Beast King's Crippled Mate-Chapter 315: I will never leave you, husband

"Husband, I’m sorry for being late. I promise I will never leave you again, husband. I’m so sorry..." Swan murmured as she hugged her husband tightly.

Heavens knew how much she missed his warmth and regretted her decision to leave Gale when she was pregnant.

There had been many instances of her missing her husband’s touch in the Goddess’ realm.

Gale smiled as he hugged his wife and gently caressed her head, "Don’t blame yourself. This is all my fault, Wife."

Swan sobbed on her husband’s chest.

She knew that she was at fault. She refused to listen to Gale back then, and was controlled by her emotions.

She judged him as a cheater and liar and simply left him heartbroken.

They hugged each other for a long time as they were releasing all the longing, extreme forlorn, and deep love they felt for each other.

Meanwhile, Aria had been watching the whole time. She saw how Swan looked so beautiful with her four wings. Her golden hair was shining radiantly, and her body was surrounded with golden dust as if there were hundreds or even thousands of fireflies circling her.

Her dress was pearly white, and the moment she landed, a fragrant scent of various flowers scattered in the air, eradicating the disgusting stench around the area caused by the corpses lying around.

Aria lowered her head, staring at her disgusting body, which had been stitched with many heads and limbs of the undead around her. She looked grotesque and disgusting. The stench coming out of her body was horrible.

Even in her crazed state, Aria was still sane enough to know that she was definitely not as pretty as Swan right now.

Aria’s eyes began to pool with tears as she couldn’t accept this reality. She had been the center of attention ever since she was born, while Swan was just a mere illegitimate daughter that her father decided to toss inside the maid quarter.

None of this would have happened had her mother sent her for Gale instead of Swan. None of this would’ve happened if she killed Swan long ago.

Truth be told, none of this would’ve happened if her father didn’t rape that prostitute, and Swan was never born in the first place.

’How come she gets to have the best in everything while I get to be this disgusting creature? This is not fair!’ Aria protested in her heart. She glared at Swan hatefully and began yelling nonstop, "NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR! NOT FAIR!!"

Aria continued yelling while throwing as many fireballs and lightning bolts as she could, and all of them were intercepted by Swan’s invisible barrier.

Swan and Gale’s reunion was disturbed by the excessive yelling Aria made. Swan turned her head to look at Aria, whose body was so grotesque that Swan was still in shock no matter how many times she saw it.

Aria, her half-sister, who had been hailed as the Golden Princess of Holy Achate for so long, had drowned in depravity until she turned into a ball of flesh.

She accidentally made eye contact with Aria, and Aria saw her golden eyes, which made her even more furious because that was the sign of a true Saintess.

"We have to deal with her first, Sweetheart," Gale said. He tried to get up, but couldn’t as his body was badly wounded.

"Yes, we have to deal with her first," Swan agreed as she kissed him, and healed all of Gale’s wounds with her healing touch. She also restored all of Gale’s strength with it. She finished her kiss once Gale had been fully healed. "How do you feel, husband? Tell me if you’re hurt anywhere."

Gale smiled. He got up from the ground easily and carried Swan in his arms, "I feel great, especially with you by my side. It makes me want to just end this war as soon as possible, and then we can finally sleep."

Swan’s cheeks reddened, "Y-yes, it’s quite tiring..."

"By the way, where is Sol? Is he alright?"

"He is alright. He knew I would have to go to the earth realm, so he encased himself inside a cocoon and rested. We can take him home after this," Swan said.

"Great! I can’t wait to see my son too! Back when Storm Pack was still alive and thriving, the male cubs would often play with their father. We can play fight pretend. I will turn into my true wolf form, and he will have to defeat me!"

Swan giggled.

She playfully hit Gale’s chest and gently rebuked, "He’s only six months old now! He can’t even stand up just yet!"

"Then I’ll wait until he’s at least five! He should be able to play fight around that age, and maybe he will have his very first shapeshift into his wolf form!"

"Oh, b-but you need to be careful, alright? Sol is not a pure werewolf. He’s half angel," Swan warned.

"Of course, I will be careful," Gale promised, but only he knew that he’d be extra rough with his son. After all, it was the tradition of the Alpha wolf to train their cubs to become tough fighters. However, Swan’s gentle nature might have made her disagree with his method.

"Maybe we should turn that guest bedroom near our bedroom into Sol’s room once he is old enough. It’s spacious, and if something happens to him, we can come to him easily."

"Oh! That’s right! I will decorate the room with many heads of the best hunts! Grey mammoth, death falcon, cursed vultures!"

"T-that’s so scary! He might cry!" Swan protested.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! ARRRGHHHHH!!!"

Swan and Gale had been so engrossed with their conversation that they completely forgot about the pile of flesh who kept screaming and throwing attacks one after another to the invisible barrier that Swan created.

"Ah, I forgot about you," Gale commented coldly. "I’ve been missing my wife for so long. I guess it’s time to end this, so we can go home."