Replacement Bride for the Alpha of the North - Chapter 233

Chapter 233: THE CRITICAL SITUATION (25)
“What do you mean dead people?” Addie asked Rowan when he walked back with Pyro with ashen expression, he knew something was going on. “I don’t want to fight dead people. I don’t want to fight them at all!”

Addie shuddered with the thought that dead people crawled on the crater’s walls and tried to come back to the living world.

“What is that?”

“Gates of hell,” Pyro replied. He checked on Dawn and Darius.

“What is that? Is that like a gate to an underworld or something?” Addie didn’t like this explanation at all, it made his stomach churned.

“You can say so.”

“I only fought a living creature, not a dead one.”

“Unfortunately, you don’t have the privilege to choose your enemy.” Pyro grimaced when he watched all of the shifters were writhing in pain.

“And what now?” Addie asked. He shuddered when he watched there was something climbing out of the craters. The royal beta was right. The dead came back from the underworld.

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Zander watched the ghosts before him, all of them were wearing the same golden masks like him. Zander stared at them and thought the worst possible think that they could do to him, but then he realized, they were talking, but the language that they used was familiar with him.

He knew that he had heard this language before, but he couldn’t figure out where he had heard this, or when he had come across with this language. He tried to wreck his brain to think of all the possibility, but he still couldn’t get a grasp of it.

The masked man kept talking to him, which made him frustrated, but then they stepped aside and opened a path for the king.

“What is it? Do you want me to come with all of you?” Zander was not sure that was a good idea at all, but he couldn’t stay there and figure out what they wanted to communicate with him when he didn’t even understand what kind of language that they used.

He knew that it was not Andel language, because he could speak it, but then it was not Karam…

Zander tried to exercise his memories, who else the people from different continent that he had come across in his almost three decades of life.

And when he remembered, he stopped walking, he staggered and thankfully, he steadied himself just in time when he remembered the language.

Nadia. His late destined mate.

Nadia came from a tribe in Andel continent and the language that these ghosts spoke was the same like the language from her tribe.

Zander could be mistaken, because it had been so long since the last time he heard someone spoke in that language, but he couldn’t be more sure than this right now.

He gritted his teeth, his mind was in a mess and what he felt right now was a whirlwind of emotions, as he followed these ghosts toward the west garden. He remembered what happened that day, happened in the west garden. The west garden also the place that Nadia loved the most in this palace.

When she was here, the west garden was the most beautiful garden in the palace, but right now, this place was abandoned. It almost looked like a swamp.

There was no beauty that was left, just like how Nadia left him with this bitterness. This swamp was the same like Zander right now.

He followed them, they were everywhere, but actually, they guided Zander to this place by kept staring at a certain direction, while chanting the same thing over and over again. it was not even a song, he didn’t know what was that, but it sounded ominous.

He tried not to think too much about this, but part of him questioned his action and decision to be here, instead of in the room with Zade, while Celine and Hecate tried to save his life.

He felt stupid.

And yet, even if he was inside the room, there was nothing he could do to prevent what happened. He held no real power.

But then, if these ghosts tried to harm him, there was no one could save him, since he was the only one, who could see them and as they walked deeper into the west garden, Zander didn’t bring his golden mask. He left it in front of the door of Zade’s room.

He didn’t want to tempt himself to run away from this again. He was going to see the end of it now.

That was what Zander, thought but when he saw the end of it, he froze. He was stupefied to see her again.

It had been a decade since he saw her, but there she was, as beautiful as ever, like how he remembered her. She didn’t age at all, she was still that young eighteen years old girl that his eighteen years old self loved.

She was standing there, in the end of this path, smiling at him warmly with her golden hair that cascaded down her back, the same hair that he used to run his fingers.

This must be hallucination, but she was talking.

She was smiling at him, her eyes sparkled, as if the flames in the sky reflected perfectly in her green eyes.

Her voice was sweet. She didn’t age at all. She was still her eighteen years old self.

“Hi, Zan,” she greeted him. “It has been a while, don’t you think? I miss you.”

“No way…” Zander muttered, he staggered back. “You are dead.” The word that he just blurted out sent pain in his chest.

In the first few years Nadie’s death, he couldn’t even talk about that night, though he was not open to talk about it even now, but he was fine when someone mentioned about it.

However, he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

“How could this be?”

Nadia tilted her head and giggled, she scrunched her nose and pretended to be sad. “You don’t look happy.”