Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 393: It’s The Start Of Us, Come On

Chapter 393: It’s The Start Of Us, Come On
[KOSTA]
For Kosta, time had always gone by faster with Tamiko around.
However, this was a time when Kosta wasn’t sure if he wanted to go ahead or backward. There was just so much that was going through his mind as he stood there, and the hallways stared at him like this was all his fault.
Perhaps because this was not what he had intended. He had only ever wanted both of them to be happy. He had only ever wanted to see either side of a life that had been cursed on them, and now she was seeing it, alright?
Ten weeks incommunicado, and Tamiko was back in the flesh.
But he was different.
Maybe it was just that Kosta had not seen him in literal weeks, or maybe it was in the way that no matter what was happening here, there was no telling what the fuck was going on.
Maybe he had been the one to trigger this, or maybe he had just been unfortunate enough to live this long. But were the years of torture long enough for Tamiko to have changed?
Even that didn’t make sense to Kosta, because at the end of the day, this was what he had done himself. This was the monster he had created, and gods, did he not know what the fuck he was supposed to do?
"Why?" King Zaffuto asked softly as he stared at his son, the most beautiful boy in the room, the innocence he had always wanted to preserve, but then his son was not just a teenage Lycan anymore.
He was not the budding kid who had walked into Kawai years ago. He was different. He was someone that the king didn’t know how to talk to; someone that the king himself could tell would never listen to him.
The boy before him, or rather the man before him, had the stench of death all over him, and it wasn’t the kind of shit that King Zaffuto Hinata would have wanted for him. It was the one detail that had shocked the king.
Perhaps because Zaffuto had not expected this.
But if he was being honest, no one in the realm had ever expected this.
It was the kind of death that had fucked up everyone; one that would ever give them peace, and yet Tamiko was standing there, his smile making its way through like this was the time for them to be happy.
"Didn’t want to stain your hands with blood anymore," Tamiko said as he looked at his father, the sincerity in his eyes sickening the king to the core.
His son had changed.
Everyone had expected the lonely reaction after Kosta’s rejection, after the separation, but no one had expected this kind of madness from this son. And maybe that was why they didn’t even bother to stand on the sidelines and let the people walk out.
King Zaffuto just stood there, trying to understand for himself what could have warranted this. He had heard his son, alright, but it wasn’t what he had wanted to hear.
Bloodshed was something that King Zaffuto was used to. A few more people wouldn’t mean shit to him because he was a beast in himself.
Yet as he stared at his son, the bloodied man before him, the king was not sure if he was supposed to be proud of him or be scared of the person his son had become.
Or maybe he just needed to be both, because clearly the idea had changed, and someone had to pay the price for everything that had happened to them in the past years.
"Are you proud of me, papa?" Tamiko said softly, his voice snapping the king from the overthinking he was doing. The mad king couldn’t even be blamed because the Lycan prince had come home after so many weeks.
He had come home like this was just another day for him.
Only that he had walked in, covered in blood from head to toe.
His long hair, which had been his signature for years, was now clean-shaven, and yet somehow, Tamiko looked better than he had been before. He looked like he could ask anyone to bend over to let him fuck, and they would do it willingly.
They wouldn’t try to ask questions like why they were chosen and shit.
Tamiko had become more muscular. It was strange to watch; he looked like he had been to a thousand and one years. Oh, how the prince was ripped. And right now, he wasn’t even in his combat wear.
He was just a man in his tank tops and loose sweatpants that no one knew where he had gotten. His muscles were out for everyone to see, and the blood that had stuck on him made his outline even crazier.
The Kawaian prince was hot.
It was no secret.
And he was covered in blood.
The grey sweatpants made him look like a god, and people were thirsting over him.
"Always, my sweet boy. I will always be proud of you," King Zaffuto said as he pulled his son into a hug, ignoring the blood on Tamiko. And in that hug, Tamiko let his hands freely, letting him just see what the commotion was right now.
This was not a crowd just because the prince had come back bloodied. This was a crowd for their first victory in ten years. It was a crowd that spoke of things that no one would ever be able to voice.
And when Kosta watched it all unfold, he felt himself go weak in the knees.
"She won’t ever hurt Kosta again. She won’t try to hurt anyone here either. I made sure of it, Papa," Tamiko said, and the Lycans cheered at the statement. It was what relief was like for them. It was a heaven that they had wished for for years.
Tamiko had done it without any support, which was crazy because this woman, or rather the owner of the head he had dropped on the floor, that was still bloated and shit, was supposed to be unkillable.
She was supposed to be the strongest woman in the realm. She was supposed to be the most dangerous woman in the realm, and yet as Tamiko stood there, hugging his father back, everyone could help but be happy.
The impossible had come to light, and Kosta just stood still. His ears were still replaying the words he had adjusted hard. This had been a sacrifice in his name. This was a murder in his name. His and not anyone else.
Tamiko had mentioned it as the primary objective, and the Lycan chief didn’t know how to feel about it. He didn’t know how to deal with the chaos that he had just heard unfurl, and so he leaned on the nearest wall, absorbing what he had just heard, because this was insane.
This was unhinged in all the ways of hell. Yet it was once again the most selfless thing someone had ever done for him. Perhaps this was why he finally understood what Mylena had meant when she said that Tamiko loved him.
Oh, Kosta.
"You did great, son. You brought her head back," Zaffuto choked out in surprise.
"My Kosta can be a free omega again, Papa," Tamko breathed in relief.
"Your Kosta?" King Zaffuto asked.
"Always," Tamiko responded.
The Lycan chief’s knees gave out.