?

The thought made me shiver even though the room wasn't cold. I wrapped my arms around myself and started pacing again, faster this time.

Are the gods angry with me and other group of elders? With Rosa? With everyone who hurt Mila?

Did they bring her spirit back to punish us? To make us suffer? To make us pay for what we did?

I shook my head hard, like I could shake the thoughts right out of my brain. "No. No, that's not possible. The gods don't work that way."

But even as I said it, I wasn't sure. How could I be sure of anything anymore?

I thought about all my plans. All the attacks I had carefully arranged against the Stormfang pack. All the different methods I had tried to use to hurt Alpha Jax, to weaken his pack, to take his power.

None of them had worked.

Every single plan had failed.

Every attack had been foiled both on the physical and spiritual front.

Every scheme had fallen apart.

I clenched my fists so tight that my fingernails dug into my palms. Could this be why? Could Mila's return, if she really had returned, be the reason nothing was working?

The questions kept coming, one after another, pounding against my chest like fists trying to break down a door. Each thought felt heavier than the last.

I could almost feel them physically hitting me. Making it hard to breathe. Making my heart beat too fast.

I walked over to my bed and sat down hard on the edge. The mattress squeaked under my weight. I put my elbows on my knees and dropped my head into my hands.

My body needed rest. After five days of traveling through rough terrain, sleeping on hard ground, eating barely enough food, my muscles were screaming at me to lie down. To close my eyes. To let sleep take me away from all these terrible thoughts.

But I couldn't.

Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Great Grandova's voice again.

"The coming of the golden child..."

Those words made my blood boil. Made anger rise up in my throat like hot bile.

The golden child.

I jumped up from the bed and started pacing again. My hands curled into fists at my sides.

"I killed Knox for this!" I said out loud to the empty room. My voice sounded harsh and desperate. "I eliminated Jax's father because of this prophecy!"

I remembered it so clearly, how it had been revealed to me many times in the past.

The day the goddess told me that through Catherine, Jax's mother, the golden child would be born. I got infuriated. That child would change everything. I became jealous. How come the gods didn't bring him to my bloodline.

The gods callously said my lineage is just king maker. To prepare and clear the way for this unborn child that would forever change the fortune of the stormfang pack.

I couldn't control the envy and the hate. I had to start clearing the roads to prevent the child from coming at all or through the royal blood line.

Then I had to strike Catherine with a deadly disease. I plotted against Mila to make it look like she was the one that had led to the death of Catherine, through wrong medication.

I didn't let that die down, I struck Knox too, her fated mate, Jax's father.

And it still wasn't enough.

I gripped my hair with both hands and pulled, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to feel real. To remind myself this wasn't a nightmare I could wake up from.

"I destroyed Mila!" My voice was getting louder now, more frantic. I didn't care if anyone heard me through the walls. "I used Rosa. I manipulated her. I made sure Mila would never give birth to that child with Alpha Jax!"

I had been so sure. So certain that I had stopped the prophecy.

Mila was dead. Knox was dead. The bloodline was broken.

The golden child couldn't be born.

Except... What if I was wrong?

What if the golden child was coming anyway?

What if all my killing, all my scheming, all my careful planning had been for nothing?

"This is completely unbelievable," I muttered, shaking my head over and over. "Unbelievable."

But I couldn't deny what Great Grandova had told me. He had never been wrong before. His vision and prophecy had always been on point.

If he said the golden pup is born, then is here.

Somewhere. Somehow.

I stopped in the middle of the room and looked at myself in the tall mirror that stood against the wall.

The person staring back at me looked tired. Dark circles hung under my eyes like bruises. My hair was messy, sticking up in different directions. My clothes were wrinkled and dirty from the trip to the land of Ravanta. Though my body desperately needs a bath, but , taking a bath is not what is bugging my mind right now.

My eyes widened apart. It looks dangerous like an untamed beast.

"It's time," I said to my reflection. My voice was quiet now, but hard as stone. "It's time to find her."

The reincarnated Mila. Whoever she was. Wherever she was hiding.

She had to be found.

And she had to be stopped.She had been stopped the first time,I promise to stop her again.

My body still aches. My muscles still screamed for rest. But I ignored them. I had ignored pains in my journey to Ravanta, days of being bitten by cold and moth.

With anger and purpose, I drifted away from the and approached the door. I yanked the door open so hard that it almost removed from it frame.

Then I looked around for a minute,

"You!" I shouted at one of my servants who was walking past in the hallway.

The young man jumped, his eyes going wide with fear. He immediately bowed his head. "Yes, my lord?"

I stepped closer to him, and he backed up a step. Good. He should be afraid.

"Go to the palace. Right now." My voice was sharp and cold. "Tell Queen Rosa that she must come see me before this day ends. Tell her it is not a request. It is a command."

The servant's hands started to shake. "A-and if she refuses, my lord?"

I leaned in closer, my eyes narrow. "Then tell her she will face the consequences. Tell her that it was not the last time that I played it easy with her. Tell her this would be her last stray. Tell her that I will not treat like a daughter, but like one of my defeated enemies… Tell her that she should face the repercussions of her rebellion.Do you understand?"

"Y…yes, my lord!" The servant paid homage, turned and practically ran down the hallway.

I watched him disappear from my presence as I got into the room with immense anger.

I approached the mirror, and my reflection stared back at me.

Right here from this sanctuary," I declared to myself softly, pointing my hand at the mirror like a deadly weapon. … And whatwver it takes me, I will fetch out this omega…”

I gritted my teeth and stepped closer. My hand clasped around the edge of the cold glass.

“...This omega who would dare to give birth to the golden child…”

My voice dropped to whisper. Full of intent and th
reat.

I will find you bloody omega and stop you…"

It was like the mirror didn't answer. Like I was just talking to myself. But only show my face twisted with anger and desperate purpose.