All Chapters of Be My Second Mate or Die: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“I wish I knew where the secret passageway is,” Julie said, placing a hand on my shoulder with a small smile, “It would’ve made our work much easier,” she added.I sighed, nodding, but my mind was on the conversation I’d just had with Killian.He did help hint at where Archer might be, but a part of me feared that even if I found him, there wouldn’t be much to him anymore.I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, but when I did, I saw the dark figure stabbing Archer, like in my dream.“I’ll find it. Just make sure Killian is safe. We can’t have the rogues getting their hands on him,” I shook my head and said.“Ellie…”“I’m okay, Julie. I know he’s not dead. He can’t be, because he’s the Lycan King. No Lycan King can be that easy to kill.”“Okay then,” Julie clapped her hands together, “You’re right. My cousin is the strongest wolf this kingdom has ever seen, he can’t die easily.”I nodded“Go on then. I’ll keep my eyes out for you but I need you to be careful. I know you’re a big g

Ellie.I felt a sharp stinging pain at the back of my neck when I opened my eyes.‘Where am I?’ I asked myself, as my eyes roamed around the familiar ceiling of the room“Archer’s room,” I muttered under my breath, shutting my eyes again to bask in the comfort of the bed and his familiar scent, but as I did, something clicked, and my eyes flew open.I was in Archer’s room and on his bed when I wasn’t supposed to be. I didn’t notice my hands and feet were bound until I tried to sit up.A mocking laughter instantly filled the room. Raphael.“Where is Archer?” I yelled, but I got a chuckle in response.“I see you’ve finally woken up. I was scared I gave you a heavy dose and killed you in the process,” Raphael rose to his feet, staring down at me hungrily like I was a prey and he the predator.I didn’t want him looking at me like that, especially when he still had Archer’s face.“You can’t kill me easily, and if it weren’t for your dirty tricks, you would’ve been the dead one,” I retorted

Archer.The pain from my midsection was almost unbearable. It was pain I’d never felt before, not even while I fought off enemies in battle. Of course, I knew it was the silver, but I feared there was something else on the knife that killed the area immediately after I was stabbed.The area had a foul smell, indicating that it had been infected, and it wouldn’t take long before the infection would spread.Fuck this!I gritted my teeth, tugging at the roots of my hair as the pungent smell of my injury infiltrated my nose. I shut my eyes tight.I’d never felt useless in my life, because from a young age, I already knew what I was going to do with my life, and I worked hard for it. I was the best at everything thing I did, and wolves feared and worshipped me like I was a direct descendant of the goddess, but sitting in the dark passageway, all of that did not seem to matter anymore. My years of striving and hard work went down the drain because when the Kingdom needed me the most, I coul

Ellie.I stopped abruptly with furrowed brows, utterly confused.“What’s the matter?” I asked, taking one step closer to the cells.Archer sat at the back of the cell, where even the faintest lights didn’t touch him.“The injury is bad. I’m decaying, I’m dying, and I don’t want you to see me like this.” he groaned painfully as he spoke. He almost didn’t sound like himself.I moved forward, and he growled—albeit weakly.“I don’t care about that. I care about you; if you’re in pain, I’m in pain!” I yelled as a lone tear fell from my eyes, breaking my promise to myself.I promised myself that no matter what happened, or what I faced, I wouldn’t shed a tear, but I might have overestimated myself. Or maybe it was because I didn’t imagine a future where Archer would be in such a situation.I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes, and when I released them, I opened them.“I’ll ensure you’re fine, and we’ll fight that rogue together. You always said it, right? That rogues have no place in the

Archer.White.Everything was white and cold when I opened my eyes.I attempted to move, but a sharp pain in my side held me still. A sterile scent filled my nose—clean, antiseptic, suffocating. Where am I?White walls, white ceiling, white sheets. Everything was too clean, too sterile, like a nightmare I couldn't escape. It was then that the memories began to return, trickling back with agonizing clarity.Ellie.Raphael.The pain.I remembered the feel of my body weakening, the way the royal nurses had rushed in on Raphael's order to take me. Ellie was crying.A growl formed deep in my throat, but it was no more than a faint rumble. I tried to sit up, but my limbs betrayed me, limp and unresponsive.It was then that the door to the room creaked open, and in walked Jacob, the royal doctor. His expression was grim, though there was the slightest relief in his eyes when he saw me awake."You're finally