The Moon Goddess' Chosen

267 Breaking the ‘Spell’

“I’m curious to know what happened between the two of them,” the king asked, rubbing his hands together with a goofy expression on his face.

Beatrice couldn’t believe she was seeing the man act this way and chuckled a bit, “Well, he was assigned to protect the girl. It was his only job and for a time, that’s all he did. As time went on, their relationship became more... well... complicated,” the woman said with a sad smile, “He wasn’t making fun of her anymore and instead, he was... helping her. I’ve never seen her improve so fast since she started pursuing her dream of...”

“That’s enough. Might we proceed to what we came here for, your majesty?” Victor snapped, having had enough of the conversation.

The old woman’s eyes seemed to light up as she had hit a nerve. Deciding against her next statement, she spoke up, “Well, I do hope you find what has led you down this path and that you won’t regret it when you find it.”

The rogue king looked at the amber-eyed man a little longer before changing the subject, “Fine... On to our purpose of coming here. We came here because of something a little bird told us once. Depending on the way you answer, we may or may not think of torturing you into telling us what we need to know.”

“Well, what might that be?” the woman asked.
“We came here to know the identity of the moon goddess. And we don’t mean Celeste. We mean the one that’s coming after her,” the rogue king explained as briefly as he could.

“What good would that... Oh, you seek to reverse the goddess’s power that was unleashed by her chosen pair. Were you not satisfied with the time you had to...”

“Don’t dodge the question. It’s quite simple. Who is the next moon goddess?” the rogue king responded, running out of patience for the woman’s conversation, “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you might want to give it up. Calling the pack warriors here will only get them killed. Stop stalling.”

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“I sense mates of others... not goddesses,” the woman replied sternly, raising her voice to emphasise a point, “and here I thought the rogue king had come to his senses and wanted to know whether he was blessed with a mate or not?”

“Oh, I see what you did there, but I won’t fall for it,” the rogue king narrowed his eyes at the crafty woman, “You will tell me what I need to know. Where is the next moon goddess?”

The conversation had taken a turn for the worst. Had the king asked to be directed to his mate, the woman would not have had any trouble doing so. However, this was different. She was supposed to deliver to him something that was out of her capabilities, “The power to sense the goddess does not come in my job description.”




The rogue king leaned back into the sofa he was seated in, taking in a deep breath, “I was told of a wolf you sensed not long ago. One that was far too special to be anything but the future moon goddess... The next words that come out of your mouth had better be the truth or else you will be in for a world of pain. As I said, a little bird told me what you know. You merely have to tell me where to find her.”

The woman chuckled at the man’s words, thinking over her words before speaking. Placing her cup on the table, she took the time to think about what he’d said. The rogue king was in all ways the ruthless person he was said to be and would no doubt do what he said he would if her answer wasn’t satisfactory. “Do you plan to waste my time now?” the king asked her.

“I did sense someone special a while ago, but I never did confirm that she was indeed the moon goddess just that she was special. Not to mention how obnoxious it sounds for the moon goddess to be a werewolf among us,” the woman replied.

“That’s the wrong answer,” the man sighed, “Thane...”

“Yes, your majesty,” the beta alpha adhered, getting up to apprehend the woman.

“No, not her... I know the look in that woman’s eyes. She won’t break so easily. But there is a way we can skip right over to the part where she tells me where I can find the moon goddess,” the king said with a smirk. A look of fear similar to the one that was on Beatrice’s face, flashed within Victor’s eyes before he composed himself.

“You mean the girl that went upstairs in tears a moment ago?” the question was rhetorical and the king didn’t dare to answer it. Victor was the first up the stairs along with Thane. The king was left alone, seated with the woman who could only look up in fear.

“You seem awfully calm for someone who’s about to watch their granddaughter be tortured for something she didn’t even do,” the man smirked bringing the cup of tea that Thane had just prepared for himself up to his nose. He sniffed it for any kind of drug before taking a sip, “Oh my, this is good. What did she put in this?.”

Ignoring the question, “My granddaughter has nothing to do with any of this. You must understand that my power doesn’t look for goddesses. I look for mates. The souls of werewolves are connected strongest to their mates. That’s what I can find, but there is nothing more to it than that,” the woman responded, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“I didn’t come here looking for excuses. After all, there is something you know about the moon goddess that you’re not telling me. You know who she is... How else would I have known that it was you who divined that someone who’d come to you recently was fated to be with...” the man asked her.

“Your majesty...” Thane’s voice came from the top of the stairs. From the emotions that the rogue king felt through their mind link, tension built within him as he wished the man had good news for him, “The girl is gone.”