Chapter 175: Planting Seeds

The Wolf King would really set the Underworld on fire for...a female?

But the Underworld Palace was their home!

How could King Ramose set his home on fire? 

"Werewolf King, for a female, you would really set the Underworld Palace on fire?" The emotions behind such a vow were beyond his understanding.

Over the years, Olsen had tried to understand his King's feelings. As unbelievable, baffling, and incomprehensible as they were, he tried to respect it.

But even though he respected and acknowledged the depth of his feelings, he couldn't wrap his head around the force behind such intense and consuming emotions. 

As far as he knew, love wasn't much different from lust, and like lust, the fiercer it burns the quicker it snuffs out.

So was such a feeling even real? Was it worth burning the Underworld Palace for it?

Ramose's face turned gentle and his eyes took on a faraway look.

"Olsen, though you have a soul-mate, you can't understand my feelings. Aside from sharing the bond of souls, you don't have anything else other than lust between you. This is a matter of the heart and only another heart can understand it. The day you give your heart to another, you'll understand my feelings."

"What's there to understand? Isn't it just a little burning in the chest?"

Ramose chuckled and patted the wolf's shoulder.

"The day you find a mate of your heart, Olsen, come and talk to me. I'd be more than glad to discuss this topic with you. As for now, I'm placing my heart in your hands. Make sure you protect it well." With another pat, Ramose turned and walked out of the Crystalline Palace.

His Light was still waiting for him.

A tender smile stretched across the Werewolf King's lips and his steps hastened as he strode towards the Purple-Radiance Palace.

Seeing his King's light and joyful mood, a complex look entered Olsen's eyes.

Love?

Is it that wonderous?

Olsen had to admit.

Since the Serpentine Queen entered the Underworld Palace, King Ramose became more joyful and approachable. At first, he had only attributed it to their soul-bond and the unknown history they shared.

But Olsen saw the Werewolf King smile more often and laugh more openly, as he spent more time in the Serpentine Queen's company. This wasn't a smile from being satisfied in bed.

It was a smile filled with peace, contentment, and...anticipation?

But anticipation for what?

Confused and absentminded, the Beta wolf left the Crystalline Hall.

The ambience of the Purple-Radiance Palace was calm and tranquil. Light Flies fluttered around brightening the place as Versailles stood before a stone stool with a serious expression.

"Light, I'm back." Ramose came in to find his mate thoughtfully rubbing her chin with one hand as she supported her elbow with the other.

"Oh, welcome back, Amose."

His heart thumped at the nickname, and the Werewolf King appeared behind his mate in third giant strides. Unceremoniously, he embraced her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Instantly, a waft of her fruity fragrance entered his nostrils and the Werewolf King closed his eyes and sighed in content.

"Un, I'm back." His arms tightened around her waist until they were pressed tight together.

Versailles shook her head and ignored him. The wolf seemed to like embracing her. Since he wasn't doing anything else...aside from rubbing his face in her hair...she let him be.

In such a serene atmosphere, the serpentine continued fiddling with her beads while the wolf indulged in her intoxicating scent.

A little while later, finding his mate still focused on the tiny things and not paying him any attention, the Werewolf King felt dissatisfied. 

"Light, what are you looking at so seriously?" Ramose extended a hand and disgruntledly grabbed one of the bead sized things. Dry and wrinkled, he couldn't find anything about it that was worthy of her admiration.

"You like this?" 'More than me?' 

He wanted to ask but didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of embarrassing himself.

What will his mate think of him? That he was jealous of an inanimate object?

Even though he did feel jealous...

"Ahem! Light, isn't it just a wrinkly thing?" He curiously turned his head, his nose brushing her cheek. The wolf liked the feeling and rubbed his nose on her cheek some more.

"Haha...Ramose, stop playing around." Versailles felt ticklish and pushed his face away.

"These are seeds. I want to plant some fruit trees, but I don't know where to plant them. They probably won't sprout here because of the high temperature. But I want to plant them anyway. Who knows, maybe some years in the future, they'll adapt and grow on their own."

"Hmm, we'll be together forever, so it won't hurt to plant them." The Werewolf King's eyes lit up.

Years in the future? Doesn't this mean we'll be together forever?

"Light, how about I help you plant them? We'll plant them together and watch over them together. They'll be the second seed we plant together."

"Second? When did we plant the first second?" Versailles was baffled. Aside from these ones, she'd never taken out any other seeds. 

"Hehe..." Ramose chuckled and kissed her cheek. He flattened his hand on her stomach and gently rubbed her belly.

"Did you forget about the seed we planted here?" His warm breath tickled her ear and caused Versailles to shiver, as he softly whispered and nicked her earlobe.

Ramose's felt ticklish in his heart.

His mate was too lovely!

An urge to tease her some more surged in his heart and he immediately acted on it.

His fingers replaced his palm and he lightly scratched her belly and nicked her soft neck. "Or do you think we should go to bed and plant some more?" Low and deep, his husky voice made her heart pound.

"Amose, stop teasing me. I'm telling you, you'd better not have any ideas about getting in bed. It's still early."

"Who said we can't go to bed if it's early? Light, we successfully need to plant a seed. For that, we must put in more work and be in bed every ice night and warm morning." That's right! In order to successfully plant, we must work hard!

Hmm! I'm not using this as an excuse to mate with her.

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The shameless wolf felt that his thinking was reasonable and righteous and decided to instantly implement his words into action. 

"Light, come. Let's go to bed and make a cub. In the future, our family will grow and we'll happily grow the fruit trees together." Kissing her temple, ear, and neck, the wolf wanted to drag his mate to bed when he felt a pinch on his waist.

"Ouch! Light, what was that for?" He aggrievedly cried and rubbed his side.

"For being so shameless!" The serpentine hissed.

"Now be good and help me carry the seeds. I'll plant them in the Crystalline Hall." Giving him another pinch, she freed herself from his arm and walked towards the door.

The wolf regretfully looked at his empty arm, remorse and grievance flickering in his eyes, before he sighed in defeat.

"Light wants to plant the second seeds right now. I'll have to wait until ice night to plant my seed in her."

He moved forward, vengefully gathered the seeds, and hurried after his mate.

On the road from the Purple-Radiance Palace to the Crystalline Hall, the female beasts had strange expressions on their faces as they watched the ruler of the Underworld Palace, the Werewolf King of the Werewolf Clan dejectedly follow behind his mate with a bowed head.

"Da**! What in the world is going on? Why does King Ramose look like a..."

"Servile fool?"

"Shhhh! You dare to say that out loud!? Do you want to get us killed?"

"But I agree with her. Who is this wolf and what has he done to the Werewolf King?"

The female beasts were as anxious as if they were walking on hot flames. The meek and obedient appearance of the Wolf King alarmed and shocked them to their core. They couldn't believe the beast before them was the same ferocious and ruthless Werewolf King they knew.

Because believing such a scene would be akin to shattering their own hearts and dreams.

If even the Werewolf King was so obedient and meek before the Serpentine Queen, what hope did they have of climbing his bed and raising their status?

With the Serpentine Queen's presence, would the Werewolf King even have the courage to spare them a glance?

Unaware of the storm she'd risen in the female beasts' hearts, Versailles entered the Crystalline Hall with her mate following behind her.

"Amose, Let's plant the first seeds by those greens." Compared to the rest of the Nar realm, Crimson Palace, and even the Purple-Radiance Palace, the Crystalline Hall was better in lighting and more suitable to grow plants.

Versailles walked around the wide hall. Aside from the throne on the raised platform, there were only a few stone stools on either side of the throne. The rest of the hall looked like an empty greenhouse with only sparse plants laying here and there.

But even then, the few plants still spread a faint fragrance of plants that drifted through the entire hall.

"Amose, here too! I want the red seeds planted here." She wasn't sure if Fruit Neptures1 would grow in the hall, but since it was the only place any possibility of growing the fruits, she decided to take the chance.

"And here, there should be nice smelling plants next to the door so any beast that enters will feel refreshed."

"But Light, I feel refreshed just by seeing your face." The wolf innocently blinked.

"Heh...I said any beast. Does any mean you?" The serpentine sneered disdainfully.

The wolf immediately looked at the beads in his hands and a dark look entered his eyes.

My mate...planting seeds for others?

For them to feel refreshed? Heh...not in his presence!

"Light, you're so kind! I feel fortunate to have such a thoughtful mate." Then the Werewolf King 'accidentally' bumped his hand on a corner of the wall and all the seeds spilled.

"Ah! Light, they spilled. Let me pick them up!" Then he chased after the rolling seeds and popping sounds rang out as one after the other, the seeds crushed under his feet.

"Light, what to do? They weren't coming under my grasp! Now all of them are crushed!" In mock astonishment, he pulled on his hair and stared in horror at the crushed seeds.

Versailles had a strange look in her eyes as she looked at the agitated wolf.

Did he...?

Her gaze shifted to the crushed seeds.

He couldn't have crushed them on purpose, right? Otherwise, how is possible that the Werewolf King of the Werewolf Clan can't even collect a few seeds?

Seeing the thoughtful look in his mate's eyes, the Wolf King instantly panicked. 

She...she couldn't have noticed my trick, could she?

With a nervous heart and a stiff smile, the Werewolf King fixed an unwavering gaze on his mate. The less guilty he appeared the more likely she'd be fooled...

His rather die than admit guilt expression made the Serpentine Queen sigh in helplessness.

Forget it. Since they're already destroyed anyway, there's no point in stretching the topic.

Throwing the matter out of her mind, she turned to the platform.

"Amose, we'll plant a few by your throne. When they grow, they'll look beautiful next to your seat."

"I think our cub will look more beautiful next to me when he grows." The wolf lowly grumbled, still stuck on his unsuccessful conquest.

"What was that?" There was a dangerous edge to the serpentine's tone that instantly raised the wolf's alarm.

"That...I was saying you're more beautiful." The Werewolf King plastered a flattering smile on his face and slinked to his mate's side.

"Oh? Really?" The serpentine narrowed her eyes.

"Of course! My mate is more beautiful than a thousand flowers, more delicious than a thousand fruits, and more fragrant than all the thousand fruits and flowers combined." 

Da**! How shameless! 

Versailles couldn't help but curse internally at the level of her mate's shamelessness. But inadvertently, his flattering words brought a smile to her lips.

"Enough, enough. That's too fake! Let's continue planting seeds." She dismissively waved a hand to usher the wolf before he went into another tirade of praises. 

She wouldn't be able to control her heart if he went another round...

Unbeknownst to her, the flattering smile on the Wolf King's face immediately faded the instant he heard her words.

"Fake?" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Light, you think the words I said were fake?" Cold and bleak, his tone made the Serpentine Queen's heart instantly drop.

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