Chapter one hundred and twenty two

Unknown’s POV

You know how it feels when you win a trophy after coming first place? That was how I felt after taking out the old man. I spent the most of my time reminiscing about it and wishing that it was King Luka himself. I wanted to make his life more miserable than it already was.

No matter how much he had refused to admit, his life was miserable. Everyone knew after the disappearance of his mate, he had fallen into a great state of depression and I was so proud of how much this was going to throw him off.

We all knew how strong he was, all we needed for him was to loose focus and then we will sneak in and pounce on them. I wish I was the one who took his mate, I would have brought her head on a platter of gold and left it at his gate.

I would have given anything to see the horror on his face, anything.

It was an old news to my ears when the whole town knew about what had happened.

Walking through it, I could hear the whisperings and the murmurings. They seemed even more afraid