Beauty in the beast world-Chapter 327: Death’ game

Lyra had a familiar dream after a long time. Once again, she was inside Rosalie’s body, and this time, she was sitting on the bed. She felt a familiar sluggishness and looked down to only find her stomach bulging. Rosalie was pregnant.

"Are you feeling better now, Mate?" Her musing came to a halt when she heard a voice that was far too familiar. And as expected, there he was. The man that looked like Blake. He was sitting by her knees while he massaged her legs. Lyra.....no, Rosalie stretched out of her hand and caressed the man’s face, "I do feel better, thank you so much, sweetheart"

The man let out a bright smile as soon as she said that. He nuzzled his face against her thighs and looked up at her, "I’m glad, I could be a help, mate"

Rosalie smiled back, her nose crinkled finding it hard to hold herself back from squishing his adorable face. She felt like all the hardships she had experienced till now were worth it. This moment made up for everything and beyond. She continued to caress his face and her fingers slowly reached his lips. She rubbed them before pressing on them and watched as her thumb slowly disappeared inside his mouth.

Sensing his mate’s mood, the man settled on the bed, and this time, he made Rosalie sit on his lap.

They quickly covered the minuscule distance between them and pressed their lips against each other before kissing.

.....

Lyra felt the scene shift. It was like she was watching a movie play out, but this was equally different because she was experiencing all of this from Rosalie’s point of view while remaining inside her body. When Rosalie smiled or cried, Lyra felt it. The emotions inside were very strong like it was Lyra that was going through all this. It didn’t help that Rosalie’s partner looked just like Blake. She felt like the man was far too similar to Blake not only in looks but also in personality. That rough talk as soon as they met, claiming her as his as she had always been his and following her around like a love-sick puppy. The man was completely like Blake.

And as for Rosalie? Why was this woman so much like her? It was frightening. Lyra sometimes felt alarmed by her habits, which were the same as Rosalie’s. It didn’t make any sense. They were two different people, right? Then why were these series of dreams happening only to her?

Again she floated in the unknown land before another image unfolded in front of her. Once again, she was back in Rosalie’s body and this time, it was in pain. Lyra felt everything so vividly, a searing pain struck her stomach as she felt something coming out of her.

Lyra quickly understood. Rosalie was in labor.

"My husband?" She asked between her bated breaths and received answer from a familiar voice.

Luna, Rosalie’s long-time friend held her hands while saying, "He will be here any minute now, you try to relax and concentrate on your labor"

Rosalie’s face fell. She had heard this a hundred times already. Everyone inside the Fae palace said that her husband was coming. But there was no sign of him. She had a bad feeling and as a fairy, her instincts and gut feeling were never wrong. But she refused to believe them and convinced herself that he would be here soon. Her husband would never leave her alone in this crucial moment. He had been looking forward to seeing their daughter as soon as she was born. He wouldn’t miss that for a world.

"He’ll be here" She affirmed to herself and felt Luna squeeze her hand in a firm grip, "Yes, princess. Your husband will be here"

But he never did. Not when she gave birth to their baby girl, not when her father the Fae king announced the birth of the next heir to the throne, not when Rosalie got cleaned up and breastfed their baby, also not when she named her daughter’s name, "Vanadey, Vanadey, Vanadey"

The celebration by the people of the Fae kingdom was loud and reached beyond their realm but her husband never came.

And when he did come, he was not the same as Rosalie had last seen. She blankly looked at her husband’s bloodied corpse while their daughter fussed in her arms. The baby cried for milk, too innocent to realize that her father was no more.

Rosalie took one step at a time, her strong gaint long gone. Now, she stumbled and fumbled making her daughter’s nannies fluster. One of them seemed to make up her mind as she took the baby from her mother’s arm. Rosalie easily let go.

No voice came out of her throat no matter how hard she tried. She wanted to call her husband; he would wake right up if she did, right? He should, He must.

"Aaaa....." She could say only that as she plummeted to her knees and dragged her body towards her husband’s corpse.

"Wa-wake u-up," Rosalie shook him, "Sweetheart? It’s me, Rosalie" She hit hard on her chest, "Your mate! Wake up!"

"Ugh...Ahhhh!" A loud scream followed by uncontrollable tears burst out of her soon. Rosalie was an absolute wreck; she was inconsolable, and she screamed her lungs out. She pulled his body onto her lap and cried. Her palms covered his cheeks as she begged him to open his eyes.

"Rosalie, please calm yourself down, child," Her father said as he tried to console his grief-struck daughter but she heard nothing. Every sense inside her body was focused on her husband. She cried, trying to use her powers in hopes of bringing him back.

Seeing that made her father go pale, "Rose stop!" He yelled at her, "You shouldn’t use your powers, child, you have only given birth it will drain you completely"

But Rosalie didn’t care. She continued to pour all of her powers into her husband’s unresponsive body which made the king take a drastic step. He forcibly pulled his daughter away and used his powers to replenish her lost ones.

"Calm down, child. You too know, our powers can only heal, we cannot reverse the cycle of death"

Rosalie struggled in her father’s hold, but that didn’t last long, as she fainted not long after. The funeral was arranged quickly, and Rosalie’s husband returned to become one with nature in accordance with the beastworld culture.

After that, Rosalie’s life was a blur. She continued to live for her daughter and cried when she felt too overwhelmed. At some point, even her tears dried out. It was ironic, she was a water fairy and yet had no tears left to cry.

Her dull life, though, came to a screeching halt very soon. One day, she heard something that made her life turn upside down.

"What did you just say?"

"I heard that it was Lord Xenon that killed the prince consort. I’m sorry, my lady. I was given specific orders from the king; he told me not to inform you; he said he would explain it to you himself..."

Rosalie saw red. Before the guard could finish his words, she barged out of the Fae palace. Her anger burned inside her, she flew out of the Fae realm and only stopped when she reached the heavenly realm.

She searched and kept on searching for days until she found him.

"It was you"

Xenon turned back as soon as he heard her voice. His face lit up, and his eyes softened, "I knew it, Rose. I knew you would come to me one day. My waiting was not in vain"

Rosalie remained blank while Lyra felt her breath hitch. That face....she didn’t know how to react. Why did Xenon look like Xavier?

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Xenon frowned, "Rose?" Only after he reached her did he see her clearly. Her eyes were sunken and red, she had lost a lot of weight, and her gaze...they looked lifeless. This was not the Rose he had imagined to meet once the time came, "Rose, are you alright?"

Rosalie glared at him, "Why did you do it? Why did you kill my husband, you bastard!?"

Xenon looked confused but that only seemed like indifference from Rose’s perspective. She watched as he opened his disgusting mouth to spew disgusting words, "Your husband? I don’t know what you are talking about"

"You did this to get revenge on me right?" She asked as tears streamed down her cheeks, "But why did it have to him? You could have killed me and be done with it? Why him!? Why did you do that to him!?"

"Rose.....?"

"Bring me back, my husband, you scoundrel." She held his collar and screamed at him, "Give him back...Give my husband back!" Then she broke down, "I beg you, please give my husband back. I can’t live without him"

Rosalie crumbled to the ground as she sobbed loudly. She kept on hitting her heart where her husband’s mating mark had disappeared, "Anyone! Someone, please give him back to me!"

Xenon looked taken aback by her. He tried to hold her but she pushed him away.

"Don’t touch me, you filthy bastard! You murderer" She stood up and looked right at him. Then she suddenly took a step forward and stretched his hand towards his face. She caressed his face, making him lean against her as though desperate for her touch. But for her, she was testing something.

And when she got her answer, Rosalie smiled. It was a very happy smile, "You don’t hate me," she came to a conclusion, "Then you killed my husband because you wanted me? Uh, Xenon, tell me?"

Before he could reply, she took her hand away like she had touched something she shouldn’t, "Great that you still want me"

She laughed at him, "You love me don’t you, Xen?"

Xenon nodded. Rosalie then reached to her back, "Then watch as you see the one you love wither"

"Ah!"

"Rose!" Xenon screamed when he saw Rosalie tear out her own wing. She did not stop at that, as soon as the pain settled, she ripped out the remaining one and threw it to the ground.

Blood seeped out of her back as sharp pain like no other tore through her, "Watch, Xenon. Watch as you see the one you love die"