The Alpha's Temptation

Jiada wasn't Krail's mate, but she had the same effect on him. He turned to see them again but this time, he saw Tania in between Kinshra and Biham. They looked so... complete and happy... like a beautiful family. Did Kinshra again have a chance to be with Biham? The thought troubled him a lot. Not satisfied with it, he felt unsettled. This was the time he decided to go down and talk to Biham about it. "I am coming back in a moment. Keep the bath ready for me." Saying that, he rushed downstairs to the garden. However, by the time he reached, the girls had gone and only the men were there talking about a soul stone.

"What soul stone?" he asked. "And what has it got to do with Lusitania?" He was aware of soul stones. They were dark and twisted. A shudder passed through him when the gravity of the situation weighed upon him.

Biham's shoulders stiffened. His gaze snapped to Eltanin as if contemplating whether to tell Lord Krail about it or not. "It's a long story..." he said. "One that needs time. I can't narrate it in a few minutes." He looked irritated. And his proximity reminded him of what he did to Kinshra. Because of his anger, his daughter had to go through so many hardships.

Lord Krail looked at him intensely. "I have all the time in the world."

Biham couldn't keep his anger controlled. "Then let me put it as concisely as possible. Because you didn't let my child enter Vilinski and let her stay back with the Kinshra's servants, my little Tania was bought by the High Priest of Cetus Monastery. He used dark magic to pinch a piece of her soul. And to top it all, she was barely a child of five years at that time." When Biham said it, he felt his heart wrenching with pain for his baby. His eyes became misty thinking what all Menkar must have done to pinch that soul. She must have gone through excruciating pain. The back of his throat burned with the bile that threatened to rise.

"Lusitania's soul is stolen!" Krail said in a shaky voice. He was aware of it, but now it all came down crashing on his soul, because something inside him stirred for his only grandchild. Or maybe it was always there...

"Yes!" Biham replied acerbically.

Eltanin didn't want to listen to this conversation because it hurt him so much that he choked on his breath. So he turned the other way to control his emotions.

"And that is why she has that tangerine stone around her neck?" He remembered seeing a stone around her neck but the moment his gaze went on it, she had tucked it back inside her gown. A violent shudder surged through him. "Do you know what he can do to her with it?"

None of them answered his question.

"That moron can control her and that too very painfully, even in her dreams!" Lord Krail almost shouted. "Did she not tell you this?"

Biham got up and stood right in front of him, peeling his lips back. "You think I don't know that? It all happened because you couldn't control your arrogance! You had to let my child suffer and suffer. Couldn't you let her come to Vilinski along with her mother?" He poked his finger on Lord Krail's chest. "Do you know how many layers of magic she had on her wings to clasp them down to her body?" His breath was labored. "Three fucking layers. Those layers were stapled to her body so strongly that it took Ileus, Rolfe and Anastasia to pluck those layers out. Tania could have died in the process!"

At first Lord Krail paled. His eyes burned with unshed tears. They turned red. And then his fear turned into rage. His wings flared up and he grabbed Biham's finger. "Don't you fucking blame me. If my daughter hadn't been your mate and then rejected by a jerk like you, my grandchild would have got what she deserved all the time! If anyone has to be blamed, it is you!"

Biham jerked his finger away from him. His chest was heaving with fury. "I agree that I was a jerk, Lord Krail. But that doesn't mean that you are not. You are a bigger scoundrel than me. Not only my daughter suffered with your decision, your own daughter too suffered with your decision. How could you separate a mother and a child and that too newborn?" He didn't want to bring this discussion to the table because he knew that it would turn ugly, but Krail didn't leave a choice. The can of worms was open. Before he could say more, in a blur of shocking movement, he saw Lord Krail's fist landing on his face. With a roar, he punched him back.

"Father!" Eltanin shouted. But it was late. The two men were on the ground, rolling and punching and taking out years of aggression on each other. Lord Krail could have used his magic on Biham, but he chose to go physical. Maybe because he too couldn't stand the emotional pain.

Eltanin backed from there. If he wanted, he could have separated them, but he realized that this was important for both of them. He walked inside and alerted the guards about it. The guards rushed to be with their Lord, but they met with an air barrier. All they could do was watch the two men fight. All the women of the house also didn't intervene.

They stopped after half an hour of fierce aggression. Eltanin came out with a tumbler of wine in his hands and saw that the two were on the ground, rolling in pain and all bloodied up. Biham glared at him with a swollen eye and managed to push himself off the ground. With shaky legs he walked towards Lord Krail and offered him his hand. Krail took it and he yanked him up. Lord Krail looked at everyone out there. He flicked his wrist to remove the air barrier. Then he looked at Biham and growled, "Come inside. We have a long day ahead!"