My Boyfriend Is A Campus Bad Boy - Chapter 197

Lord Solomon moved his index finger, turned his head sideways in an odd, strange way. He was sweating profusely, his face filled with fear and confusion.

“N– no! Don’t take him from me!” He lifted his arm while having a nightmare.

In the middle of deep, peaceful forest, a group of women gathered around. They were wearing a long, disturbing black dress, their heads was covered with a hood.

They weren’t just an ordinary women because of their long, sharp fingernails and hideous face. All of them was laughing so loud, glorifying their temporary triumph.

In the center of a wide field, there was a big bonfire that became a source of light in the middle of the cold night. Few steps away from the burning smoke, there was a young man who was tied up and unconscious.

Next to him was Lord Solomon who had finally awakened by the exasperating laughter that echoed around the forest..

He gulped, listened carefully to the sinister sound and women around him. “W– where am I?” he thought, looking throughout the entire field. “Those evil witches abducted me–” he stopped when he realized that he wasn’t alone.

At his right side, he saw a young man who was unconscious. His arms filled with blood that gave him a little hope and faith.

In despair, he shook his head and wriggled his hands secretly. It was tired up with a thick rope, even his feet.

“Huh, I need to help him escape from this place.” he murmured, writhed his body as he could feel the cold ground that rubbed off to his back.

Lord Solomon tried harder to escape but the loud laughter stopped suddely. And he noticed that every woman stood firm and straight in a two rows and gave a way to someone else who has a higher position.

“The queen is here! Keep your head low and never look at her eyes without her permission! Do you understand?”

“Yes!” said the majority in chorus.

From then, Lord Solomon held his breath back when a girl appeared out of nowhere. She looked young, beautiful even her face was covered with a black mask.

Her stance was quite familiar but he couldn’t remember it exactly. “W– who are you?”

Lord Solomon widened his eyes when he caught a glimpse of a woman who just arrived. As part of the plan, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

“Wake the old man up, now!” said the woman with authority.

As quick as it was, two women took a pale of cold water and splashed it to his face. He gasped, chased his breath as he almost killed by the cold sensation of the water.

They giggled, threw the empty pale to the ground that created a horrifying noise.

“Hey, old man! Wake up before I pull out your eyes!”

“Hahahaha! He couldn’t see our queen if you’ll put out that glowing blue eyes! Look at him, he seemed strong and fearless.”

The two women agreed with something until the old man whined in pain.

“Ahh! W– what… what do you want from me, huh? And why did you bring him with me?”

He turned his head to the young man who was still unconscious. His shoulders moved in an odd way, his knees trembled when a woman slowly walked into his way.

She looked young, beautiful with the black dress she was wearing. But her face was covered with a mask but Lord Solomon felt something familiar.

Her sweet yet fatal presence made him felt cold and vulnerable. The trees that danced with the rhythm made by the howling, cold wind.

“Show honor to the queen, now!”

Lord Solomon glanced up at the midnight sun that shone through the sky. He gasped, looked at the women who bowed their heads and remained still while the young girl they called as their queen slowly walked into his way.

Her tantalizing eyes was the only thing that he had seen. It was clear, reflecting on the bright light that came from the sky.

“Bow your head if you don’t want to be headless!” said one of the women who suddenly pointed a strange sword on his neck.

Frightened by her threat, Lord Solomon quickly bow his head and gave respect to the queen who stopped right in front of him.

“It’s been a while since the last time we met, Lord Solomon.” said the Queen. She smiled, looked intently into his bluish, fearful eyes. “I apologize if I have to do this with you and with your beloved his son.”

Furiously, he glared at her sharply, “Who are you, young lady? Why are they calling you queen?”

He seemed surprised but the young lady burst into laughter. Until he realized that she was holding a dagger. Frighteningly, he pulled back and embraced himself.

“W– what are you trying to do? L– leave me alone!”

The rage within started to awaken but because of the curse of the witches, Lord Solomon couldn’t transform into a beast form.

He gulped, stared at the queen who abruptly stopped and she said, “Even how hard you tried, nothing will change! Your beloved grandson was meant to be dead for loving a witch’s daughter!”

“Hahahaha, and it would be a tragic ending for the two of them!”

“How did you know about the prophecy?” he fearlessly asked the Queen. “Answer me!”

BOGSH!

A strong, painful strike touched and cut the old man’s arms. Blood flowed into his wrist down and palm. It seemed like a river filled with water and impossible to be blocked by his bare hands.

“I’ve warned you, but you keep on disobeying the rules!” The woman with a fatal sword took a deep breath after she hit Lord Solomon’s right arm.

She quickly stood straight, now her head in front of the queen who seemed unbothered and still calm despite a bloody, cruel scene.

She looked merciless, cruel even if she did nothing wrong with him. “Are you happy, huh?” he gasped, gritted his teeth while he used his palm as a patch to his bleeding wound. “If killing someone who’s hopeless like an old man, then why don’t you grab that swor from her and stab it right into my chest?”

“KILL ME WITH YOUR OWN HANDS, MY QUEEN!” Lord Solomon screamed but he was awakened from a terrible nightmare, sweating and breathing deeply.

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Sebastian didn’t stop tapping his grandpa’s cold, pale face while feeling blue. He knew he was dreaming, a bad dream that made him filled with tears and fear.

“Grandpa! Grandpa!”

He has no choice but to use his strength or else, Lord Solomon would be trapped in his dream.

“Are you happy, huh?”

Suddenly, the old man spoke. He sounded like a fearless warrior who was in the brink of death, his deep voice brought fear to Sebastian.

“W– what are you talking about? P– please, please you have to wake up, now!”

Eager to save him, he gently shook the old man’s shoulders hoping that it would be effective. Yet, nothing changed and it made him bothered.

“KILL ME WITH YOUR OWN HANDS, MY QUEEN!”

And once again, Lord Solomon spoke in the middle of nowhere. He was sweating profusely, gritted his teeth like something terrible happened.

Sebastian shook his head in disbelief. To his terror, he earned his courage and strength and quickly slapped Lord Solomon’s cheek.

“Huh! Huh! Huh!”

Lord Solomon was awakened by his strategy. He gasped, looked throughout the entire room until he saw Sebastian’s worried face.

He gulped, felt a little bit thirsty. “S– Sebastian, i– is that you?” he asked, blinked his eyes slowly.

“Yes, grandpa! It’s me, Sebastian!” he answered with a smile on his lips like nothing happened earlier. “Why? Do you need something to eat?”

“I am not hungry… but can you get me a glass of water? I felt too nervous because of that bad dream.”

Sebastian confusedly looked at him but the old man turned his head and stared at the closed, plain window.

As quick as it was, he walked into the side table and poured the empty glass with lukewarm water.

But something bothered him about. Since Lord Solomon was cursed by the queen of witches, his body became weak that led him to be forever an ordinary man.

He couldn’t transform into a werewolf form anymore unless someone found the right antidote against the powerful spell.

Silently, he walked back into his grandpa who was patiently waiting for the water. His throat turned dry as he gulped countless times in his dreams.

Due to the tension between him and the group of women in black, the fluid in his body decreased rapidly.

“Let me help you, Grandpa.” said Sebastian.

He helped the old man sipped some water and afterwards, he felt a cold sensation in his shoulder.

Surprisingly, he glanced up at the young alpha who looked confused and frightened of by his bizarre actions.

Sebastian’s sighed, “W– why granpda, do you n– need something else?”

But a couple of minutes passed by still, Lord Solomon didn’t utter a word. He was confused, hesitant to ask him about the real identity of the girl who captured his heart.

It didn’t make sense at all, rather, it bothered the young alpha who impatiently waited for something that flattered him in some ways.

“I– if you want some time, I’ll be right back in a minute–” Sebastian paused, gulped greedily when Lord Solomon opened his mouth widely.

He blinked his eyes and he said, “Have you ever fallen in love with a witch?”