Chapter 55
The morning that followed was a quiet one for Bashir. He had stayed in the guest house and while it was really bad there, he was aware that nothing could match the madness that was the dinner last night. Everything he had done up to this point was fucking him up big time and if he wasn’t careful, he would also lose the treaty. He contemplated going to the palace, but he couldn’t. The shame was lingering a little too closely and he wasn’t in the position to try and talk to Ralphine. His best friend would ignore him, which would be more embarrassing than the dinner itself.
“Maybe I should take a look at the dungeons, right?” Bashir said to himself as he finally got the courage to step out. It wasn’t something that had been easy for him, but then he couldn’t stay in the damned guest house when there were other asp he needed to recognize. Given Mirza and Asmoria weren’t enemies, he was allowed by the rules to go and check the kingdom. It was honestly the only thing that could keep him close with his sanity, because otherwise, he was at a great loss. Nothing would make sense to him and he needed to keep himself busy.
So dejectedly, the guest Alpha made his way around Asmoria. Watching as the Lycans ran around happily as if everything was okay, Well, they had every right to be happy. They had a queen; one so fierce and feisty, one who wouldn’t take shit from anyone, and a queen who knew what it meant to be at war Ralphine had been through so much her entire life, and that just haunted Bashir more. He more than anyone, should have been more understanding with her, yet he had forced her into a corner, one in which she had to choose between him and Miroslav,
Perhaps a part of Bashir was filled with hope and he wanted to believe that no matter what happened, no matter how hard he pushed, his best friend would always look at him with eyes filled with love. It was supposed to be that easy, but how easy could it be when Ralph was mad at him? She was probably already thinking of ways to eventually kick him out of Asmoria, and Bashir couldn’t even blare her if she decided to do that,
“Hello Alpha Bashir,” Heion greeted when the Alpha walked into the palace. The one disadvantage of heading to the dungeons was the fact that he had to get into the palace and find his way down there. It was crazy enough that he was almost unwanted here, but then life had to go on for everyone. They didn’t just stay and hope that shit would be right, when nothing was ever going to be right for any of them. at least not anytime soon anyway.
There had been lines crossed yesterday, and today, Bashir was being careful not to cross anymore. His lust for his best friend had gotten him screwing up and as he watched Heion stare at him skeptically, the Alpha hoped that he wouldn’t cost his pack this alliance. The Mirza pack needed the alliance with the Lycans more than the Lycans needed the Mirza pack. And that was a reality that had dawned on him after the awful dinner. Fuck it would definitely haunt him for a while longer. Hopefully, he would find a way out before he screwed up even more.
“Hello, Enforcer Heion. How are you this morning?” Bashir greeted in the hopes that Heion himself believed that a good day was seen in the morning. It was a pathetic grasp at a faint reality but then there weren’t that many options lying around for the Alpha to have his pick of the litter, or was there?
“Where to?” Heion asked, his tone still neutral.
“I was hoping to see the dungeons. I could have called for some help, but given the previous occurrence at dinner, I doubt anyone would want to help me. I apologize for the mess I created yesterday. I wanted to bond with her after a long time, I just didn’t realize she was not on the same page as me. I guess saime pasts are really meant to stay just that… pasts not to be revisited,” Bashir said earnestly, and Heion listened to him. He knew that it had to have been awkward for the Alpha, but then he had stepped on that foot on his own. He should have known not to try and mess up the one woman who meant everything to Asmoria anyway.
Bashir stared at the silent enforcer. He was not certain what wood came out of Heion’s mouth, and frankly, he was preparing for the worst. However, when Hei smiled at him, in a less creepy way, as if to tell the Alpha that all was well, Bashir let out a sigh of relief. He was honestly not sure how long he would survive alone in the remains of a mess he had created. This was a sign of hope and even though there was a chance that he was taking long shots, he could only hope that at the end of the day, there was more to be desired than all of the shit from yesterday.
“Of course, we understand. But some things don’t need to be touched. You owe the queen an apology, not me. However, if it makes you feel any better, our queen is an understanding queen Unlike the king. She will try to make the situation lighter. Just don’t piss her off again. That girl is the only reason you live Alpha. Anyway, come along. I’ll show you the dungeons and our most prominent prisoner, Drescher Volkov. from your old pack,” Heion said, adding the last bit carefully as he looked
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It was almost like Heion was looking for hints that Bashir was a traitor or even that Bashir had come to this place to seek the release of Drescher. Then again, there was no telling, given the Alpha was just as vicious. Funny how a single woman had reduced the various Alpha into a mutt at the high table. Then again, to be fair, everyone at the table had been a tad bit. scared of Ralph when she had spoken angrily. It had been new for them all and they were still trying to come to terms with it. Perhaps it would take a little longer than expected, yeah?
“I understand. It was my mistake. Anyway, could you please lead the way then?” Alpha Bashir said to Helon whose face went from being cold and neutral to excited. It was creepy really, but then it wasn’t like Bashir could voice that out. Heion was a dangerous Lycan and was easily the most unhinged in their friend group with Miro. The Alpha had done his homework and he hoped that he wouldn’t press any more unwarranted buttons. He was here for the treaty and he needed to make sure it was just about that.
The walk to the dungeons wasn’t long, given today there weren’t many people in the palace. Everyone was mostly at home resting and given they had worked a little too hard in the past weeks, the king saw it first to give them a chance to rest. That gave the Alpha a chance to see the huge doors labeled ‘guest rooms. There was no cleaning going on, but the Alpha didn’t say a word, he only thought back to the king’s words last night and frankly, he understood them. Perhaps he should have been more careful with everything to avoid creating a mess that couldn’t be cleaned up easily, right?
“The layout is beautiful,” Alpha Bashir said as he looked around,
“Of course, it’s Asmoria… everything about it is beautiful. Ebben the way we kill people is beautiful. We make art using their bodies. You should have seen the way the queen dismembered Polina. It was heartbreaking for a moment because Polina was my best friend and the king’s too, but then seeing the art that had been made by her, was welcoming and worth a second look at whatever was left of my dear friend. It was the best piece of art there was. The king and everyone in the dungeons that day was proud; well, save for the prisoners who finally saw how angry the queen could get and what she did whenever she was that angry.
“It was exemplary. Perhaps we should watch her do it again. Well I hope for your sake that you don’t anger her, because there is no telling what she will do to you. She is a vicious one and we love her for that.” Helon said, intentionally sinking the Alpha once who was done with the description. Of course, there was a chance that the enforcer was exaggerating, but then Bashir knew that there was no reason for that. He himself had known that Ralph was cruel when angry. Just because she accepted everything that was done to her, never really pendant that she would sit and wait for people to step on her while they did whatever they wanted. She would always stand up for herself.
“That is very admirable of her, but I doubt that you said that because you wanted me to know how much she had changed Alpha Bashir said, and Heion smiled at him toothily.
“See, you’re intelligent. Just remember that no matter what happens, just ensure you don’t ruin her mood again. Otherwise, you will be the next piece of magnificent art we see from her. She is a good artist, if it’s any consolation,” Heion said and Bashir just started knowingly. The Lycans were known for their bloodthirst and if this had happened then there is no doubt that Ralph was fully a Lycan now. He was honestly proud of her, and happy for her because these weren’t things that just happened overnight.
“Your dungeons smell addicting, no wonder she was free here,” Alpha Bashir said right when Heion opened the dungeon gates.
Bashir was very aware of how cruel the Lycans were so it was no surprise that he was expecting worse for them.
“Welcome to the beautiful hell that is Asmoria dungeons,” Heion said happily, and Alpha Bashir just smiled at him.
These dungeons were familiar to Bashir, way too familiar, but for now, he would focus on trying to deserts and what the hell was happening in here. Maybe they had changed, right? Maybe the situation was different and maybe, the Asmoria dungeons weren’t as bad as the last time.
“Thank you,” Alpha Bashir said absentmindedly before his focus shifted to the prisoners being tortured. He could hear familiar screams and the familiar smell of the iron rod burning the skin. It was all too familiar, and he wanted to pretend that he had no memory of it, but there was only so much that Bashir could return. The slights had long dimmed on everything he held dear and these dungeons had certainly made sure of that. It hasn’t been easy for hiu, despite the fact that there were so many missing pieces.
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Maybe that was why hearing that Ralph had become the Lycan queen had not been easy for him. He wasn’t sure where he really stood and that scared the hell out of him. This was a home where the only thing that mattered was whether they were alive or not. But then it was also something that Bashir was painstakingly aware of. No one who made it to the Asmoria dungeons ever made it out. It wasn’t rocket science really,
No one had ever been courageous enough to leave and even if they did, there were hefty prices on them all. So much had happened and memories were Bashir’s greatest pain. But then he was here as the Alpha.. He was not supposed to be familiar with these dungeons. He was supposed to be the Alpha who marveled at the art that was the Asmoria dungeons as Heroin had described for him. He was supposed to be the man who wanted to know more about the dungeon system. So, like a switch, the Alpha turned to Heion, curiosity in his eyes.
“Is there a system here? I see there are different people and sizes, or are they just put in the available cells? Alpha Bashir asked, like he didn’t know the answer. But maybe, just maybe, with all the years that had long passed, the systems had changed, right?
Well, he was here to find out and he wouldn’t stop until he got a glimpse of what it meant to be in the Amsonia dungeons.
This would be fun, yeah?
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