Miranda's POV
If not for the fact that I was having pains all over my body, I would have thought that what just happened was nothing but a bad dream.
My face was hurting badly as I struggled to get up from the floor, my head was spinning and my vision was blurry.
The only question on my mind was, how were they able to do that? what sort of dark magic was that and how did they acquire such powers?
I have tried numerous times to be able to do magic or cast a spell, but none of my attempts have brought forth results.
With the king, I had to use an enchanted handmade doll given to me by the oracle to manipulate him. But I have never performed magic on my own and at this moment I realized how much I badly wanted my pound of flesh.
The door soon opened as Black and my maids rushed in to help me. They all looked worried except for Black who had a blank expression over his face.
As soon as they were able to help me sit on my bed. He asked them all to go out, leaving just the two of us, after which he shut the door.
He turned to look at me and I could tell he had lots of questions on his mind. He walked over to my mirror stand and underneath it, he brought out a first aid box to dress my wounds.
I have underestimated Kyle and the Bastard. I do not know how they became so powerful but from all indications, Kyle is now aware that I am her mother and she is out to get me.
I also noticed that they are mated, I smelled it as soon as the bastard appeared, and this bothers me a lot.
I was fuming with anger and wished that Peter was alive, maybe indeed I killed him too soon. He was the one that knew how to source for dark magic.
Kyle and the Bastard have become so powerful. And the only way to fight them now is to fortify me so I can become as powerful as they are.
I looked at Black as he gently cleans off the blood from my face and I could tell he was taking his time to ask me questions as regards what happened.
I wasn't too sure I was ready to discuss it either, I was still traumatized due to the ugly incident.
I feel so embarrassed, to say the least, I wonder what would be going through the mind of my maids at this moment.
"They have discovered that the king is dead," Black said calmly, not taking his eyes away from the spot he was dressing up.
"And the boy? Has he been accused of the king's murder?" I questioned.
"There was no boy in the king's room," he said calmly.
"How do you mean, I was there and I saw him been pushed in after which the door was locked," I said, as I recall what had happened earlier.
"The door was still locked, as of the time the dead king was discovered. One thing is sure and that is the fact that they know the king had been murdered. But with nobody caught in the act, all fingers will point back at you," he said for the first time looking at me in the eyes.
"And when I mean you, I mean me also" he added slowly as if letting the words he was saying sink into my skull.
"I don't understand, if he is not in the room then where is he?"
"I don't, you are the one that was locked up and beaten to a stupor by a ghost because clearly, we saw no one when we walked in," he said,
"I was not beaten by a ghost, I was beaten by my daughter," I said suddenly realizing the awkwardness of the situation.
But Black didn't seem to be bothered with what I had just said, as he seem to have lots of other things to bother himself about. l
"How did she get in here," Black asked, looking around the room.
"I don't know how she got in but I saw her and the Bastard flew out"
"Flew out"
"Yes, they both turned in ravens and flew out,"
"Then, this only proves that the rumors are true," he said
"What rumors?"
"There were these rumors around the human territory as of the time we went in search of the bastard and your daughter,"
"What was the rumor,"
"That the bastard is the son of the woman that raised your daughter,"
"What?, I mean how is that possible," I said, unable to believe my ears.
"This only means that he is no ordinary wolf because if truly he is that woman's son, then he is a hybrid. The most dangerous of all the supernatural,"
"What about Kyle, how did she become a witch,"
“Well, if she was bitten by a hybrid, then she too might become strong. But, this one you said she turned into a raven only means one thing and that is, she too has become a witch by what means I do not know,"
I unconsciously started laughing out of frustration and bitterness that weighed deep inside my heart. The sudden outburst made Black weirdly look at me.
"What's on your mind," he questioned.
“Just thinking of how proud the moon goddess would be this moment, she must be seated on her fancy throne laughing at me right now. But you know what, she started it, she gave me the wrong mate. A mate who had nothing to offer me other than been a whore to his best friend, just so he would become the king. I never wanted any of this, but he kept pushing me. We killed every family member the king ever had including the king's beta, while he stepped in as beta after I had incapacitated the king. I soon discovered I was pregnant, and Peter took me to see the oracle who told us that she would be our doom and that we must kill the child as soon as she was born, but I grew soft and pleaded with Peter not to kill the baby but to leave her for her fate to be decided by the beast of the fields. I got pregnant again, this time it was a boy, Peter was so happy that finally, he was going to run the kingdom through his son. I influenced the king into naming Richard the heir so his brother would serve under him. But again the moon goddess made a mockery of me once again by making my son an omega and befitting the alpha position to the bastard. And as if that is not enough, the moon goddess had my daughter mated to the bastard. All these years I thought she was dead, but now she is back to fulfill the prophecy," I said lost in deep thoughts.
All the while I spoke, Black was listening with interest, and I found that comforting as I felt he understood what I was going through.
"Do you know why you have been failing?” He asked after some time of thinking.
I looked at him not sure of how to answer him, as tears had blurred out my visions.
“It's because you have been killing the wrong people, it's time to start killing the right people to get what you want to achieve. There is a friend of mine we need to go visit,”
“Who? I don't want to follow you to see any of your whores,” I said to him.
“You are right she is one of my whore, just like you. but she can make all your wishes come through. How do you think I have been able to wreck violence and bloodbath and never been caught?” He questioned, looking at me with all seriousness.
I just stared back at him as I wasn't sure where this discussion was going. I had always thought that Black was tough hard and clever due to his years in the wild.
“This battle has gone beyond your physical strength and the little magic that is been done by your so-called oracle. I will show you magic if you allow me," he added.
"Why are you doing this, why are you so willing to help me?" I asked looking at him suspiciously.
"Because unlike my other whores, none has given me the opportunity of becoming a king,"
"I want my son to become the king," I snorted at him when I suddenly realized his price for wanting to help me.
I knew there was a catch for him from the onset, I can't believe he wants to become king. Black never does anything without wanting another thing in return, even if I think that he would be the right person to fight for the throne due to his strength, but I also fear that he might become too power-drunk and this will affect my position as the Luna.
"Then be prepared to have your son marry that witch and make her his queen. You know if your guess is right as mine, you will be kicked out of this palace at the slightest opportunity she gets," Black said bluntly not minding the effect his words may have on me.
I thought of what black had said and saw some sense in it, I need not deceive myself that Richard was capable of running the kingdom, he is weak, and that Bella girl has turned him into her puppet.
But still, I do not trust black, as much as I like him a lot, he is so unpredictable. What if he marries another woman to replace me.
“What are you still thinking about,” he asked after watching me for some time.
“It's quite simple, you need me as King to fight and defend this land against your enemies,” he added, his tone a little less authoritative now.
“What happens to me?”
“You will be my queen, you can tell anyone who cares to ask that I am your second chance mate,”
“The King is yet to be buried,” I said,
“Then I will give you a week to bury your dead,” he said.
“What if they decide to attack us before then,” I questioned.
“Then my guys and I will be ready for them, I will get more recruits and train them to fight for my queen,”
“what about my son?” I asked
“He too can remain the spoilt little prince that you have trained him to be. But you must warn him to mind his tongue all the time because, as King, I will have zero tolerance for bad behaviors” he said in his egoistic voice.
As much as I think that this is a bad idea, as it stands I have no other option.
“When can we go and see this friend of yours?” I asked
“That's my girl, as soon as you are ready to become my queen. But, I must warn you though, my friend does make the craziest type of request, but nothing you can't handle”
“Who is she, by the way,” I asked
“She is one of the oldest witches alive, of which I have been told that there are only two of them in the entire world. She is over two hundred years old” he said with a smirk hanging on the side of his lips.