"Lord Carter of blood moon is here to see you."

Elara's heart leapt at the words. Lord Carter came. A wide smile over took the frown on her face.

"Take me to him." She demanded and the girl nodded, leading the way immediately.

This was good news for Elara. Infact it was the best news. This meant she could trust Carter. He answered her messages and came. That's a good ally.

She came to the living room, Carter was standing still in the center of the room, looking around the place in mild disgust. She didn't care though. The place disgusted her just as much.

"Lord Carter." She called, drawing the man's attention to her.

Carters gaze fell on her, some emotion she couldn't name flickering over his face. "Ah, General Elara of the Obsidan kingdom." He called fully the paused. "Or should I say former General."

Elara's smile dropped, her fists tightening. She took a step forward. "I don't take you for the type to indulge in petty remarks such as this."

Carter cocked his brows. "Is it petty or is it facts?" He shook his head, eyes falling on each furniture in the place. "Who would've thought. You wanted to own it all. The kingdom. It's people and the king but here you are….Banished and an outcast."

"Lord Carter.." Elara gritted out through clenched teeth.

"The king didn't blink twice before sending you off. He sent you right in the midsts of villagers like a random outcast. Isn't that just pathetic." He said, clearly amused.

"Tell me, Have you come to mock me?"

Carter sighed wistfully. "No. I have come to ask why you keep sending messages? What need are those for, Elara?"

Elara's taken aback slightly. "What do you mean 'what need?'" She snapped, unable to hold back her anger anymore.

Carter stared at her blankly. "Watch your tone girl. You no longer hold the position that gave you power. Now, you're no more but an ant I can crush right in my hand."

Elara's eyes widened at his words, anger and humiliation crashing in her chest. "I helped you," she hissed. "Don't forget that."

Carter's expression didn't shift. "I haven't. But the difference between us, Elara, is that I don't cling to the past when it no longer serves me."

"No longer serves you?" Elara scoffed. "Why exactly have you come?" She asked.

"To warn you." He stepped closer to her, eyes gleaming with wickedness. "Those letters, those messages you keep sending to my estate. Stop it. I see them, I read them and I don't care about them."

"What?"

"You heard me. Everyone you sent those things have seen them and tossed them into the fire to burn. No one wants to be associated with a failure. A banished and disgraced general. I have come to tell you never to send those darn messages again. It has taken me years to build my name and I refuse to have it tarnished because of you. I won't associate myself or my pack with a discarded wannabe concubine."

Elara's body trembled with rage. She knew Carter was a cold hearted bastard and now she was experiencing it first hand.

"You owe me—" she gritted out.

"I owe you nothing! We have a mutual agreement that was fulfilled. You help Veronica into the palace and I help with the rogues. Our agreement has been completed and now I owe you nothing!" He snarled, grabbing her arm tight, cutting off the blood supply.

Elara yanked her arm away, eyes wild with rage. "I risked everything to help you. I could've lost my life for that and you'll stand here and tell me you owe me nothing! You owe me everything, Lord Carter." She growled, eyes burning red.

"You must be a bigger fool than I thought to think that I, Lord Carter of blood moon. First of his name. Owes you, A lowly bastard brought into obsidian something.

Elara's ear rang loudly. Carter stepped closer to her, "Did you forget for a second who you are, Elara? You're a filthy low blood who got the opportunity to play with the royals and now….you've lost everything." Carter cut in coldly, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeve like touching her had soiled him. "You gambled, Elara. And you failed. Miserably."

He stepped back, eyeing the place like it was filth. "This is where you belong. Amongst your kind. Filthy low borns like you." He turned to leave.

"Take one step out and I'll sing, Carter. I'll sing like a damn bird." Elara snapped and the man stopped in his steps.

Elara smirked. "Tell me, do you want that? That precious name of yours. The one you care about so much that you've spent years building. I'll tarnish it in a single second. Tell me, how would you like that. To have everyone know that you provided the rogues. That your son in law is a feral beast no one knows about. How would you—"

She didn't get to complete her words as Carter jumped right in front her, hand wrapped around her neck, back pressed against the wall.

"You can't. You don't have the guts to implicate yourself further." He snarled as his grip tightened around her neck.

Elara struggled to smirk. "Do I? I have fallen so low I might as well search for the devil himself. You think with how low I am, I care about myself anymore. I don't. Not anymore. And I promise you, I won't go down alone. I'll tell everyone who cares to listen. I'll tell Thorne himself what you have done. Let's see just how much your precious name can handle."

"Elara.." Carter snarled.

"Do it. Snap my neck and be done with it because if you leave me alive here. I'll expose the truth. I won't go down for this alone. Not anymore."

Carter stared at her, she couldn't see the heeled working in his head. He was an highly intelligent man. He could decipher how this could end and there was only one way it could end.

Carter released and she fell to the ground, coughing and gasping to catch her breath. She glared at the man, face red, eyes watering.

Carter stepped back, adjusting his clothes. He smirked. "Do it. Tell everyone who cares to hear that I, Lord Carter provided the rogues for you. Tell the king, the councilmen. Let's see who believes you, a lowlife bastard, a disgraced, exiled general over me, head councilman." He grinned, turning to leave.

Elara's chest heaved heavily as she watched him walk away. "Don't think for a second that this is the end, Lord Carter. I will be back and you'll be the first on my hit list. I will be back!" Elara screamed.

Carter smiled as he stepped out the place, the air was warm, just as he liked it. His gaze flickered to the carriage at the end of the stairs, his daughter Veronica stood before it, face troubled and his smile dropped.

"What is it?" He asked the moment he climbed down the stairs.

Veronica stepped next to him. "How is she, father?" Veronica asked.

"Useless." He muttered, about to get into the carriage but paused, gaze shifting to her.

"Speak up girl. What has happened." He demanded.

Veronica exhaled deeply, "Bad news, Father. The sperm insertion failed. The sperm does not belong to his majesty."