Chapter 240
In “He Asked Me to Leave My Dreams, So I Decided to Make Him One of Them,” Maximus, a powerful king, finds himself engulfed in a storm of rage after realizing Rania is missing. Alone in a clearing, he unleashes his pent-up fury against a group of warriors who foolishly attempt to subdue him. Their efforts are in vain, as Maximus, embodying pure wrath, dispatches them with brutal efficiency. The scene is chaotic, filled with violence and desperation, as the warriors, led by Eric, realize the futility of their struggle against a king who is more beast than man.
As the battle rages on, the warriors’ numbers dwindle, and their morale falters. They are driven by a reckless sense of honor, but Maximus shows no signs of fatigue. Instead, he revels in the chaos, displaying a twisted amusement as he toys with his attackers. Eric, caught in the madness, grapples with the decision to fight or flee, but the overwhelming power of the king makes retreat seem like the only viable option. The atmosphere is thick with tension, as the warriors face the grim reality of their impending doom.
In a desperate bid for survival, Eric commands a retreat, but Maximus, fueled by vengeance and a primal need to protect what is his, does not allow them to escape easily. The king’s brutality escalates, satisfying a bloodlust he has long suppressed. When Eric attempts to flee, he is swiftly captured by Maximus, who demands answers about Rania’s whereabouts. The emotional stakes rise as Eric, despite his pain, defiantly taunts the king, hoping to buy time for his comrades.
As the confrontation escalates, Eric’s defiance leads to excruciating consequences. Maximus, desperate for information, begins to inflict pain on Eric, seeking to uncover the truth about Rania. The intensity of the scene heightens as Eric, resigned to his fate, reveals a devastating piece of information—Rania is dead. This revelation sends shockwaves through Maximus, momentarily halting his wrath as he processes the scent of familiarity that suddenly fills the air, hinting at a deeper connection and the potential for a twist in the narrative. The story captures the raw emotions of rage, desperation, and the complex dynamics of power, love, and loss.
**He Asked Me to Leave My Dreams, So I Decided to Make Him One of Them by Mira Lorian p>
Maximus stood alone in the dimly lit clearing, the tension in the air thick enough to slice through. Once he confirmed that Rania was nowhere to be found, a storm brewed within him—a tempest of rage that had been pent up for far too long. The beast within him surged forth, wild and unrestrained. It had been a considerable time since he had unleashed such fury.
The night erupted with chaos as at least eight warriors lunged at him simultaneously, their desperate attempts to subdue him proving futile. They were like moths drawn to a flame, but this flame was far too fierce for them to handle. Each warrior who dared approach him suffered a vicious backlash, their bodies flung aside as if they were mere playthings.
The king was a force of nature, his black fur glistening under the moonlight as he let out a roar that echoed through the forest. It was a sound that could freeze blood and send shivers down the spine of even the bravest souls. In that moment, the warriors forgot any titles they might have given him; all they could see was the embodiment of pure wrath.
I felt a surge of defiance rising within me. I wanted to challenge the madness that had overtaken Maximus, to confront the darkness that lurked in his heart. These warriors, foolishly underestimating him, deserved to face the consequences of their actions.
“Attack him!” Eric’s voice pierced through the chaos, rallying the remaining warriors who still stood by his side. Fifteen had begun this fight, but now only a handful remained, the others having fallen in the brutal assault on the pack house.
This was a reckless mission, bordering on suicidal. With no sanctuary to retreat to, they knew that if they were to fall, they would drag the king down with them, a twisted sense of honor in their desperation.
That was their plan, but Maximus was not an easy target. Within the span of an hour, he had dispatched six warriors, their bodies left mangled and lifeless—limbs torn from their torsos like discarded toys.
Yet, despite the losses, nine beasts still surrounded the king, Eric among them. He led the remaining warriors in a desperate charge, their eyes burning with the ferocity of their cause. This was their moment, their singular opportunity to bring the king to his knees.
Fueled by their collective rage, they managed to claw at the king’s face, drawing blood. But Maximus’s healing abilities were far beyond that of an average shifter; his wounds closed almost instantaneously, and he retaliated, claiming two more lives in swift, brutal fashion.
Eric’s heart sank as he realized the futility of their struggle. The king showed no signs of fatigue; if anything, his eyes glinted with a twisted amusement as he toyed with his prey, reveling in the chaos of the battle. It was as if this was nothing more than a game to him, a dark delight in the carnage he wrought.
This was the true nature of the mad king.
Eric felt a chill run down his spine. The madness surrounding Maximus was almost palpable, a living thing that thrived on bloodshed. Just as Eric was grappling with his next move—whether to retreat or fight to the bitter end—the king charged forward once more, claiming yet another warrior’s life.
With a vicious snap of his jaws, the black beast seized one of the warriors by the neck, tearing it apart with a primal ferocity that left Eric breathless. The head rolled to a stop at Eric’s feet, a grim reminder of their dire situation.
[Retreat!] Eric’s voice thundered through the mindlink, panic lacing his thoughts. With only six warriors left, and the king systematically eliminating them one by one, their chances of survival dwindled rapidly.
They stood no chance. The king remained unscathed, his wounds healed entirely, while only the blood of his enemies stained his powerful form.
[Retreat! Retreat!] he commanded again, desperation creeping into his tone. If they had failed with fifteen warriors, what hope did five have against such a formidable foe?
But the mad king, fueled by vengeance and the need to protect what was his, would not let them escape so easily. With a primal roar, he lunged at yet another warrior, his claws carving a gruesome path through flesh, leaving nothing but carnage in his wake.
This brutality was unnecessary, but it satisfied the bloodlust that had been simmering within him, a hunger he had suppressed for too long, knowing Rania would disapprove.
Eric, realizing the gravity of the situation, sprinted with all his might in his beast form. Yet, no matter how fast he ran, he could not outpace the king. It was only moments before Maximus tackled him to the ground, pinning him down with a snarl that dripped with menace.
“Shift back,” Maximus commanded, his voice laced with the authority of an alpha. Eric had no choice; he complied, shifting back into his human form under the weight of the king’s presence.
Maximus did not kill him immediately. Instead, he needed answers—where was Rania? What had happened to her? The absence of his mate was painfully evident; had she been there, the warriors would have used her to threaten him during the massacre.
“Kill me! Just kill me!” Eric spat defiantly, though deep down he knew his fate was sealed. He hoped that by buying time, the remaining warriors might escape. “KILL ME p>
In a swift motion, Maximus shifted back as well, pinning Eric down with a ferocity that broke his shoulders, rendering him immobile. The pain was excruciating; broken bones took longer to heal than mere cuts, and Eric’s healing abilities would be rendered useless for hours.
“What happened to her?” Maximus’s voice was dark, filled with a chilling intensity as he loomed over Eric, his foot pressing down on the injured shoulder.
“What? You care about her?” Eric grunted through gritted teeth, a bitter laugh escaping his lips despite the agony. If looks could kill, Maximus would have been a lifeless husk from the hatred radiating from Eric’s eyes. “She’s dead. She fell from the cliff and died p>
Eric’s scream pierced the night as Maximus applied more pressure, his patience wearing thin.
“I won’t ask you again. Answer me, or you’ll beg for death,” Maximus warned, his electric blue eyes darkening, the promise of violence hanging in the air.
But Eric had nothing left to lose.
“Do whatever you want…” He closed his eyes, resigning himself to fate. Maximus remained true to his word, the king’s wrath unleashed as he began to sever Eric’s fingers one by one. The forest echoed with Eric’s screams as Maximus methodically chopped away at his right hand.
“Stop! Stop that! Or I’m going to kill her!” Eric cried out, desperation seeping into his voice.
It was not the threat that halted Maximus, but the familiar scent that wafted through the air, a scent that sent a jolt of recognition through him.
In the aftermath of the brutal confrontation, the clearing lay shrouded in a heavy silence, punctuated only by the ragged breaths of the surviving warriors and the distant echoes of their fallen comrades. Maximus, once a king cloaked in madness, now stood at a precipice of realization. The chaotic tempest within him began to subside, replaced by a flicker of clarity ignited by the scent of Rania, the one person who could tether him to his humanity. As he scanned the shadows, the weight of his actions bore down upon him, the bloodshed a stark reminder of the monster he had become. In that moment, he understood that his fury had not only cost him the respect of his pack but also threatened to sever the bond with the very soul who could save him from himself.
Rania’s presence was a lifeline, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that had consumed him. As the scent enveloped him, memories of love and dreams intertwined, urging him to reclaim the man he once was. The realization that he had nearly lost everything, including her, ignited a new fire within him—one not fueled by rage, but by a desperate need for redemption. Maximus turned his gaze from the carnage, his heart pounding with the resolve to protect what mattered most. The battle had transformed him, not just into a beast driven by vengeance but into a man who understood the fragility of love and the strength found in vulnerability. With Rania at the forefront of his mind, he vowed to embrace his dreams, not just for himself, but for the future they could forge together.
In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate as Maximus grapples with the revelation of Rania’s scent in the air. This unexpected twist will ignite a flicker of hope amidst the chaos, leaving both him and the remaining warriors questioning everything they thought they knew. Will Rania emerge as a beacon of light in Maximus’s dark world, or will her absence continue to fuel the madness that has consumed him? As the king wrestles with his primal instincts and the remnants of his humanity, the stakes will rise, and the battlefield will become a stage for a confrontation that could change the fate of all involved.
Moreover, Eric’s defiance and desperation will take center stage as he struggles to survive under Maximus’s wrath. The brutal reality of their situation will force him to confront his own fears and regrets, leading to a pivotal moment of vulnerability. Will he reveal the truth about Rania’s fate, or will his bitterness lead him to a darker end? As the battle rages on and the forest bears witness to their turmoil, alliances may shift, and new threats may emerge from the shadows. Readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eagerly anticipating how the characters will navigate the treacherous waters of loyalty, vengeance, and the unbreakable bond of love that could either save or doom them all.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.