Replacement Bride for the Alpha of the North - Chapter 171

Chapter 171: THE SACRIFICE
“Sacrifice for what?” Blake didn’t have any idea about the ritual. Jason had never said anything about the ritual or something close to that.

But apparently, new king from the west had joined this sect, to gain power from them, in his attempt to leverage king Zander’s force.

They called themselves as Dragon Sect, where they believed the dragon was still alive and Vemion was dragon reincarnated, which sounded ridiculous for Blake.

However, what was in front of him was real.

The bloody scream from the little boy was real. He cried so hard, he would have ruined his vocal cord when they drew the blood from his little body and drank it.

Blake wanted to vomit when Archie offered a cup that filled with the boy’s blood.

“Finish it and you will be one of us,” Archie said.

Blake stared at his cup and then glanced at the boy, who was still alive and was sobbing silently, as his life left his eyes and here he was, he needed to drink his blood.

However, Blake realized there was no going back from this. All the people there stared at him from behind their hoodie, waiting for what he was going to do in this situation.

The cup in his hand felt very heavy, but he brought it to his lips and drank the thick liquid. It tasted… sweet.

But suddenly, Blake dropped to his knees and he felt like his organs were being burned. The pain was almost unbearable. He looked up and saw the figures with black cloak, chanted something in strange language, he didn’t understand.

Archie then knelt down in front of him too, as he whispered to his ears.

“Don’t worry my friend. This is only a little taste of what dark magic is.”

And after Blake heard that, his vision was blank. He felt like he was on fire. Probably the dragon was real and he was being burned by its fire.

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The baby was asleep now after his little tummy was full and Zaya and Zander cooed on the little on on his crib.

The two of them were fascinated and argued whether his eyes would take after them or it would take after Dawn’s.

All the royal bloodline would have golden eyes for the first seven days after they were being born, only after that, their real eyes color could be seen. In this case, the royal bloodline wouldn’t be mistaken.

Meanwhile, Zenith stayed with Dawn. She had been cleaned and ate something and now, she was sleepy.

“Have you held the baby?” Dawn asked.

“Not yet,” Zenith replied truthfully and this made Dawn frowned, but he reassured her it was not something like she might imagine. “The baby is very small, Dawn. I am afraid I will hurt him.” He had never held a baby before. To be honest, he had never held a child before. He was not sure how to hold them.

“You need to practice.” Dawn yawned, she was very tired and sleepy.

“I will.” Zenith leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Sleep, Dawn. Thank you, you have done an amazing job. I will handle the rest.”

Dawn closed her eyes and then fell asleep.

Only after Zenith was sure that his mate had fallen asleep, he told Yara to stay with her, while he went to the nursery room, which was right next to their room.

Zaya and Zander were still staring at the baby.

“My baby is not an entertainment,” Zenith said, as he ushered the two of them out of the room, lest they woke the baby up.

“Do you think his lips looks like mine?” Zander contemplated. “No, I think his nose too.”

“If there is something that baby took after, it must be from his father, not you,” Zaya said, reminded Zander that they were twin.

They talked a little bit more before Zaya excused herself, as she wanted to see Dawn and Celine.

“Don’t wake her up,” Zenith warned her.

“Relax, I will not,” Zaya replied and then went to the other room, leaving the two of them alone, but actually, he knew there was something that Zander wanted to talk about with Zenith. They had discussed this and the only solution that Zaya could give Zander was; he needed to talk directly to Zenith about this matter.

And that was what Zander talked about the moment Zaya was out of their earshot, as they walked in the hallway, toward the throne room.

“I want your son to be crowned as the crown prince.”

If there was similarity between the two of them, it must be the fact that they hated it when someone talked in circle. They liked a direct conversation.

“Drop the idea, you are not infertile.”

“No, I am serious,” Zander replied, his tone proved that, since Zenith couldn’t see his facial expression.

“You still can find a second mate, a chosen mate, or even a marriage of convenient. So, we will not discuss this anymore.”

Zander had expected that this would be Zenith’s reaction. “I am not going to take a queen, Zen.”

Zenith stopped walking and now the two of them were facing each other. “Is it because what happened ten years ago?” he looked at his twin closely.

“That and many more.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“I know.”

“So, stop punishing yourself.”

Zander didn’t answer that, he simply stared at the distance and watched the first ray of the sunlight from behind the horizon.

“I wish I can turn back time too,” he said in this gentle voice. “Think about this, Zen and think about this carefully.”

Zenith crossed his arms. He didn’t say much and the two of them resumed walking toward the throne room, where Zenith would announce the birth of his son to all the important figures, who had gathered there.

“Send that king back to his kingdom,” Zenith said before he entered the room. “I couldn’t care less about your steel business and your plan, Zan.”