Chapter 138: Meeting With The Ruling Wolf Pack

"Attack? I got attacked?" That would explain why she felt so weak.

Only, she didn't remember anything about this attack?

"...By the time I sensed something wrong, your whole body was covered in blood veins. They attacked you with Thunder-Kill Spectra." As Ramose recalled the scene of his mate writhing in agony, his eyes darkened with pain and a ruthless gleam.

He will make them pay!

"Thunder-Kill Spectra..." A cold chill traveled down her spine and Versailles instinctively shivered from just saying the parasite's name.

Thunder-Kill Spectra was one of the most vicious parasites in the Nar realm. The only one of its kind, there was no method to safely extract it once it entered a living beast's body. Using its host's lifeforce, it sustains its existence and grows with one ice night. If not extracted in time, by the next warm morning, the infected beast would be gone from the surface of the realm. 

From this, one can see that the one behind her attack not only wanted her gone, but they wanted her gone writhing in pain!

'Good. Very good. It seems like someone is tired of living.'

A vicious gleam flashed through her pupils and morphed her features. Since they dared to attack her so viciously, Versailles had no intention of showing mercy. Breathing deeply, she controlled her turbulent emotions and placed her hand on her mate's head.

His body was trembling from what she perceived to be suppressed rage. She could now understand why he was overly clingy and fervent. He was afraid she would be attacked again.

Softly running her fingers through the sleek, obsidian black strands, she soothingly whispered.

"Calm down, Ramose. I am not going anywhere. There is no magic, good or evil, light or dark, that can separate us in the seven realms. Am I not fine? Even a Thunder-Kill Spectra does not have the ability to separate me from you. So why do you give some measly beast such importance?"

"Because that measly beast harmed you within my presence. That measly beast made you suffer unimaginable torment and pain. And because that measly beast made me realize my power and strength mean nothing if you are injured."

Ramose raised his head and looked into her violet eyes.

"I will stay beside you and you will stay beside me. If anything happens at that time, I will either protect you with my life or die protecting you." He solemnly vowed.

Versailles eyes filled with tears when she heard him. Before her reincarnation, Ramose and her had died in each other's embrace. She took the staff meant for him and he used the same staff to impale their bodies together, dying with her.

She had no doubt that he would do anything and go to any length to protect her.

Just as she would do the same for him.

Ramose saw her eyes fill with tears and anxiously tried to stop them. Sitting by her side, he gently cupped her cheeks and tenderly kissed her eyes.

"Don't cry...don't cry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have talked about dying. I won't ever talk about dying again. I will live an eternity in bliss with you...hmm?"

"Heh...you promised. You will live an eternity in bliss with me." A cunning smirk graced her lips, making his breath hitch.

"Of course! Living an eternity with you has always been my dream!" He replied in a fluster, his face brightening on seeing her tears finally stop.

"Now, let's get you back in bed. You still have not recovered fully." Picking her up, he walked to the bedside and carefully laid her down. After covering her, he sat beside her and gently rubbed her head.

"The more rest you get, the quicker you will recover. Close your eyes. I am right beside you."

Versailles's heart warmed and she snuggled into her blanket, her eyes fixed on her mate as she drowsily fell into a peaceful slumber.

Ramose faintly smiled and kissed her forehead, an act he found very enjoyable. He closed his eyes and deeply inhaled her enticing scent.

"Wolf King!"

Right at this moment, Olsen's anxious voice sounded from outside the room, shattering his blissful moment. Sighing despondently, he gave his mate one last glance and reluctantly left to meet his right-hand commander.

Olsen nervously paced outside the magnificent room, his forehead covered in sweat as he wondered why his King told him to assemble the Ruling Wolf Pack. 

Similar to the vampire's Elder Council, the Werewolf Clan's Ruling Wolf Pack handled affairs of the clan in the absence of their King. Different from the Bloodsucking Clan was the division of responsibility and duties each Ruling Pack Leader handled.

There were no such things as Main and Second or Third Branch in the Werewolf Clan. Instead, the werewolves were all deemed to be of the same status aside from the King, who was the head of the Pack. The only difference in their status was the station they were placed in charge of.

As normally busy individuals, the Ruling Wolf Pack rarely appeared in public, the shadow of their presence only felt in actions. For the King to suddenly request their appearance was both surprising and unnerving.

Wiping off another drip of sweat, Olsen felt close to fainting as the Ruling Wolf Pack's cold expressions resurfaced in his mind.

By the time Ramose appeared, his right-hand commander's face was pale as he leaned weakly against the wall.

"You, what is wrong with you? Why do you look like a corpse?" He asked in displeasure.

His mate was still unwell. He did not want other unhealthy individuals wandering around her hall.

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"Wolf King, you're seriously asking me what's wrong? Don't you already know what's wrong?" 

"If I knew, why would I ask you? You...if you are sick, then don't ever appear in this hall again. Light is still hasn't recovered yet. I don't want her to catch your illness as well." With a disgusted glance, Ramose went past the stunned wolf.

He rapidly blinked his eyes as if to assure himself that what he heard wasn't his imagination and that his King was seriously banning him from appearing in the Crimson Palace. It was only after his King left his line of sight that he angrily chased after him.

"Wolf King, you are banishing me from the Crimson Palace? How could you be so cruel? How can you curse me like that after making me assemble those old beasts for you? Don't you know what their tempers are like?" 

Ramose ignored the gasping wolf and with his hands clasped behind his back, he walked towards a wide crystalline hall.

In the Nar realm, there were hardly any resources to live a luxurious lifestyle. Abhorred by the six realms, the creatures of the Nar realm did not have the ability to trade and thrive from interacting with them. Left on their own, they made ends meet by looking out for themselves.

With constantly erupting volcanos, raging flames, raining fires, flaming forests, ice mountains, and eternal scorching grounds, it wasn't only difficult, it was impossible to grow vegetation and raise livestock to live.

Moreover, with every race possessing different biological systems and different magical abilities, environments that suited them and where they could thrive were hard to acquire. 

As such, the Battle of Wars began.

This was a war of survival for every race in the realm. The victor of the battles was not only acknowledged for their formidable might but they were also hailed as King and given the status and power of a king.

As a new king, the final victor of the Battle of Wars would become the next ruler of a clan. With the one chance they were given to set a new rule or regulation, they would determine the direction of the realm until the next decade's Battle of Wars.

But more importantly, the new victor would get the choice to start their own clan in an environment of their choice! And if that environment happened to be possessed by another race, that race will have to evacuate the place they called home or face the wrath of the clans.

The Werewolf Clan was the only race such a rule did not apply to. Because they got their Underworld Palace, not through the Battle of Wars, but through the Thousand-Year Old Witch of the Tower of Witches.

And the wide crystalline hall, the only one of its kind in the entire Nar realm, was another creation of the Thousand-Year Old Witch. Here, plants could grow as easily as the six realms!

But due to the special characteristic of the entrance portal, not many of the Nar realm creatures were aware of the Underworld Palace's uniqueness. 

When Ramose passed through the wide gates, the fragrance of sprouting foliage entered his nostrils making him think of his mate. He had barely left her, and yet, he already missed her.

With a frustrated sigh, he entered the inner hall where the Ruling Wolf Pack were impatiently waiting. Upon sighting him, they immediately stood to offer their greetings.

"Wolf King, welcome. At long last, you are finally here." A brown hair, youthful beast with ancient eyes remarked with displeasure.

"What are you saying, Saros. Even if we wait for an entire ice night, it is only right, as he is our King." Another man with similar ancient eyes and gray hair sneered sarcastically as he glanced sideways at the stoic King.

"Since we are here, what's the point in bringing up past matters? At least now, we will finally know the reason we have been summoned." Another added grimly.

Although the Ruling Wolf Pack appeared deferential and respectful, from their reproachful words, it was obvious that they didn't see the young Wolf King, whom they viewed as a young fledgling, on equal footing.

In the Ruling Wolf Pack's eyes, they were more than worthy of disciplining and lecturing the young wolf that was lacking in both experience and knowledge compared to them.

Ramose frowned. The elder wolves' sarcastic comments were not lost to him. As the Werewolf King, he carried out his duty of protecting and defending the werewolves from the other races and supreme clans.

However, in the matter of running the affairs of the Underworld Palace, he was quite negligent. 

It wasn't that he didn't have the ability to handle the affairs or that he found running around more enjoyable. No, it was because he didn't have the heart to calmly sit and pore over the multitude of issues the clan presented before him when his heart was somewhere else.

He could not concentrate on any clan affair because his heart was never in the clan. He had left it behind with her on the ice night she brought him back. As such, aside from constantly thinking of various methods to find her again, his mind wasn't able to concentrate on any other matter.

The result of this negligence and disinterest was the Ruling Wolf Pack's current attitude. 

If it was before, Ramose would have turned a deaf ear to their remarks and gone his way. However now, there was his mate. The one he had to protect, take care of, and ensure a peaceful and happy eternal life.

In order to make sure no one ever disrespected her and looked down on her, Ruling Wolf Pack or not, he had to take a stand and put them in their position.

A dark gleam in his eyes, Ramose paused in the middle of his stride and coldly glanced at the chattering elders.

"Elders, it seems you have a lot of complaints about my late arrival. If that is so, then please step out and voice it. As the Werewolf King of the Underworld Palace, I would like to know what about my behavior you find displeasing."

His sharp eyes, cold words, and oppressive aura caught the elders off guard. For the longest they could remember, they had never once perceived such an overbearing and oppressive aura from their Werewolf King. 

In fact, it was to the point where they only called him Werewolf King, but never truly gave the absolute obedience and unshakable loyalty that was his due. But now, under the sudden, unexpected oppressive aura, they finally remembered why the Werewolf King was the Werewolf King.

In the entire Underworld Palace, only his rule reigned supreme, only his might was unparalleled.

"King...Werewolf King...you?" The brown wolf stammered as cold sweat ran down his back. The Wolf King's powerful aura made it difficult for him to speak.

"You had complaints about my late arrival, right? I am now giving you the chance to step up and voice your displeasure."

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