Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 45

The next minute, the noises of the rebels filled the entire space outside the sanctuary. The rebels in

their multitude circled around them, looking like they were about to attack. Fiona’s heart was

hammering at a fast pace at this point.

She knew about the rebels, and she had heard stories about them from the Lycan king and a few

others. They had gone around, causing terror and infecting other communities with the plague. And no

matter how hard the king worked to stop them, they always found their way to return and terrorise the

communities ever

more.

Fiona saw their numbers, and they were over forty. Those with the Lycan king were less than ten. It

would not be a tough fight to subdue the rebels, as they looked ready to make trouble. They had to find

another way around this that would involve less bloodshed and chaos. This community had been

through enough already.

One of the rebels stepped forward, and he seemed to be their leader. “I heard that Julian McQueen, the

Lycan king, had invaded Grandfield.” He said, taking another step forward. He didn’t seem to share the

same sentiment of respect that those around the Lycan king held for him. He couldn’t be blamed for it;

those in Grandfield didn’t consider Julian their king; he hadn’t been a king to them in years.

“And who did you hear that from?” Julian asked.

“Someone,” he replied, not going into the details.

“That someone lied,” he replied.

“And I am supposed to believe the words of the Lycan king who turns his back on his people and sits in

his white castle?” he demanded, his brow furrowed.

“You will speak to the king with respect, you worthless piece of trash!” Jace growled at the leader,

already wanting to attack.

Julian placed his hand in front of Jace to stop him, and he shook his head in disapproval of his actions.

“I do not care what you think of me, and I cannot make up for what has been done in the past. What

matters now is what we are doing here.

His brow rose. “And that is?”

fusion to surprise as she came to stand beside the Lycan king and Fiona

Fiona recognised her. She was the woman she had healed earlier at the camp who asked about her

parents.

“Chad!” She climbed down the stairs and over to him. “I thought it was the rebels, and we were scared

inside until I heard your voice. Since when do you speak that way?” She demanded in a reproving tone Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

of voice

“I am sorry, mama” He said, before adding. “You no longer have the plague.”

The older woman nodded with such a radiant smile on her face, staring up at her son. The wonderful

young lady over there beside the Lycan king healed–me today.” She said this and pointed to Fiona,

who still stood beside the king. “I feel so good. I haven’t felt that in years. I wanted you to come home

so I could show myself to you.”

“That is wonderful news, mama.” He said, and he looked so different from the man who had charged

into the community earlier.

“It is She also healed so many others. Come and say hello.” She took his hand and led him up the

stairs towards where the king and Fiona stood “Do not yell at anyone. Do you hear me?”

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He nodded. “Yes, mama.” He answered in a small voice.

The two came to stand before them, and the older woman began to say, “My king, this is my son, Chad

Chad, this is the Lycan king and the healer, lady Sky.”

Fiona wanted to tell her that she didn’t have the title of lady, but Julian had already begun speaking,

ending that train of thought.

“Hello, Chad. It’s nice to meet you.” He extended his hand to him for a shake.

Unlike earlier, there was no grudge in Chad, and he took Julian’s hand into his for a firm shake. “It’s so

nice to meet you, my king.” Then he turned his attention to her and said, “Thank you for healing my

mother.”

Fiona shook her head, seeing it as nothing. “You are welcome; your mother is a wonderful woman.

Please take care of her.”

He nodded. “I will.”

“Do not punish him for his outburst earlier; he is really a good boy. The older woman pleaded on his

behalf.

Julian smiled, and this made Fiona realise he had a dimple that only appeared when he smiled deeply.

“I understand, ma’am; you have nothing to worry about. No harm will come to your son. You have my

word.”

She bowed her head. “Thank you, my king”

Julian advised that Chad lend a hand of help to Elder Rio and the rest, distributing the amenities

brought in. Chad picked one of his men to aid him as well. He then revealed that he and his men had

gone out to look for food–the little they could find–but returned when they heard news of his arrival.

Julian then promised he would aid the community with whatever they needed until they were back in

their functioning state.

After all was said and done, Fiona returned to the villa to get ready. It was the third day of coming here,

and they had succeeded and completed their assignment. It had gone even better than she had

imagined; she could only hope she could finish with the rest of the assignment waiting for her at the

settlement and deal with the king’s curse. She knew she was reaching the completion of her job here in

this world, and she didn’t feel the joy she hoped to feel. The joy she thought she would feel when she

first began this journey.

A small knock came to her door, and she made her way over and opened it. There stood Julian, and

she drew a quick breath at his sight

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“Can I come in?”

She nodded, although her mind screamed no. “Sure, come in,” she said, stepping out of the way. This

was his first time corning to her quarters since he had been here, and she wanted to know why.

“We are done with the distribution of the food and supplies. It will take them at least a week. The rain

will soon be upon us, and their grounds will be able to yield food supplies. Until then, we will keep them

fed.”

“You are doing so much for them; I do not think they will ever forget you.”

“Tam only following your lead. If you hadn’t made your point so loud and clear, I would never have seen

the errors of my ways. So, I owe you thanks as well.” He told

her.

“I guess you are welcome.” She said and turned away from him, trying to avoid locking eyes with him.

“When do we leave?”

He pressed his l*ps together and stuffed his hands into his pants. “The people of Grandfield are

grateful for all our help. And they insisted on throwing a feast of dance in our honour,” he answered,

adding, “Elder Rio told me they had begun preparation yesterday.”

“What did you say?” she asked.

He scratched his head. “I haven’t given my answer yet; I would like to know what you think about it

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