Alpha's Bite Between My Legs
Chapter 193: The Unfinished Magic

Chapter 193: The Unfinished Magic

Draco gazed at Rosina’s room, which was full of dust, and the darkness didn’t make the place any better. He sighed deeply when he discovered that Rosina was gone and went away; that broke his heart.

"Ah, what am I doing?" Draco closed his eyes as he sat on the bed. He felt the pressure of getting the crown to himself and thought it was a burden, but he couldn’t escape.

"It will be fine," Draco whispered to console himself as he sighed heavily. He looked at the old bed that was one step away from collapsing. He couldn’t help but think what kind of life Rosina had suffered at the hands of her parents.

"Draco?" Bertrando knocked on the door to get Draco’s attention. He smiled and leaned against the wall.

"What is it?" Draco looked up. He raised his eyebrow toward Bertrando, who was finally awake.

"Where’s Rosina?" Bertrando asked.

"She left, but she will be back after three days. That’s what she said," Draco replied with a sigh. He stood up from the bed and faced Bertrando.

"I see," Bertrando nodded his head in understanding. He saw Draco was about to leave, but he held his arm to stop him. "I have something to say, Draco," he whispered.

"What is it?" Draco looked at him with a furrowed eyebrow. He noted that he would ask Bertrando what had happened to him, but his mind was full of thoughts surrounding Rosina.

"That night..." Bertrando started, but he was stopped by Draco’s hand.

"I don’t want to hear about it. If you and Rosina had something to discuss privately. I have no right to interfere for now," Draco stated, indicating about last night when Bertrando was seen in Rosina’s room. He was about to leave, but Bertrando firmly grabbed him.

"Here me out!" Bertrando raised his voice. He didn’t like how Draco sounded like a jealous man that wouldn’t listen to any explanation.

Draco growled threateningly. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about topics related to Rosina, as he wanted to focus on the war.

"Draco, calm down! You need to hear this!" Bertrando exclaimed, but he could see that Draco’s wolf’s eye was trying to come in control.

Bertrando sighed heavily and let go of Draco’s arm before they got into a fight.

"The dead wolves’ bodies were nowhere to be found last night. They were gone," Bertrando stated softly and looked into Draco’s eyes. He said that even though Draco didn’t have plans to hear him out.

"What?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows even more at what he had heard. "Then how did you end up in Rosina’s room?" he asked, wanting to know the relation between the two scenarios.

"I don’t know how I ended up in the pack house, to be honest. The last thing I remember... someone was there before I lost my consciousness," Bertrando stated and touched his head where his wound was located, but it was now healed by his wolf.

"Are you saying Rosina was the one who did it?" Draco asked. His tone was deep and low since he didn’t like how Bertrando accused Rosina.

"No, Rosina was with you, and she was with you coming to the pack house. It’s a different person, which shows someone was an enemy in our group or a different creature. You heard that weird sounds from the forest last night, right?" Bertrando stepped forward and looked at Draco in the eye.

Draco pursed his lips. He had heard the sound, but when that happened, Rosina was in there. He didn’t want Bertrando to think that Rosina had something to do with it since he believed that Rosina only did a final memorial for the dead wolves.

"I didn’t hear any weird sounds you’re talking about," Draco stated and walked past Bertrando. His troubled mind got even worst. He didn’t want to believe Bertrando’s words but was also curious.

Draco went out of the pack house and saw his men packing up their things since they would get back to the 13th pack, expand their territory between the forest, and make a road leading to the two packs.

Draco walked straight to the forest and to the place where the dead bodies were piled together. Along the way, he could feel his heartbeat get faster as he went closer to the area.

From afar, Draco noticed the sunlight getting through the open space that illuminated the dark place. He stopped walking and observed the surrounding. He saw the tree with three scratches of his claws as a sign that it was where he left the dead bodies, but there were no bodies in sight, even bones.

"What the heck is going on," Draco whispered as he walked directly into the sunlight, blinding him for a few seconds. He looked down and touched the grass, it wasn’t standing straight, and they looked squeezed together.

"It’s the same grass I found in Bertrando’s shirt," Draco stated in the realization that Bertrando wasn’t lying and was in that place from last night.

Stepping back, Draco looked at the whole place as one picture and realized that the sunlight illuminated the exact spot where they put the bodies.

"What’s going on? Where are the bodies? Maybe I’m in the wrong place," Draco asked himself in denial. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He turned around to leave but saw a dark color on one spot of the grass.

Draco crouched down and touched the grass, smelling it from his finger.

"Dried blood," Draco muttered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "This is Bertrando’s blood."

Draco stood up and ran toward the pack. He had so many questions in mind, but there were no answers. He wanted to ask Rosina about her involvement in that case, but she wasn’t around.

"Draco," Cirino called him out. Beside him was Bertrando, who looked grumpy.

Draco went toward them and faced Bertrando. "You’re right. There is no body back in the forest," he stated and received a nod from Bertrando.

"Our warriors checked the forest a few hours ago to find any signs of something that was out of place, but they found nothing," Cirino explained with a tired sigh.

"We should ask Rosina what happened after she gave the dead bodies a final memorial," Bertrando stated. He was not feeling well for some reason, and his head had a severe headache.

"But they’re already dead. Maybe we should focus our energy on creating a plan for attacking the 11th pack," Cirino stated. He wasn’t concerned whether the dead bodies were missing or not. For him, they were already dead and couldn’t bring them harm.

"Yes, but are you not curious at the possibility that someone was behind that weird occurrences?" Bertrando faced Cirino with a sarcastic look.

"No, because time is ticking, and we need to plan before it’s too late. We can always wait for Rosina to arrive back here and ask her about that," Cirino replied with a shrug.

"Yes, we should focus on our plan to attack the 11th pack instead," Draco replied in agreement with Cirino. He looked at Bertrando and patted his shoulder. "You should take some rest first," he said.

They noticed that Bertrando got paler than his usual tanned skin and his eyes had huge bags under them.

"Alright, maybe I should," Bertrando forced a smile before heading out to his tent. He laid down and felt his head getting heavier.

The time that Rosina was using her powers to lock Bertrando’s memories that night. She didn’t realize that her magic wasn’t completed since she got distracted by Draco. She never expected that her magic would fall back.

That caused Bertrando’s body to feel sick from the imbalance of his soul, and the remaining unfinished magic lingered inside his head.

"Ack!" Bertrando leaned on the side and puked out blood. He felt as if someone was scratching his head from the inside, making his body react to the pain he felt.

Bertrando’s wolf was also feeling sick and wasn’t responsive to his calling for help to heal him.

"Ugh," Bertrando groaned and looked at the roof of his tent. It was too bright and hot for him. He wanted something that could cool his body.

"I- I need a b-bath," Bertrando whispered and forced himself to stand up. His eyes saw a pitcher full of water. He grabbed the item, poured the water into his face, and drenched his clothes.

"Bertrando, are you okay?" Cirino called out from the outside. He was concerned about his friend’s condition. When no one responded, he went inside to see what Bertrando was doing.

Cirino’s eyes widened when he saw Bertrando kept on puking black blood.

"Hey! What happened!? Bertrando!" Cirino exclaimed and forced Bertrando to face him. He shrugged Bertrando’s shoulder to get his attention.

"I-I..." Bertrando couldn’t answer since he didn’t know the reason as well. His consciousness started to slip, and his head fell down Cirino’s chest.