Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 442: Listen… To My Voice

Chapter 442: Listen... To My Voice
[KAWAI]
"It was the only way I knew to show you my love. If they took you from me... if they hurt you because of Gabe’s obsession. I would have burned the realm to the ground;
"...then joined you in the afterlife," Tamiko stated casually, but there was conviction in his voice, the kind that scares Kosta to an extent. Because that was some crazy devotion right there.
It was unhinged, though there was nothing Kosta would have wanted to change about that. Maybe the fact that life had changed a bit for them was what was motivating him as much, no?
"Putting down the sword was the only way at that time," Tamiko added quietly, like he really wanted Kosta to understand why he had done it; he needed his Erasthai to understand that he hadn’t done that out of spite or guilt for anything.
It was all love.
Tamiko knew that it had shaken Kosta, but maybe, just maybe, they now understood what they both truly meant to each other. What the risks were and how much it hurt to almost lose the other.
Maybe there would be no cases of madness that linger between them, even if there were enemies for them to fight along the way. Something had to give, and they had to decide which sort of life seemed workable for them.
Kosta looked at Tamiko, the image of that sword scraping Tamiko’s chest never leaving him. He was petrified, truly. He was not ready for what that life could be, and yet he had been a man on the battlefield all his adult life.
He had the kind of experience warriors only ever dreamed about, and yet in all his life, the only times he was ever scared of the sword in his hand and the enemy’s hand were when Tamiko was on that battlefield with him.
And it wasn’t because he was scared Tamiko was weak and could lose.
The prince was unpredictable as fuck, and Kosta wasn’t sure that was a conversation they would ever have with ease. It just seemed like something else, and it was one that they would have to try and figure out eventually.
Surely it couldn’t be that hard, right?
But then again, no one had prepared him for such circumstances. It was just too much for him to hold, and now he wasn’t even sure if the future would be kinder to them.
As they walked, the Lycan chief hoped to the moon goddess that things would be alright.
There was silence between the two Erasthais again. Not the heavy kind of silence, but the kind that spoke companionship. The comfortable silence in the middle of a war that they had just won.
Perhaps it was a need for them, right?
Behind them, warriors chatted casually, the disbelief evident in their voices. And Tamiko listened to them... They were a different group of warriors now. The others had walked ahead when Tamiko and Kosta had slowed down.
This was different, and Tamiko’s curiosity got the better of him. He knew they would. Murmur and talk about why it had happened, but the way they were still awed nudged at his soul.
"Their love is so perfect."
"The prince really bled for the Chief. Unbelievable sight that was."
"That kind of devotion is good for Kawai, if you think about it. Even if the king chooses to retire, we will be in great hands."
"Or maybe love will be the reason we fall... You never know," another added.
And that last warrior’s words hit Kosta like a breath of all the terrible decisions he had possibly made in his entire life. It was the only fiesta thing he had heard since the warriors left the battle idle.
Most of them had been awing their love, not knowing how much that love was bleeding even in the moment they were in. They talked about how love like the universe itself was making Kawai the right apology.
But that last one... that was what Kosta had been scared of.
Tamiko once again saw a Kosta stiffen in the moonlight. He saw Erasthai’s shoulders stiffen right then, and he knew that they had gotten to him. It wasn’t easy, but there wasn’t much that he could say to it, really.
More warriors walked past Tamiko and Kosta.
The Lycan chief saw it all.
The result of his omega state.
The warriors bandaged because they had chosen to fight for Kosta.
The Warriors were limping because their chief had been insulted, and they were not going to stand for that kind of disrespect.
Warriors with armors cracked because they wouldn’t let the Chief fight his battles alone.
It was all too overwhelming for Kosta.
The barbarian had known worse wars than this.
He had murdered so many warriors and enemies with larger battalions than the one Gabriel Grealor had come with, yet none of them had managed to shake him up like this particular battle had.
And Tamiko noticed the sudden change.
Of course, he noticed.
This was his Erasthai, the man he had been watching for a while now.
He had seen the way Kosta changed bit by bit, the words of the warriors getting to him. The praises, the reminders that all was bare, and he understood why it could all probably be too much for the Lycan Chief.
"Hey... You’re okay... I’m here. I’m never leaving. You’re not alone anymore. No one is going to try and hurt you again, not as long as I still live," Tamiko said as he stopped walking.
The warriors beside them stared, worried for him and Kosta, but Tamiko just shooed them and told them politely to keep walking. He then pulled Kosta to the side of the road, not stopping to listen to the barrios anymore.
This was about his Erasthai.
"I... I can’t breathe," Kosta said.
It was at that moment that Tamiko knew he had fucked up.
The Lycan chief’s guilt was eating at his sanity so much so that the man was not sure what was right and wrong. He was anxious as fuck, and Tamiko could see right through him.
He had been there one too many times back in Grealor, but nothing had prepared him for such with Kosta. And even worse, that Kosta was in this state, because Tamiko had been too daring on the battlefield.
What the fuck?
"Listen to my voice, baby," Tamiko whispered as the warriors passed them curiously and worriedly. But even though they knew better than to come and try shit with the prince and the Lycan Chief.
The best bit of it all...
Tamiko didn’t sense any disgust radiating from the warriors who looked at Kosta.
That was more than enough for him, truly. Because he really didn’t want to kill his own warriors when Kosta had already told him not to give him graves.
"I’m sorry," Kosta forced out in defeat. He was shaking, struggling to breathe. It was as if the walls were closing in on him, trapping him in a phase that he had never been a part of before.
At least not in the past five hundred years anyway.
"I know, baby. I know..."