Lahat ng Kabanata ng Becoming the Elf King's bride: Kabanata 351 - Kabanata 360

A heavy silence fell between them. Ron didn't even know what to say. He could already tell that nothing he would say would make Eron change his mind. After all, the God was in love. It was just with the wrong person. “Eron…” he murmured after a while. “This is dangerous.” The Earth Spirit’s expression twisted with a mixture of pain and desperation. If Ron turned him down, there was no one else he could turn to. No God would help him, most especially Dareth. If Dareth even knew what was really going on, he would be the first to find Vathar and present him to Zedekiel for justice. Once it gets to that point, his hands would be tied. He would have to watch his lover die right before his eyes. No. He had to find a way to convince Ron to help him. “Wouldn’t you do the same thing if it were your husband, Ron?” he asked quietly. Ron raised his head. “Huh?”“If your beloved husband was to commit a crime against heaven,” Eron said. “Are you telling me you would abandon him? That you’d s

Zedekiel’s upper body was nothing short of sculpted perfection. His chest was broad, taut with lean muscle that flexed subtly with every breath. His abdomen was sharply defined and Prince Ron could count eight packs. The Celestial Zedekiel was certainly ripped! Veins curled up the length of his forearms as he held Ron possessively close, his biceps straining ever so slightly with restrained strength. Prince Ron nearly squealed, slapping both hands over his mouth. Ahh he felt jealous of his past self. He wished he could touch those arms, just a little you know. Trace those veins and feel the strength emanating from those bulging muscles. Surely his past self wouldn't mind right? After all, they were the same person. Just a different timeline. When he gets back, he would surely make his beloved exercise more! His eyes scanned every inch of his past beloved's torso then his gaze drifted lower. Wait, was his past beloved bigger than his present beloved down there? He sneaked away from

The rain came down in a soft drizzle, turning the cobbled path into a shimmering mirror of silver light. Vathar stood there, soaked, staring at Eron as though trying to memorize every detail—his trembling lashes, the way his green robe clung to his form, and those luminous crystal blue eyes filled with confusion and hope.“Vathar?” Eron whispered, stepping forward. It had been a little over a week since they met. He noticed that his lover had become thin, and haggard. “Why did you ask me to come here? What’s going on?” Vathar swallowed and took a few steps back, not wanting to be close to Eron. Despite the distance, he could still smell the god's sweet smelling skin and the delicious fruity scent of his essence. It made his canines ache with the need to sink them into his flesh.Then there was that hunger again, gnawing at the walls of his stomach. It had only been three hours but he felt like he would go crazy if he didn't eat something. Eron felt hurt when he saw that Vathar didn'

“Don’t you get it?” Ron stood up. “Vathar is in danger. All these years, being around you has kept his demonic side dormant. Your magic suppressed it, made him human but you two were apart for a whole week. Your magic must have weakened.”Eron frowned, shaking his head. “No. That’s not possible. I sealed that part of him myself. Even if we’re apart, it can’t just…crack or break. I mean, it is a powerful seal.”“That’s where you’re wrong,” Ron said sharply. “The seal isn’t absolute. It was never meant to be permanent. Come on, Eron, he is the child of the last Dark Lord. His power grows stronger with every passing minute. Only your power, which is the foundation of that seal, can suppress it. Most especially because he trusts you and lets his guard down around you. The farther apart you are, the more the seal weakens. And when that happens, his powers leak out. Maybe he has even noticed.” He squatted and held Eron by the shoulders. “Think, Eron. When you last saw him, how did he look?

“No!” Eron gasped, panic flaring in his chest. He looked down at Vathar, whose lips were stained crimson, eyes fluttering shut from the intoxication of divine blood. “No… no, please…” He didn’t want Vathar out of his sight. It was his fault that he allowed Vathar to ignore him for a full week. If he had just tried to be around him, then none of this would have happened. Vathar would still be normal. They would have been in the grove, happily spending time together.Ron stepped forward, gently but firmly placing a hand on Eron’s shoulder. “You have to trust them,” he said, nodding toward the demons. “They are his people. They will not harm him. It’s the only way, Eron.”Eron’s voice trembled. “Will he be safe with you?” he asked, his eyes never leaving Vathar.“Of course, Lord Eron.” The lead demon bowed low. “To tell the truth, we don’t know why he reacted this way.”Ron frowned, glancing at Vathar. Ever since Eron said Vathar found out about Dareth, he had been suspicious about the