Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 125

Fiona’s POV

“I thought you wouldn’t come back.” Fiona said as the door opened and Doom stepped in. “I guess you

cannot keep away.”

The door shut behind him. “I am sorry for earlier.” He said in a small voice.

His apology was the last thing she expected. Apologising wasn’t in his nature, at least not the one she

read about in the Chronicles of Creation. Also, he did not hit her, so there was nothing to apologise for.

Yet, here he was.

“I shouldn’t have had my hands on you, and I know you probably think the worst of me, but this is for

the best.”

“You need my heart to heal. Once it heals, you will rip it out and feast on it to gain control of the two

worlds and rule. Tell me how that’s for the best?”

“I told you; you didn’t give me any choice.” He answered, leaning his weight against the door.

“Where are my sons?” she demanded.

“They are safe.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I have you here with me,” he simply answered. “This has everything to do with you and

nothing to do with anyone else. If you had fallen in love with me and given me your heart of your own

free will, all this would not have been necessary.”

She scoffed in disbelief. “It is my fault for not falling in love with you?”

“I never said it was, but things would have happened differently that way. A lot of things would have

been avoided.”

“Do you want to know how to avoid this madness? Abandon this evil quest of proving yourself to the

moon goddess.”

“This isn’t a quest to prove myself to the moon goddess.”

She gave him a ‘really,’ look. “Anyone with two brain cells knows this is a quest to prove yourself to the

moon goddess. Besides, that is basic psychology. You are like the child who chooses rebellion just to

spite their parents. In this case, the moon goddess is your

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mother and lover. So, this is a lover’s quarrel and mommy issues that have built up over the last three

thousand years. You know the moon goddess will never give you the attention you desire; the last three

thousand years have told you that. She had moved on to create more life and beautiful creations,

perfect or imperfect, but beautiful regardless. All these she did while you were locked away in the dark

dimensions. You sla ughtered her second-born because she had starved you of the attention you

wanted and gave it to them. Even now, you know the only way to get her attention would be to touch

what she cares about the most. This fight has nothing to do with us and everything to do with wanting

attention from your lover.”

“You talk a lot.” He pointed it out and moved closer to her on the bed. He lifted the clothes covering her

chest area to have a glance at the wound.

“I tell a lot of truth, and even you cannot deny it.” She replied, “You do not have to do this. I know the

sole purpose for which you were created was to bring evil to the world, but doesn’t it get exhausting

after three thousand years?”

He smirked and pulled his hand away from her. “It is the one thing I have wanted in three thousand

years, so no, it isn’t exhausting. You are right; all this is to spite her, and I cannot wait to see her face

when I wipe out more than half of her children in a day. That joy will make up for thousands of years in

exile.”

She stayed silent; there was nothing to say to change his mind; she should, at this point, just give it up.

“How did you know that my heart was what you needed to gain have and dominance over the two

worlds?” He stayed silent, unwilling to answer.

“I am already going to die; the least you can do is tell me the truth, Cillian.”

“Vivian,” came his response. “I always kne,

the key to dominance was the heart of one close to that of the moon goddess, but I never thought that

existed until two years ago when she came into the dark world. Usually they die on arrival, but Vivian

had something important to trade. She traded information for her life, and I listened. The rest is history

because here we are.” Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Vivian, the snake, and Fiona hissed under her breath, and her teeth clenched angrily. If she could, she

would kill her over and over again.

“I would like to believe that it doesn’t bother you to commit all manner of evil, but that wouldn’t be true.

You chose to inhabit Cillian because his story looked so much like yours. He was created without his

consent and then hated for who he was, which he had no control over. You saw yourself in him, and

that was why you wanted to kill his father, but you made Cillian a promise not to touch a hair on his

father’s head. You might be a walking evil, but you have a hint of goodness in you, and that is all you

need. I know you wouldn’t want to kill Cillian after everything he has been through and all the wrong

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he has endured. There are more than a million Cillians in the human and werewolf worlds. You might

believe you are fighting for your justice, but you are taking away theirs,”

His eyes flickered with emotion, and he turned away from her,

She had gotten to him. It wasn’t something to rejoice over because anything could still happen, but it

was nice to know there was a part of him that could be reached,

He straightened and walked out of the room, leaving her alone.

When the door opened, Fiona’s head turned over to see who it was. No one stepped in the first

seconds that went by, and she wondered if it had opened of its own accord, She heard clicks on the

floor, and it told her who was coming,

Mischief.

Confirming her words, the red-haired beauty stepped inside the room, and the door shut behind her.

Her grey eyes moved over to Fiona, and she stared at her with slight resentment and menace,

She was in a body, just like Doom. Fiona knew this because the Chronicles of Creation described

Mischief as having long, silver hair, flawless fair skin, red full lips, and glowing blue eyes,

She had heard tales about Mischief from others in the past. Old folklore painted her as the seductress.

It was also believed she had charmed Doom into many of their decisions he made and the rebellious

path he chose. There was no proof of that, but it was enough to be weary of her presence.

“I hear you have been a handful.” She said after a while of silence went by.

“It depends on what your definition of a handful is.” Fiona answered and turned her face away from the

sinful seductress.

She stepped closer to her bed. “That witty, smart tone might work with Doom, but it certainly won’t work

with me.”

“So you are immune?”

“Because I am Mischief and the cleverest being in existence.” She answered. “I’ve been in existence

for thousands of years, and I can see the cheap tricks; I know it all.”

Fiona laughed aloud. “I am sorry; I do not mean to laugh, but you said the cleverest being in existence,

which just can’t be true. If you were as clever as you make yourself

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out to be, you would have known this is a loss battle; you would have known you would lose.”

“And who will bring about this victory? Your mate is dead; your sons will soon follow, and you are here.

You cannot even save yourself, so how are you going to bring about this loss, silver wolf?” She asked

with a raised brow.

Fiona shook her head. “It must really be exhausting to have lived for the last three thousand years,

knowing the reason you were chosen was to spite the moon goddess. You were the perfect addition to

Doom’s rebellion, and it wasn’t because he loved you, but because he could use you. You know what I

say is true; you see the way he looks at me; if he could have me, he would. It makes you wonder what

you get from all of this.”

She must have struck a nerve because Mischief’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the throat,

choking the air out of her lungs. With her hands tied and legs restrained, Fiona had no means of

defending herself.

She choked, unable to breathe, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Darkness almost took hold

of her when the grip loosened from her neck, and she inhaled deeply.

“What is wrong with you?” Doom roared at Mischief, taking hold of her shoulders. “You could have

killed her. You could have killed the only thing I have.”

Mischief glared up at Doom and shoved his hand away from her. Without speaking, she stormed out of

the room, slamming the door shut on her exit.

Silence reigned for a few minutes, and Fiona struggled to steady her breathing.

“Why did you stop her?” she demanded, still panting. “You shouldn’t have stopped her.”

“You need to stop talking.” Doom said before stepping out of the room.