Chapter 641 - The Meeting
She giggled. "There has to be a first time for everyone. Moreover, it's not things that were under our control."
"I should have stopped myself that full moon night or pulled out," he said, sounding exasperated.
Olivia got up and sat beside him. "Kaizan! What is wrong with you? I am so happy that we are going to have twin babies, and here you are moping over it. You can't control whatever happens in our life. Some things are out of our control."
He looked at her, a frown pulled at his lips. "Some things?" he snapped, anger etching his face. "There is nothing that is in control. Not a single thing. Every bloody thing that I have put my hand on after I have married you. It's like I have zero control on everything now. It's like I am unable to protect you!" His chest was rising with fury and he looked away.
Olivia was… stunned. Her poor wolf was so worried that it ached her heart. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and said, "Kaizan, stop worrying so much. I am very well protected." But she knew that being the General's wife, her life was always at stake. The whole kingdom knew that she was Kaizan's mate and that was a detrimental factor when it came to politics. Hurting her would mean provoking Kaizan. Speaking negatively about her would mean agitating him. She remembered that her husband had plunged his sword in Lucas's mouth when he said nonsense about her. And attacking her would enrage him to God-knows what level. Enemies would be prowling around to get one chance to get to her. She understood the importance of her safety and his concerns, but that didn't mean that they threw away their beautiful life in nothing but being worried at every step. "You know that I am well trained. Finn is helping me out and—"
As soon she cradled his face in her palms, his anger subsided. "I have never been so fearful in my life as I have been with you, Olivia."
She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips. "I know it, love. And let's not brood over only that feeling." She held his hand and took it over her tummy. "We are going to get over it with these two babies out."
Kaizan immediately softened. He stroked his palm over her stomach as a smile crossed his face. He took a deep breath. "I made them," he said softly. Suddenly, he had this urge to see her bloated stomach. Why? Because he wanted to boast to his friends that he made that. He chuckled. "I hope they don't trouble you a lot."
She shook her head. "There is nothing more beautiful than the process of having them grown in my belly. And they don't trouble me at all."
"But there are two. What if having two inside you hurt you…"
"Kaizan!" She let out an exasperated sigh. "They won't trouble me as much as their father does! Believe me."
A long moment later, he said, "I believe in you. And I am going to ask Ileus to put some more spells around the mansion."
She lay on the flowers as a yawn escaped her.
"Is my little wife sleepy?" he asked, his hazel eyes filled with warmth and love. He stroked her hair lovingly. When she nodded, he said, "I want you to focus on eating healthy and making those babies grow into tigers." Then he lowered his head against her tummy and said, "You two better behave inside your mom, else I am going to scold you." He got up and buttoned his breeches. Then he extended his arm to her and she held him. Slowly, she got up and he scooped her up. He carried her all the way to the top of the knoll and then down the slope. He didn't stop where the rest of them were sitting.
"Aren't you joining us for lunch?" Anastasia called.
"No, my little kitten is very sleepy. I am taking her back home," he said and carried her all the way back home.
After the rogue attack on the outskirts of the capital, things were all the stricter. Everyone who entered the capital had to show their papers to the guards. Mozia patrolled every corner of the town along with the werewolves. Getting out of the home was like being watched on a continuous radar. The guards were keeping an eye on every person who roamed around the streets.
It was not long before Tasha came running to Kaizan one day when he was at the office. It was evening and he was winding up the last papers on his table.
A crease formed on his head. "What do you want?" he asked as he handed a document to a servant.
She was looking like she had seen a ghost. Her face was pale. "Murtagh has sliced his wrist," she informed him, her voice shaky.
"So?" Kaizan said, shrugging. "He can rot in hell for all I care."
"He has sliced his wrist with a poison-tipped knife," she replied in a panicky voice. "His— his vitals are low."
Kaizan leaned back in his chair. "Maybe he realized that he is not wanted anymore."
Tasha jerked her head back. "But what about the rebels?" she asked, totally surprised at his nonchalance. "They still recognize him as their leader. If anything happens to him, they will come after us with full force. Right now, they just attack every now and then, but after Murtagh dies, they will simply come heavily against us!"
"Really?" Kaizan said, anger fueling his chest. "And you think I care about it? Or that I am unable to deal with it?"
Tasha blinked at him, not knowing what to say. "But the king hasn't still given orders to execute him, have they?" Her panic was rising on the inside.
Kaizan grunted. With reluctance, he growled, "Take one of the healers with you. After that don't come bothering me!" He gave her written consent and dismissed her.
Tasha got up immediately and rushed out of his office. She wanted Kaizan to take the bait as soon as possible. She had to get out of the capital and there was no way she could. This was the only way. She galloped all the way to the infirmary for the soldiers where they were treated for their battle wounds. There she found an old healer who was about to leave after his shift was over. She showed him Kaizan's written consent and took him to Murtagh's house.
There were two guards at the entrance. "Did you get the healer?" said one of them with irritation on his face.
Tasha nodded and pointed at the old man behind her. He dismounted his horse and walked up to behind her.. The guards looked at his papers and let him enter.