Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 380: After This Fever, I’ll Survive?

Chapter 380: After This Fever, I’ll Survive?
[KOSTA]
"Hold on... is that... Tamiko?!" Sanji asked, and Kosta laughed it off.
He knew that Tamiko didn’t care enough to even follow him this far to the borders. Besides, the announcement had been made to the warriors, so that meant that the royals had no business on this side of the kingdom.
Maybe Sanji was hallucinating, because there was just no way the man was here. And yet it seemed like Sanji was convinced the prince was headed their way. Ignoring Sanji, Kosta walked in and sat on the couch.
He didn’t feel like anything.
Thankfully, Sanji had cooked, but even that didn’t make him feel any better because he had lost. Today, when he had gone to the place was a confirmation of the loss that had haunted him for ten years.
And yet, as the words had come out of his mouth earlier, Kosta knew that there was no turning back. He had just indirectly told Tamiko he could get another person to mate with and do whatever with.
It was an indirect statement, and yet one that had hurt Kosta, even though he had been the one to speak it. Perhaps he would find solace someday, but at the moment, he was sure that none of that was ever going to come for him.
He didn’t dare to hope, even as Saji insisted on seeing Tamiko. If Tamiko was coming, then Kosta should have been able to smell his lavender scent. So, the traitor was just being stupid, and Kosta was too tired to even deal with him that day.
"No, for real. He looks mad mad. What the fuck did you say to him?" Sanji asked as he looked out the window, like he was trying to say a prayer and shit to see if this was the truth. But then it wasn’t even about truths and lies anymore.
This was sabot the reality that they were living in; one so fucked up, but one that was at least better than having to watch Igor Kostantin leave himself out there for anyone to prey on.
Sanji wasn’t a good person, but he was the kind of evil that had lines well drawn.
Would that be the same for Igor?
"Looks like we’ll get our findings today, Sanji," Kosta said when he looked at Sanji’s side and caught a glimpse of the furious Lycan prince. It was true. His Erasthai was coming, and Kosta couldn’t even smell him.
What the fuck was that even supposed to say to Kosta? That he had truly been abandoned? Or was this the one time when he was screwed over for the next hundred years? It was hard enough embracing ten years of pain like that.
Kosta wasn’t sure he was strong enough for any more years in his agony.
"Do you still want to stick with the plan? Or will you finally let yourself be loved by the one who is supposed to love you?" Sanji asked softly, his voice urging Kosta to lean into love.
He knew that Kosta would forever need Tamiko, and he was trying to make it easy for them. This was chaos.
"Yup. The plan continues. Come, I’ll sit on your lap," Kosta said casually.
Sanji stared at Igor like he had truly lost his shit. But then he knew that they did have time to go over any plan. He had agreed to help, so he had to show up. Even then, this was the craziest of things he had ever done.
Even breaking Kawai’s heart didn’t come at such a high price for him.
However, this was also fun, wasn’t it?
Sanji was curious about how this game could go on and how far the limits could be pushed. Perhaps he was asking for the impossible, but what else could he ask for when he had offered himself up?
"What kind of food?" Sanji asked, ready to put on the show of a lifetime.
"I’ll handle that," Kosta said as he used his magic to get the food Sanji had cooked from the kitchen into bowls right before them. His magic had never faded and had always remained as strong, but that wasn’t even comfort for him anymore.
What use was his magic if he wasn’t able to use it on the one man he wanted to? What was the point? The sun would shine, and Kosta’s life was still empty and dark, like there was no solution to it.
"Goddess help us all," Sanji sighed when Kosta sat on him and put the plate on Sanji’s hand so it would seem that Sanji was feeling him.
Instead of saying anything, Kosta laughed.
Heartily.
He had mastered the art over the years as he mingled with the warriors.
But this time, it wasn’t as fake as the others.
It was a slaughter of pain, but one he had asked so well that anyone within a ten-foot radius of him would hear just how happy he sounded. This was hell, and he wasn’t about to give it up just like that.
For Kosta, this was never going to be worse than the hell he had been forced to live in for the past ten years.
"Oh, you’re so funny, lapochka," Kosta said amid the laughter and he could swear he heard footsteps right outside his shelter.
There was no scent accompanying the steps, but he died needing an angel to let him know that it was the man who should have fought for him, and instead left. This was the only thing he could do.
"You need to eat up, princess," Sanji said and Kosta stiffened, right as the door to his shelter fell off its hinges to reveal a very pissed Lycan prince. Anyone would have long stopped what they were doing, and faced the prince, or even run away;
...But not Kosta.
Not Sanji either.
The duo had a mission, and they ignored the loud bang that had the remaining warriors coming to where the prince was standing, ready to offer him support if he needed. But what kind of support would the ice prince need when he was the one interrupting two lovers?
"Princess, you didn’t tell me what you did at the palace to have your ex ripping your door off its hinges," Sanji spoke, his heart in his hands, as the third to control his shaking, he could see how red Tamiko’s eyes had gotten;
But Sanji was a Furfante.
He was everything wrong with society, and he hadn’t gotten successful too many times just because he was scared of royals. The man wasn’t scared of Zaffuto himself. So, what of his offspring?
"Don’t mind him. I don’t know what he wants, honestly. He kept growling at the palace, and now he is here. Or maybe he wants to come and join us in manning the borders," Kosta said, adding the last bit with glee, and Sanji knew that they were doomed for real this time.
Or maybe he was the one who was doomed.
Igor Konstantin’s giggling was insane.
It was so out of order that it had caught Sanji off guard once again, but the man had insisted on keeping up the act. He wasn’t sure if this was worth the chaos they were in, but when Kosta kissed Sanji’s neck, hell broke loose.
And even Kosta knew then that they were fucked.
Good riddens, right?