Chapter 178: Stifling Calm

"Get lost!" Red-eyed and seething with rage, Ramose ferociously hollered at the door.

Da** it! He'd managed to get his mate on the bed with great difficulty. His rod throbbed so painfully he was close to erupting. And yet these lousy beasts dared to interrupt him?

The raging fire in his heart inflamed, burning even fiercer as a desire to slaughter the beast, and Elder Saros surged in his mind.

Seeing his trembling limbs, alarm bells went off in Versailles's head. 

Her mate...he wasn't thinking about starting a massacre...was he?

Versailles wouldn't put the wolf above such an act. When it came to matters of the bed, he was very sensitive and rigid about being interrupted and stopping mid-way.

Cajoling and taming the beast before he went on a rampage was the only solution she could think of.

She nervously lifted a hand, tenderly cupped his cheek, and placed a tender kiss on his eye. "Ramose, love, go on. When you come back, I promise to completely satisfy you...hmm?" 

Fortunately for her, the trick worked.

The wolf shivered and his red eyes instantly turned gentle and soft. In the blink of an eye, the ominous aura oozing off his figure receded and winked out as he shakily inhaled a deep breath of air.

Though it seemed as if his towering rage was nothing but a merge, Versailles didn't allow his sudden docile and meek appearance to fool her for a second.

Ramose leaned into his mate's palm. His insides quivered and wobbled as a warm current flowed from his heart and spread to the rest of his body. He weakly slumped onto her, their clothed bodies pressed tight from head to toe.

Love?

She...called him love?

At the thought, another surge of warm current coursed through his body and he wound his arms around her waist, sealing her tight within his embrace.

At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to hold her, inhale her intoxicating fragrance, and drown himself in the euphoric pleasure of her love.

So this is what feeling loved feels like.

She hadn't confessed to him. Didn't even say she liked him. But that one word, love, made him feel like nothing else in the realm mattered. 

It made him feel as long as she was by his side, no issue or problem would be too great or too daunting to overcome.

He felt like, with her, anything was possible.

The Werewolf King chuckled and blew his warm breath in her ear. "Light, you promise to satisfy me later. You'll allow me to love you to my heart's content, right?"

For that one word she said, he wanted to love her deeply, reverently until she felt like the queen of the realms. He felt she at least deserved that much for making him feel like the king of the universe.

Unaware of his intentions, the serpentine shivered from the warmth of his breath. Her heart raced and, with a red face, she shyly nodded. "Un! I'll let you have your way."

The unmasked, willing indulgence in her acquiescence made his heart tremble, and Ramose suddenly had second thoughts.

Could he just ditch the Elder?  No matter what he had to say, it wouldn't be as important and significant as mating with his mate.

Besides, during the entire meeting, he'd have to look at the wolf's cold and unsightly appearance. It couldn't be compared with his mate's fair, soft, and lovely smooth face.

"Light, I..." How could Versailles miss the hesitant note in his tone?

She immediately realized the wolf was planning on leaving the elder hanging and panicked.

She had cajoled and appeased him as she didn't want to roll in the bed so early. If he stayed back, wouldn't all her sweet talking and tender kisses be for nothing?

"Ramose, go on. I promise to let you do as you please later. But that's only possible if you obediently go and take care of the elder's affairs." 

Ramose opened and closed his mouth multiple times, but in the end, he couldn't produce a sound.

Sigh. It was so hard to sink into his mate's affectionate embrace. He'd have to torture himself for an entire morning with the elder's unsightly appearance before he could enjoy her smooth skin, fragrant scent, and warm insides.

As the Werewolf King thought of spending an entire morning away from his mate's side, his face fell and a dejected aura oozed from his powerful frame.

A soft smile appeared in Versailles's eyes and she lifted her head and whispered in his ear.

"Light, you...you promise?" With an incredulous expression and hitching breath, the wolf stuttered and stared at her with feverish eyes. 

"You...you promise?" He breathlessly repeated and waited with bated breath.

The serpentine lowered her head and shyly nodded.

"Light, you're the best in the entire seven realms! The very best! Haha!" Exhilarated and giddy with excitement, Ramose peppered her flushed face with kisses and hurriedly leaped off the bed.

"Light, wait for me! I'll quickly settle the elder and run back!" The wolf waved over his head as he raced towards the Crystalline Hall.

Da** elder Saros! If you dare to delay my sweet time with my mate, see what I'll do to you!

Versailles blinked. Then she innocently scratched her nose as her mate hastily flashed out of the room with a light smile.

Sigh. It was so hard to please and control the Wolf King.

If any beast saw such a scene, they'd think he was running away from a ferocious beast, when the situation was the complete opposite.

She was the one cornered by the ferocious beast...

"Sigh. I should go over to the Main Hall and look into the Crimson Palace's management before Ramose returns. Otherwise, I'll have to delay the matter until tomorrow."

Leaping off the bed, Versailles stood before the ice mirror and admired herself. Her mate's token of love made her violet eyes glow under the royal blue crown. Her fire-kissed hair radiated a faint light she never noticed before.

"It must be because of my fire ability." The Snake Queen would occasionally release the refreshing aura of spring because of her wood ability. 

As she twirled, her slender waist became more defined under the flame waistband. An image of Ramose rubbing behind her as he tied the band around her waist popped into her mind, and the serpentine blushed fiery red.

"Da**! That wolf has definitely rubbed off his perversion on me!" With an embarrassed stomp, she turned and walked out of the Purple-Radiance Palace.

She still had pending matters to settle.

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In the Crystalline Hall, Elder Saros stood with his back straight as he awaited for the Wolf King's appearance.

"I never knew it took so long to travel from the Purple-Radiance Palace to the Crystalline Hall." Though speaking to himself, it was clear from the scorn in his eyes and his mocking tone that Elder Saros was taking a jab at the Werewolf King.

When Ramose appeared, he just happened to hear this remark.

The excitement receded from his face and a dark look entered the wolf's eyes.

It wasn't enough that he interrupted my good deed. Now he also expects me to run at his summons? This elder Saros...he's been flying too high.

Unfortunately, he's not an eagle and is bound to fall to a horrible death...

"Those who have grown old and senile won't understand the fiery of a young wolf's blood." Cold and filled with an equal amount of scorn and mockery, the Wolf King's voice instantly caused the elder wolf to stiffen. 

He didn't expect the first scornful words he spoke against the Werewolf King would immediately fall into his ears. He lifted his head and gave the Wolf King a stiff smile.

Ramose internally sneered and ignored the elder, directly sitting on his throne in the center of the hall. His eyes roamed over the hall and he seemed to see his mate walking around the place, planting seeds with a bright smile.

Sigh. Why did he miss her already?

Maybe he should bring another throne in the hall. That way, whenever his Betas or the Ruling Wolf Pack had something to discuss, he could drag her along with him...

The more Ramose pondered over the idea, the more he found it feasible and to his liking.

Hmm! I'll get the slaves to add another throne next to mine.

"Elder Saros, you'd better have a good reason for seeking me out without a prior notice." He placed his cheek on his loosely clenched fist and impolitely addressed the wolf.

Because of him, Ramose had to forcefully suppress his desires. He felt nothing but displeasure and distaste for the wolf.

"Ahem! Werewolf King, the Wolf King's Trial should be held within the next two days. Usually, the day of the trial is decided by the reigning King. But in the case of the appearance of another alpha, the Werewolf King has to set the earliest date."

"Two alphas?" Ramose's ears instantly pricked.

Two alphas? 

Heh...interesting.

As if seeing the light, Ramose's gaze suddenly focused on the elder wolf.

So that's what they've been relying on.

Elder Saros felt his heart tremble when the Wolf King's scrutinizing gaze fell on him.

No, why am I nervous? If anything, it should be King Ramose that should be nervous and worried with the sudden appearance of an alpha!

Regaining confidence, Elder Saros raised his head and unflinchingly held the Werewolf King's gaze.

"Yes, Werewolf King. The rules of the Ancestral Wolf are clear. It's clearly stated that in case two alphas that have a claim to the throne appear, the King of the Underworld Palace will be decided by the Wolf King's Trial. The mightiest King that clears the trials with his mate successfully will become the new King of the Underworld Palace."

"Elder Saros, is this alpha in the Underworld Palace?" Ramose nonchalantly asked.

Elder Saros was stumped, not expecting the wolf to respond so...calmly?

He scanned the Werewolf King's face and tried to find hidden anger or suppressed rage behind his calm façade. Unfortunately, let alone anger, he couldn't even spot a hint of displeasure on his expressionless face.

On the face of the King of the Underworld Palace, aside from boredom, there was nothing else...

Didn't he feel the least bit threatened by the appearance of another alpha? Why wasn't he anxious or worried?

The Nar! He could lose his throne!

Confused by his calmness and frustrated by the lack of emotion on his face, Elder Saros absent-mindedly replied.

"No, the alpha isn't in the Underworld Palace because he was banned from birth."

"A banned alpha?" 

It was only when he heard the Wolf King's cold words that the elder returned to his mind.

Da**! In a moment of carelessness, he had revealed a piece of information he was never meant to speak out loud, even by mistake.

"That...well, when he was born, the alpha was found to be weak of health and low of intelligence. To rigorously train and make him worthy of sitting on the throne, the reigning alpha King had sent him out of the clan incognito. Only the previous Werewolf King's Betas are privy to this information."

Elder Saros clenched his teeth and kept his gaze firm under King Ramose's scrutiny.

What he said wasn't entirely false. The previous Werewolf King had sent the alpha out of the clan incognito and only his Betas were privy to the information.

So, aside from the banishment he'd inadvertently revealed, there was nothing the Wolf King would find to latch and nitpick on.

"And why is it that none of the previous King's Betas disclosed this matter earlier? After all, I didn't become the Werewolf King yesterday." Ramose's tone contained the same nonchalance as it did from the beginning.

There were few matters that could attract his attention.

And matters concerning his mate ranked at the top.

Since the topic of discussion had nothing to do with his Light, his interest had waned the instant he heard the word banishment.

Just a wolf kicked out of the clan. How difficult could it be to take care of him?

Because in the Nar realm, no matter how deep the schemes ran, in the end, the strongest fist reigned supreme.

Elder Saros, unaware of the Werewolf King's thoughts, collected his composer and replied calmly.

"It was the previous King's order. Until your mate enters the Underworld Palace and your Wolf King's Trial begins, this matter wasn't to be disclosed. According to his instructions, the two alphas were to undergo the trial together. The victorious alpha out of the two would then be crowned King."

"And since this alpha has a claim to the throne, then he should be a relative of mine, correct?"

"Yes, King Ramose. As it happens, this alpha is your uncle and your father's elder brother.. He's Alpha Kulimo."

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