His Forbidden Mate
Part 35

Flashback

“Make a wish!” Bruce squealed as he brought the cake in a steel tray having only one candle on it towards me. It was still so early, the c**k hadn’t crowed yet. I had woken up after I heard my door crack open a moment ago and I saw him coming in with my cake.

It was my birthday after all and Bruce had gone out of his way like he usually did to put a smile on my face. He had succeeded every time in the last eleven years.

He was the closest thing I had to a father since I never knew mine and I couldn’t ask my mother where my father was because she died while giving birth to me.

“Come on, Lani, make a wish.” he prodded.

My eyes shut, while I wore a goofy smile on my face, “I wish next year will be better.” I mumbled to myself and when my eyes fluttered back up, I blew off the candlelight on the cake. Bruce clapped and cheered.

…..

My eyes flew open, knowing that this like the many others I’ve had this week was nothing more than a memory in form of a dream.

Bruce was no longer here. He died a week ago and since he had no heir of his own, his brother Uncle Cabe had taken it upon himself to sell everything Bruce ever owned and I was one of them.

It wasn’t daybreak yet but I could already hear the voice of uncle Cabe in the living area conversing with some other men. I couldn’t make out what exactly they said, but they kept disagreeing on almost everything.

I got down from the bed and approached the door to hear the men speak clearer and when I got close enough, I stayed still.

I understood they spoke of the price. Uncle Cabe complained about the price being lesser than the initial bargain. The men then told him who he had was an omega Werewolf.

I knew they spoke about me and I knew the men had dropped my price because I was an omega wolf.

Cabe must have accepted the new price they offered because in the next moment, the door to her room flew open and three strange men stepped inside.

They didn’t look friendly and I knew they had come to take me away. Bruce promised me this was my home and that I could stay here for as long as I liked but now I was being dragged away from the only place I had called home for over eleven years.

They tossed me into the back of the carriage and the door shut to my face. I sat up with my heart pounding heavily in my chest. I looked around the carriage, planning my escape only to replace three other children about my age in the carriage. Two boys and a girl. The boys had their hands tied to their backs and the girl just like me, had her hands tied together at her front.

“You need to save your strength,” the boy with blue eyes and dirt-covered face spoke up as I kept struggling to set myself free from the roped tied to my hands. “We have a long way to go,” he concluded.

I still struggled for a bit then realised how pointless it was and stopped.

I wondered if they were like me, sold into slavery by their wicked uncles for a few pieces of gold too. The other two in the carriage had said nothing since I joined them, only watching in silence.

“Why aren’t you all fighting to get out?” I asked, frowning at them.

“We did and we realised it’s pointless.” the blue-eyed boy answered, adding, “By the way, my name is Wawi, she’s Fraya and he is Karnap. What is your name?”

“My name is Kailani of the house Zaine,” I answered and that sparked interest in the eyes of the blue-eyed boy named Wawi.

“You have a house, then why are you on the carriage with us?”

“My uncle sold me over to the riders after my father died,” I explained.

Wawi’s brows pulled together to form a frown. “What kind of a person sells his own b***d?”

“My mother did.” the boy with brown eyes named Karnap answered and their eyes turned to him with pity.

“I’m sorry,” Wawi said, his eyes dropping.

He shrugged not affected as much as he should be, “She said she had no other choice and that I should forgive her, I just hope to never see her face again.”

“My father wasn’t my b***d but he loved me and treated me like his child. He gave me his name, but my uncle refused to accept that. Father died a week ago and since he sired no heir, my uncle sold everything he ever owned, including me.”

“I’m sorry,” Fraya said with a voice so low, that I barely heard her.

“I was sold to the rider because I was caught stealing food and my master wanted to make an example out of me,” Wawi told us.

“I was picked up on the street by the riders last week,” Fraya answered her tone low.

“Where are we going?” I asked after a long while of riding in silence.

“To the seaport, I hear the riders are going to sell us to the slave master who will the board us onto his slave ship,” Wawi answered with certainty in his voice.

“How did you know that?” Karnap asked, suspiciously

“I heard them say it last night, you two were already asleep then.” he answered, “according to them, we will board the slave ship and it will take us to the kingdom of Foth.”

My heart skipped a beat at Wawi’s words. I had heard about the kingdom of Foth. My father, Bruce Zaine told me the tale of the nine kingdoms in the four regions while I was much younger.

According to him, the Eastern corner had the Star and Dorme kingdom. The Southern corner had Reading and Foth kingdom. The Western corner had Klean, Jade and Wahala kingdoms. And the Northern corner had Atlas and Worden kingdom. Out of all these kingdoms, Foth was the cruellest. He told her the kingdom of Foth tried to dominate the other kingdoms which brought about the war between Wahala and Foth many decades ago.

In the end, Foth lost the war and its king died soon after but rumours had it his son had killed him to take over the kingdom and rule as a tyrant. He had raised his people to hate the Wahalas and all they stood for and if they were being sold into the kingdom of Foth as slaves, she knew they wouldn’t survive it.

“We have to get out of this carriage,” I said, struggling with the ropes around my wrist more than I did before.

“Why?” Wawi asked, looking confused.

“My father told me about the kingdom of Foth and they do not like Wahala or the people in it. Imagine what they will do to us when we reach. We will die!” I scooted closer to Wawi and held my tied hands up to him. “Help me out of this, please.”

Wawi manoeuvred his teeth around the ropes and undid it, letting it fall to the ground, then I helped him loosen his hands from his back and then helped Fraya as well. I tried helping Karnap but he shook his head.

“No don’t. I don’t have anything to return to back there. At least here I can die a quicker death.”

Wawi came up to him, “That’s horse shit.”

“Wawi, no!” he rebelled. “I do not want you to save me, I do not want to live.”

“Karnap!” Wawi’s eyes grew glassy.

“Please k**s me and tell me it will be over soon?” he begged, his lips trembling.

Wawi pressed his lips together a tear running down his face and my eyes blurred up at the scene taking place before me. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Fraya wiping at her wet face as well.

Wawi drew closer and placed his lips on Karnap’s forehead, “It will be over soon.” he whispered, his tears dropping on his forehead.

Karnap’s lips trembled, “Thank you. It was nice knowing you all.”

Flashback ends.

“That was why you were running the first time I saw you,” Edward said with a low voice and I lifted my head from his chest to stare at him. “Yes, if they had caught me they would have done so much worse. I haven’t crossed paths with the other two ever since then. I only wish that they made it out safe.”

He stroked my face tenderly, “I’m sorry that happened to you all at such a young age, no one deserves that.”

I shrugged, “I try to help as many as I can and the parlour might not be the best option, but we try to give back and help the best way we can.”

“I’m proud of you. Lady Kailani did I ever tell you that?” he said with so much pride and confidence.

I climbed on top of him, “Not while we are naked in bed you haven’t.”

“Well, I am. Everything you do is mind-blowing.” he sang his hand over my shoulders.

I chuckled, and he raised a brow. “What?”

“I just thought back to your brother wanting to sell you as a slave when you were younger. I think you would have been a gorgeous slave. No one would have laid a hand on you or dared to chastise you with a whip.”

“You think so?” he asked, flipping us around so I laid under him.

I nodded, biting my lips slightly. “Yes, perhaps if I had seen you among the slaves taken by my captors, I wouldn’t have run away from them all those years.”

“Well, I wasn’t, so I’m glad you ran away. If not, I’d never have met you. And I doubt we will be here today.”

I wrap my hands around his neck, “Good thing you weren’t sold as a slave then?”

“Yes, and good thing you ran away,” he kissed my lips.