Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 131

Fiona’s heart tightened in her chest at a fast pace as she watched what had just taken place before her

eyes.

Doom just killed Mischief.

They had been lovers for over three thousand years, and he just killed her like she was nothing.

Doom turned his concentration towards her, and his flickering silver eyes had no emotion in them.

Yes, he saved her from Mischief, but that didn’t mean she was safe. His end game had always been

her heart, and he would want to get that more than anything else.

He stepped towards her, and she crawled back onto the floor, shaking her head. He took another step,

covering the space she had created between them. She tried running back, but her back came into

contact with the wall.

Her heart dropped in horror at what was to come, and her eyes blurred.

“Please, no,” she pleaded, but he took another step and stretched his hand towards her.

She shook her head, trembling all over. “No, please, Cillian.” She knew using the name would make no

difference, but she had no choice.

She didn’t know a thing about Doom, but she knew Cillian; she had known him for months and knew he

wouldn’t hurt her. She might be wrong in her assumption, but she wanted to believe it more than

anything.

He grabbed her by the shoulder, forcing her onto her feet. Tears streamed down her face, and her lips

trembled helplessly.

Her body ached all over, and her bones were barely holding themselves together at this point. This

made her wonder if death wouldn’t have been the better option.

“You will come with me now.” He said and took hold of her hand, and they turned around to leave.

Jules stood in their way. He had pulled his worn and battered self onto his feet somehow, and this was

a protest to Doom, who wanted to take her away. Jules wasn’t in the best shape or strength.

His body bore wounds and suffered affliction at the hands of Mischief. He had a cut on the left side of

his face that went from his temple down to his jawline. Holding himself up was a sign of bravery, but he

had promised her he wouldn’t stop fighting until there

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was no breath in his lungs, and he kept to his words.

His hands balled into a tight fist even as his legs trembled to hold him up. “If you want to take her, you

have to go through me.”

Tears streamed down her face, seeing him fight for her with all he had. Her hands ran up to cover her

mouth. This was her fate, but he didn’t have to die again for her. She would lose her life today, but he

didn’t have to lose his. Their sons deserved one parent, at least.

“Jules, no.”

“Listen to your Luna and step out of the way, Jules,” Doom advised, not looking the least threatened by

Julian.

Jules’ teeth clenched, and he stormed towards Doom with his last strength.

Fiona couldn’t stand and watch him kill himself, so she positioned herself before Doom. This way, Jules

had to go through her. Julian slowed down, realising what she had just done, and he stared at her with

the utmost confusion and a look of betrayal.

“What are you doing?”

“You are not dying today. Julian McQueen, listen to me. This is the end of your fight. Do not fight this;

do not fight for me. This is for the best.” She spoke to Julian, the king, and Jules, the Lycan.

“Best for who?”

“For me.” She said to herself, and he heard her. “I cannot let you do this. Go home; you shouldn’t have

come. Go home.”

At her words, Jules lost the strength left in him to fight. He pressed his lips together to tame the sorrow

in his eyes, then stepped back.

Doom tightened his grip on her wrist, pulling her along with him.

Jules’ gaze lingered on her until she left the room.

Doom stopped walking when they stepped out of the warehouse. “Why did you stop him?” he asked.

“Because I do not want him to die at your hands again. He is no match for you. None of us are. It is a

lost battle, and accepting it is the only way to forge on. He doesn’t have to die because of me; he has a

lot to live for. He might not see it now, but he will. It was a lost battle from the beginning.”

He stared at her as if to see if she had told the truth. It was the truth, and she had

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nothing to hide. She was happy with every decision and would die with contentment.

Doom pulled her to himself so their bodies pressed together, and he lifted her from the ground with

ease, going higher above the warehouse and the terminal pole. They entered the clouds, the height

she had never reached on her own, and Doom moved them through them.

She feared looking down or asking her where they were going. She was not in the right place to ask

these questions. She stayed silent, enjoying the little life she had while it Jasted.

He descended after a long while of just travelling through the clouds, and soon she felt earth

underneath her feet, but it wasn’t the ground.

They were both standing on top of Mount Eve, the highest mountain in their world, in Forthrich, the

North East community.

Fiona had heard tales of Eve, but she had never been here and never thought she would, Mount Eve

had its head so far up in the cloud that even the Lycan with the best sight couldn’t see the top of it.

She stared around and found on the flat surface to the left a ritual arrangement. White silk sheets

spread out on an altar-like platform with scented candles around it. This was where he planned to take

her heart. He had everything in place for the harvest. He was absent when the rescue operation started

because he was here.

Her eyes still stayed on the altar when he spoke. “This is the highest point in this world, the point where

life meets the realm eternal. This is where you die.”

“This is why you were not in the warehouse when Julian came for me.”

“Yes, I only came down when I heard your voice,” He answered honestly. “I knew you were in danger,

and I had to save you. The only one that gets to kill you is me.”

This didn’t make her feel better.

Her heart was now whole. She felt it, and mischief wouldn’t let her afflict herself earlier, so nothing

would delay this ritual.

She drew a sharp breath but remained quiet.

“This is where you die.” He said it casually. “This is where I take your heart and ascend to become like

the moon goddess.”

The moon goddess-it was always about her, of course. It was all part of his scheme to get back at her.

They were just collateral damages.

“Is that what you want? To be just like the moon goddess? To spit in her face forever,

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neglecting you and creating other children?”

“Yes, I want to be like her, but this is not about her or what she has done; this is about me,” he denied.

“How is it not about her? You want to become just like HER; you want to rule over HER creation to

spite HER. Your existence has been about HER, and even now, it still is. You can deny it if that helps

you cope better, but this is true, and you can’t change it.”

“She cast me aside to create life; that’s the truth! She created me for the sole purpose

of

being her better half, but she wasn’t mine. I wanted to mean more; I wanted to be more than just the

evil that could only find goodness in and from her. She created her secondborns so they would not

need or depend on her, as she did with me. They had no clue how lucky they were.” His eyes flickered

with emotions for the first time since stepping into their world, and he turned away from her.

“You took Mischief so the goddess would notice you and show you the affection you needed, the one

she once showed you.”

He pressed his lips together and nodded. “I never loved her, but she was what I needed. I took her to

be mine, but the goddess didn’t notice; she didn’t care, which only got me furious. She didn’t care

about me; she only cared about her children, and they were the ones I needed to go for. I killed them,

all seven thousand two hundred and sixty-nine of them.” He said that, and there was no triumph in his

voice as he spoke.

“This brought her attention back to me, her cast-aside lover,” he laughed bitterly. “She couldn’t believe

what I had done with Mischief’s help. Angered, she took her amulet of purity and goodness from me

and exiled me into the Dark Dimension, where I remained until seven hundred years ago. You already

know the story.”

“She never acknowledged that her neglect drove you to do the things you did. You wouldn’t have taken

Mischief or killed the secondborn if she only spared a little time for you.”

He glanced at her, and a look of surprise showed in his eyes. Perhaps he didn’t think she would see

things from his point of view. His teeth clenched, and he remained silent.

“That’s why you want my heart. Using the power that comes with it, you can do the one thing you’ve

always wanted: tell her she betrayed you first.”

“She should have killed the evil she created and put it out of its misery, but she kept it alive, far away

from her. Exiled for thousands of years without goodness and referred to as evil by the children she

later created. That was a harsher sentence than death,”

“I am sorry for what you went through, but you are not an absolute evil.”

“I am.”

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“Cillian’s father wouldn’t be alive if you were absolute evil. There is goodness in you despite everything,

and there is love because you still love the moon goddess despite everything. And you love me.”