Beauty in the beast world-Chapter 328: The namesake

Lyra woke up with a start. Tears streamed down her cheeks like they wouldn’t stop any time soon. Her hands scrambled trying to reach her back where an excruciating pain ripped through her own body. Her limbs, skin, and even bones hurt. She had never before experienced something like this.

"Stop it!" She screamed at the top of her lungs sending all of her mates into alert. The one nearest to her held her tightly in his arms trying to calm her down. Demir initially thought that his mate was having a nightmare, but he soon threw that notion out of the window when he saw her eyes wide open. He could clearly see that she was conscious and something was hurting her. His hunch turned out to be true because the next moment Killian was standing right outside their sleeping quarters while he looked like he was hurting.

"Make it stop!" Lyra screamed again as she wrenched her hands away from Demir before reaching toward her back. Right on cue, Killian groaned and gasped like a gravely wounded beast and was reduced to his knees.

Demir’s instinct went haywire as soon as he saw it. He quickly turned to his mate and checked her back while ripping her dress open. His brows furrowed in confusion when he didn’t find anything that would cause her discomfort. There were no signs of any injury and nothing that could hurt her but his heart did hurt seeing his mate’s condition. She was clearly in pain but what could he do without even knowing the cause?

The only thing he could do was cover her with the hide blanket and hold her close. It was a desperate attempt to stop his mate from causing harm to herself. She was constantly trying to scratch and tear her back which had caused it to become inflamed.

Then he saw Victor enter the room crowding it.

"What happened?" Victor quickly moved towards his crying mate and sat near her. His frantic eyes roamed around her trying to find what was wrong, "Demir, why is she crying!?"

"I don’t know," Demir answered, feeling helpless. Victor was angry by what he heard, but instead of confronting the former, he decided to attend to his mate. His heart ached to see his sweet girl’s tears; he got up and fetched the pitcher by the bedside and poured water into a glass before bringing it to her.

"Here, sweet girl, drink it." he brought the glass near her lips and urged her to take a sip. Lyra was too much in pain to hear his words but she did open her mouth almost mechanically.

"This will not do," Demir sighed and handed his mate to Victor, "I’ll bring Darcio." Both of them knew this was not a simple matter that a tribe healer could solve. Both their mate and Killian were in pain, that too without having any open injury.

Victor cuddled his mate closer to his chest. He looked beyond the door in hopes of finding Blake, Kyrell, and Kaizer but it seemed like they were running late. As for Lucas and Noah, they were away taking care of their tribe matters. Now only he, demir, and Killian were present in the house.

Lyra squeezed her eyes shut trying to convince herself that this was all a dream. This was another one of her dreams and nothing else. The pain she was feeling right now would pass, it would end soon...just like Rosalie met her end and just like her husband met her end! "No!" Lyra screamed when she recalled that awful memory. It hit her like the most dangerous waves which left her gasping for air.

"Blake?" She called her eyes frantic, "Blake!" She wanted to see him to erase that wretched image from her mind. The image where he was lying lifeless while she cried. The realization of it all made Lyra overwhelmed. Now she understood that Rosalie was not some stranger, no.....that woman was herself. The experiences she went through were all her own. Rosalie’s husband and her Blake were the same person.

Lyra felt like she had solved some ridiculous puzzle that, in turn, would leave her life all jumbled. That sadness Rosalie felt when she saw her husband’s dead body, Lyra felt it too. The betrayal she experienced when her ex-lover broke her trust was far too real to consider it as just another dream. Most importantly, the absolute pain Rosalie felt when she ripped her wings could not be mimicked unless Lyra went through it herself.

Her mind was delirious and hazy but one thing was clear. Rosalie and Lyra were one person.

"Blake....."Lyra whispered hoarsely trying her best to keep herself aware, "Blake...." She kept on murmuring, and her voice grew softer with each time, like she herself was fading away.

Victor observed his mate and couldn’t help but frown. Was this one of her nightmares? Why was this happening to his mate? "Blake will be here soon, sweet girl," he said while hugging her closer. His lips landed on the crown of her head. Instead of Jealousy, all he felt at the moment was worry for his mate. He just wished Blake was here because Victor knew, the only one that could calm and help their mate after she had these nightmares was Blake.

And as though hearing his prayers, the wind god granted his wishes. Victor felt Blake’s presence inside the house. They were here. Blake, Kaizer, and Kyrell.

Down the stairs, Blake froze in his steps when he felt the same uncomfortable feeling he would get whenever something was wrong with his mate. Kaizer and Kyrell looked at him in confusion as he rushed towards his mate’s room.

He was there in seconds and frowned when he saw his mate’s condition. She was shivering in Victor’s arms while silent tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Lilly!" He shouted, half-crazed, and strode towards her. Victor quickly stepped aside while he handed his mate to Blake. The latter settled her on his thighs and gathered her face into his palms.

"Lilly? What happened? Why are you crying?" He checked her face and groaned in agony when he saw her puffy red eyes. That looked like it would hurt, "My love, please talk to me" he pleaded with her while kissing her cheeks. Any reaction from her would do, he just wished she responded.

Lyra, on the other hand, didn’t hear anything. Her eyes were lifeless as she gazed into the void. Only after a long time did she look up and see Blake, and when she did, it was like a dam had burst through.

"Blake?" She couldn’t believe her eyes. Her Blake...her beloved husband was right before her. Well and alive. Her shaky fingers traced his face as though she was trying to memorize his image into her soul. He was her entire existence, "My husband....." She smiled. It would not matter if she died right that moment for looking at his face while doing so would be her life’s greatest achievement.

"Lilly," he called out, making her smile once again.

"Why do you call me Lilly?" She asked suddenly.

Blake furrowed his brows and replied hesitantly, "That was my mother’s favorite flower"

"Are you sure?" Lyra said kissing his temple, "Are you sure that is why?"

Blake thought about it. He remembered nothing of his mother, for she died when he was very young, but he always remembered beautiful Lilles in a pond. Those were the only things he remembered from his younger age. Strange.....why did he think that they were his mother’s favorite flower? She never said that to him.

Lyra squeezed his hand, "You know Blake, there was a man that I loved in the past"

All of her mates became tense as she continued, "I loved him so much that I married him even though he was not of my kind. That man...that wonderful man always bothered me by refusing to call my name. He said that it didn’t suit me"

Blake was utterly confused, but Lyra kept on going, "He called me his mate, and that’s it. You see, he said that it made him happy to always call me his mate; the silly man liked that I was his mate." Lyra caressed Blake’s face and added, "He said that my name didn’t suit me. Me and that man once visited a pink Lily pond and you know what he said? He told me that instead of my namesake, Rose, I resembled Lily more. Particularly pink ones. He said that just like they stand for hope and reverence, I was his life’s hope. And he....he was someone that wanted to admire me, his life’s only Lilly"

Lyra felt tears gather in her eyes. She gazed up at her mate with adoration just like he had done till now, "My wonderful man, just how much more do you want me to love you? My entire being is filled with you" Then her voice turned sad, "Blake?" freёnovelkiss.com

"Yes"

"Do you know the man I’m talking about?"

Blake pulled his mate closer to him, "No"

Lyra’s throat felt heavy, "Will you still continue calling me Lilly? Even after what I said about that man?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Because it doesn’t matter" Blake answered, "I don’t care who came into your life before me, you are my Lilly and that will never change"