Lover Sacrificed - Prologue

To King Wrath,

Since all my previous attempts at contacting you have been thoroughly ignored, I have found myself obligated to capture your attention in a more urgent way.

In this package I have sent you, you shall find two test tubes.

Allow me to enlighten you on what each of them contains.

Tube A contains the virus that your son was infected with, some years ago. Yes, without your knowledge. Obviously.

The mutated disease will get triggered by Darius’s transition and expire, inside his body, 15 years after. There is absolutely nothing you can do to stop this, without my help.

Which brings me to test tube B.

Now, here is where things get interesting. Are you still paying attention my lord?

Tube B contains only a few drops of the antidote. Just enough so you and your doctors can confirm that what I am telling you is true and you have the proof you need to give in to my demands.

You see, well actually, you don’t, but you know what I mean. My daughter is my princess, as such; I feel she should be part of the royal family. As you may understand, I only want the very best for her, therefore only the royal heir will be good enough as her mate.

My Penehlope is currently 18 years of age, which means she will go through her transition in another 7 years or so.

Once this happens, I will expect Darius to feed her and feed from her. Only her.

And don’t you worry; the disease cannot be transmitted to anyone. So there is no risk of my beloved daughter getting infected.

I want a mating ceremony 5 years after her transition, as I expect Penehlope to be a queen someday. The queen our entire race looks up too.

She will come onto this mating as a newling and will be Darius’s one and only.

Only once all this happens, will I provide you with the antidote.

But, I must warn you, only enough so the disease is kept at bay, never enough for it to be completely cured. And I recommend you do not try to recreate it, because I assure you, you will fail each and every single time. Though please, feel free to try… and try… and try…

Darius’s life will depend on me giving him the antidote every month.

I don’t want to risk you killing me, my daughter or any of mine in the future, therefore only I know where it is held.

So what say you Wrath?

How important is your son to you my lord?

Oh, I almost forgot.

When I said the virus expires, I meant this literally.

So, refuse to do this, kill me or any of mine and you will be responsible for the death of your firstborn.

Tick Tock King Wrath.

Make up your mind, what will it be?

I await your phone call, once you have had the chance to test everything and verify that everything I have told you is true.

Until then, my lord.

 

Your humble servant.

Feron, son of Bron.

 

Wrath growled viciously as Saxton finished reading the letter out loud to him.

Son of a fucking bitch.

- Goddammit!

Bastards!

Fucking stuck up know-it-all snobs. He should fucking end them all and just be done with it. But if what this Feron male was true…

Darius’ life was at risk.

Fuck!

- My lord, I shall call the brothers and…

- No.

Saxton remained quiet as his brain strained to find some sense in all this.

- Bring me Doc Jane. I need her to look into this and tell me if there is some kind of truth to it.

- My lord…

- Also start preparing some kind of document in case this shit is true and my son needs to be mated. And Saxton?

- Yes my lord?

- Not. A. Word. If it gets to the point that D has to get mated, the reason will be to avoid a war, not to save his life.