Chapter 47 An unnecessary test
Amara POV
I bare my teeth. “No. You’re wrong.” Shaking my head, I find myself growing slightly lightheaded. He notices, and someone instantly brings me a glass of water.
A faint chuckle escapes him. “If I were wrong, little queen, you wouldn’t be here.”
The room holds its breath.
I lift the glass to my lips and drink, letting the cool liquid soothe my burning throat. I hadn’t realized just how thirsty I was, I guess.
He straightens, clasping his hands on his lap, and finally looks at Tomas.
“You may speak,” the master says.
Tomas inclines his head. “So what of the ruby?” he asks calmly. “The grimoire? They were meant to stay in her presence.”
“I know,” the master replies. “We will figure everything out. Don’t fret, Tomas.”
My head snaps toward Tomas despite myself. “You knew all of this,” I say, heat flooding my chest. “Why couldn’t you just tell me? It would’ve saved me a whole lot of questions and trouble.”
Tomas meets my gaze, unflinching. “I gave you a part of yourself in hopes you’d reconnect with it. Do you actually think you would have believed me if I had just told you? Especially with your Lycan mate beside you.”
The words land heavier than any blow.
No. He’s right too. I probably wouldn’t have believed a word he had to say.
“Enough,” the master says, waving a hand. “What matters is not the past, but what comes next.”
He turns back to me, black eyes intent.
“You are here because I wish to observe you,” he says.
“Observe me? You can’t just do that! I’m the queen of the werewolf kingdom. I have a mate. He’s probably on his way here now.” I say.
His smile returns, slow and dangerous.
“Then,” he says, “we have a problem.”
“Yeah, we do! You kidnapped me and told me a story and expect me just to believe everything you say?” I ask, fury filling my entire being.
“I expect you to be smart.” He says, slamming his hand on the armrest of his throne.
“I thought you were dead. The night I lost you both.. I found your mother all over the nursery, blood and guts everywhere.. her head.. laying in your unused crib. They ripped you right from her pregnant belly.. My family.. I lost everything all at once.”
I hadn’t heard my mother's name in so long. I almost hoped he would.
But all of this just leaves me with more questions.
All I know from my family history is my mom was mated to my.. ex father. But that can’t be right. You only get one mate. And From what I’ve heard, there was a pact between my mother’s pack and alpha Brock’s. They were promised to be alpha and Luna of blackwater. So maybe they really weren’t mates.
They had my brothers, then a few years later I came, and mom died. So when and how did any of this happen?
“You have no idea the immense power you hold, my dear daughter. When I heard news that a wolf had mated to the Lycan king, I was curious indeed.“ he says, pursing his lips together and nodding.
I guess it’s not too frowned upon though, seeing as werewolves and lycans are similar and have the same goddess. Since we are all of the same blood, turning into a Lycan would have been an easy change for me. But now I’m not so sure..
“Then the oracle showed me something. You. And I searched and searched until I found out it was actually YOU who mated the Lycan king.” He said, taking in a sip of blood. “Didn’t you ever wonder why you were so much faster and stronger than anyone around you? Why you didn’t look like that thief of an Alpha?” He questioned.
“Yes.. but I just always thought it’s because I was the dud of the family.”
“No, my dear. Far from it. Quite the opposite, actually.“
I let out a breath and closed my eyes. This is all a lot to take in. I’m not really sure how to handle it.
And goddess, what will Sebastian think? Everyone back home hates vampires. They’ll hate me. Sebastian will never keep a vampire mate. Never. I know it.
“There’s a lot more we need to talk about. But for now, it’s best you get some rest.“ he said.
I opened my eyes, “wait. I have a few more questions. Just quick before you chain me back in that room.” I say.
He nods, waving his hand for me to go on.
“Will you hurt my mate if he shows up looking for me? Can you let me contact him? Since you don’t seem to have the intent to kill me, that is.”
“I do not have the answer to the first one. No you may not contact anyone, not until I can trust you won’t try to kill me or flee.” He says.
“Why was I forced to drink blood? I have no desire for it.” I say, the urge to throw up burning the back of my throat.
“That was an unnecessary test. I wanted to see if you’d enjoy the taste or not.”
“The ruby. I noticed that not having it with me is a problem for you. What are you planning? I need your word that no one gets hurt.” I say, looking him in the eyes like I was staring into his soul. That is, If he even has one.
Leviath doesn’t answer.
His gaze lingers on mine, long enough that my skin prickles, like something unseen is brushing against my bones. Then he leans back in his throne, fingers tapping rhythmically, expression smoothing into something unreadable.
“Don’t worry, dear daughter,” he says calmly, “in due time you will have all the answers you seek.”
My chest tightens. “You can’t just say that and expect me to be fine with it.”
“I do not expect you to be fine,” he replies. “I expect you to rest.”
I take a step forward. “Promise me no one will get hurt.”
“I promise nothing,” he says gently. “Please do not argue.”
Before I can say anything else, he rises to his feet. The movement is unhurried, deliberate, and the room seems to shift with him, as if the shadows themselves are standing at attention.
“We will speak again,” he says. “Soon. When you are less.. reactive.”
My hands curl into fists. “You’re sending me away without giving me any answers.”
“Yes.”
Tomas looks at me then. There is something almost apologetic in his eyes, though his face remains composed.
“It is not a punishment,” he says. “Truly.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “Funny how that’s what everyone says before locking a door.”
He lifts a hand, and the guards appear silently, as if they had been waiting inside the stone itself.
“Take her to the east chambers,” he orders. “The upper level. Prepare food. She eats.”
I stiffen. “I’m not hungry.”
“You’ll eat,” he says, already turning away. “And Amara?”
I pause despite myself.
“Try not to tear the room apart,” he adds mildly. “It was carved long before your temper.”
The doors close behind me with a final, echoing sound.