Blood of the Wolf: The Crown (Mackenzie Grey Book 11), Karina Espinosa [top 10 ebook reader txt] 📗

he yelled. “Never! My child might have fae blood, but they’ll be pure lycan.”

He won’t be pure. I wanted to correct Bash, but kept quiet.

Wait a minute – he won’t be pure! I gasped as my eyes widened in realization. I grabbed Bash’s arm.

“We don’t need your help, Angus,” I said, my voice stern. “Nice try, though.”

Angus frowned, obviously not aware of the conclusion I’d reached. None of them were.

11

We quickly backtracked to the castle after our meeting with Angus, where Bash had to carry me back to the royal wing because I couldn’t make it up the stairs. I’d have to recommend an elevator at our next meeting.

William called Ranulf through the radio and requested Alexander’s attendance in my chambers. When we arrived, they were just getting there as well. Bash placed me on my feet and I collapsed on the sofa in the common room, taking several deep breaths and letting my racing heart calm down while Bash explained everything that happened during our meeting with Angus.

Before Bash could finish, Alexander yelled so loud, the walls shook. I winced and rubbed my belly unconsciously, feeling fiercely protective. I couldn’t believe how many people wanted to take him away before he was even born.

“Relax,” I sighed when he finally stopped yelling. The vein on the side of his head was pulsing. “There might be a way out of this,” I said carefully.

“Aye?” Ranulf raised a brow.

“I figured you had an idea.” Bash leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms over his chest.

“If the problem is the fae magic in my blood, then let’s get rid of it,” I said. “If it’s no longer there, then the baby won’t be born with fae blood. He’s still cooking in here,” I pointed to my stomach, “which means there’s time if we act fast.”

Everyone was silent for a moment, processing what I said and slowly understanding my rationale and the implications of that decision.

“But –” Alexander stuttered. “Ye might lose yer oracle abilities!”

I shrugged and looked down at my abdomen. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve lived without them before; I’ll be fine.”

Bash leaned forward and placed a hand on my knee. “That’s the closest tether you have to your mother … your biological mother. You don’t want to lose that, Mackenzie.”

“What other choice do we have?” I looked up at his ocean blue eyes. “It would be selfish to choose myself over the baby.”

Ranulf cleared his throat. “That’s a big sacrifice, Yer Majesty. You would essentially lose a part of yerself.”

“I understand.” I nodded. “Now find me a warlock or witch who can do it.”

“Aye,” Ranulf whispered.

“Think about this, darling,” Alexander urged. “Sleep on it at least.”

I shook my head. “I thought about it the whole hike here. This is what I want. My decision is final.”

Alexander stormed out of the common room shaking his head, slamming the door behind him. The room quieted after his departure.

“He’s just a bit upset. He’ll come around,” Ranulf whispered before following after him.

He was more than just a bit upset. By removing my fae magic, I would be eliminating the last connection he had to Adaline. After this, there would be nothing left of her, besides me. Maybe I wasn’t enough because I looked so much like Alexander.

Honestly, removing part of myself wasn’t my first choice, but it was the best one for the situation in which we found ourselves. It would end all the turmoil we currently faced.

“Have you really thought this through, Mackenzie?” Bash ran a hand through his inky hair, his nervous tell.

I nodded and smiled. “Yeah, I have. It’s not ideal, but it’s our best option. And who knows? Maybe I won’t lose my oracle abilities. We don’t know if it’s tied to the fae magic in my blood. It could have just been passed down from Adaline.”

Bash pursed his lips. “Right. We can only hope it’s not. You know who you should ask about this?”

“Who?”

“Bobby Wu,” he suggested.

I frowned. “You know I can’t. He’ll tell Fenrir—”

“He made the cure for vampirism for Amy, and he’s the only one who’s capable of doing this, Mackenzie, and you know it. I’m sure you’ve thought about it already.”

He wasn’t wrong. Bobby did cross my mind. If anyone had the ability to strip away a part of my essence, it was him. He could do the impossible. But asking him to do it was risky. There was no way I could ask Bobby to do this without getting Fenrir involved. And once I did that, it would be too easy for him to find out what Abaddon was really after.

“I have,” I said, “but I don’t trust Bobby. He’s not on our side. He never was.”

“A basic warlock or witch won’t be skilled enough to do this, Mackenzie—”

“Ask Waldo Wagner,” I suggested. Waldo Wagner was an immortal warlock who had helped us once when I was bound to Bobby Wu.

“Waldo Wagner doesn’t work with dark magic; he’s limited on what he can do. What you need is someone who can do the unthinkable,” Bash pushed. “And that’s Bobby Wu.”

He wasn’t wrong. That didn’t mean I liked it.

I sighed reluctantly. “I think Bobby is staying with the oracles in the temple.”

Bash nodded. “I’ll send a messenger.”

He left the royal wing with instructions for William to send someone out to the temple to escort Bobby to the castle. Hopefully Fenrir wouldn’t be there when the messenger arrived, and we wouldn’t raise any suspicions.

It wasn’t until nightfall when we heard back from the guards who had gone to the temple to find Bobby Wu. Unfortunately, just as I feared, they didn’t come back with just Bobby, but with Fenrir and Raven.

I waited for them in my office until Liam knocked and poked his head inside. “The warlock, Bobby Wu is here, Yer Majesty.”

I nodded. “Let him in.”

Liam bowed and opened the door wider before letting Bobby inside. Thankfully he was alone, and I most likely had Bash to thank for that.

Bobby walked inside