BXBX NOVEL Chapter 126 You're Scaring Me
Chapter 126 You\'re Scaring Me
Ophelia wondered how they spotted her so easily. She knelt beside a wounded woman dressed in armor with her neck bandaged, sporting a black eye, and worse cuts on her body. With a gentle, trembling hand, she brushed the hair from the injured forehead. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"Y-you\'ve worked hard," Ophelia softly reassured, presenting her with a smile. Her voice, a soft whisper amidst the chaos, yet, she had a feeling everyone heard her. Her heart ached when the woman weakly nodded and sighed in relief as Ophelia brought the thin white sheet higher up her body.
"Ophelia."
Ophelia didn\'t want to turn around and face the monster himself. Only one person would address her with such disappointment. Blood stained her hands as she rose to her height, but she wiped it on her gown.
In all of his glory, Killorn stood tall and brooding, his features marred with a deep frown. His large frame radiated an unyielding power, accentuated by veins popping from his neck and clenched jaw. His piercing eyes of smoldering embers blazed with frustration and concern. The weight of responsibility wasn\'t just on his shoulders, but hers.
"I-I couldn\'t just sit still and do n-nothing," Ophelia confessed in a hushed whisper, peering up at him when she itched to look at her feet in shame. Killorn narrowed his glare at her challenge. He had warned her to stay put, to prioritize her safety above all else. She continued not to listen, with a fire burning within, an unwavering determination to be with her people. She was compelled to defy her wishes, for the greater good. His fingers clenched tightly on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white.
"Come with me." Killorn snatched her wrist and pulled her up the stairs. "We\'ll fetch more supplies."
Ophelia willingly obliged with a hop to her steps, believing every word he said. Yet, her heart trembled with anxiety, for she saw the whitening of his knuckles.
"I\'ve dedicated my life to protecting you," Killorn\'s voice rumbled. "To shield you from harm. The thought of you exposed and vulnerable, surrounded by a sea of eager faces, do you know how that\'d make me feel?"
Ophelia gulped. Each spat of word stoked the flames of his anger. She peered over her shoulders, grateful that he spoke once they made it to the second floor.
"Y-you said I don\'t have enough blood in m-me to heal everyone, b-but Neil took at least ten bottles from me, o-ow!" Ophelia cried out as she bumped straight into his back. She clutched her nose, cursing his rigid form, but he turned. "D-Did you locate the bottles?"
Killorn scowled at the sight of her in pain. He scooped the back of her head closer, peering upon the damages he left behind. "I was going to pour it into the fireplace, but didn\'t have time."
"S-show them to me," Ophelia demanded.
"Ophelia—"
"It\'s my blood."
"As you wish." Killorn couldn\'t deny her of what belonged to her. He was terrified that she\'d be traumatized at the sight of the bottle, for they were harbingers of bad memories. Even so, he knew how stubborn his little wife was. She refused to take no for an answer when it came to him. Killorn rubbed his chest, puffed with warmth. Was he… proud of her? She was developing a voice of her own already. He reached under his desk and lifted a panel with his finger, withdrawing a hidden key, then flipped the rug near his desk to reveal a hidden storage. There, he inserted the key and pulled out the basket of bottles.
Ophelia\'s breath hitched. Her blood was beautiful. Shimmering under the light with glittering brilliance, as if they bottled moonlight. "T-they look like liquid silver."
"Neil confessed he drained ten bottles, but we only have nine," Killorn informed.
Ophelia picked up one of the bottles and nearly dropped it. The blood was still warm. She uncorked it. "The blood… i-it\'s still hot, as if it hasn\'t aged at all and was just gathered."
Killorn leaned against his desk with a grim, stormy scowl. "I know, it should\'ve been impossible for heat to gather for that long. Without a doubt, Reagan would want to study a drop of it, and the royal family would want more if they heard of this. Under no circumstances, should these bottles be put to use."
"T-then, I want to learn healing magic from Layla," Ophelia grumbled. "I-I know healers are very rare, and i-its difficult to master the s-spells, but I want to help everyone."
Killorn stared in silence. Beneath his anger, a flicker of admiration and love burned him. He recognized the strength she possessed and her resilience. Tucked and hidden behind her soft, innocent gaze. He understood her desire to help the helpless and connect with her people, even putting her safety at risk. This selflessness only irked him further. "Alpha?" came a hesitant knock from the door.
Killorn recognized him immediately. "Come in."
Beetle entered with slightly protruded canines. He blinked in confusion, as if unsure of why he came up here in the first place. "Uh, Reagan is a few steps behind me."
"Tell him to wait," Killorn deadpanned. Immediately, Killorn jolted and placed the basket back into the hidden storage, flipped the rug over, and pretended nothing was out of place. Except, Ophelia was still holding her bottle.
"Give it to me, Ophelia," Killorn commanded, leaving no room for argument.
Ophelia pulled the glass closer to her chest with a slight pout. "N-no—"
Furious, Killorn snatched it from her, but she yanked it back. Without pouring, the bottle tipped, splashing blood upon her chest. Low, menacing growls rumbled through the room, vibrating with hunger. An eerie glow cast upon her husband, whose canines drew out of his mouth. Amidst the candlelights, his eyes glowed and flickered, piercing straight into her. The intensity matched with an animalistic snarl from behind her. Raw and primal, Ophelia whimpered in fear, not sure where to step.
"K-Killorn?" Ophelia begged, quickly capping the bottle. Killorn tore off his shirt, throwing it at her feet. "Y-you\'re scaring me—"
Killorn lunged straight for her.