Hi all I am back! Juggling two stories at once, but what is new. Hopefully I didn't keep you all waiting too long, it's been a few weeks. Thanks for all the new reader/ followers. We got some major catching up to do with some characters! man it means a lot to me, that people are still reading my stories even after the slight break. Anyways enjoy the rest of the story!

Part II

Chapter 42

365 days had passed, 365 long days, sleepless nights and panic stricken minutes that fell somewhere in between. It has been one years since the lionesses failed takeover, the bloodbath of mad dogs, the poisoning of a tyrant, the rape of Nala and the slaughter of Sarabi.

Oddly enough, time hasn't seemed to have gone by for the lionesses of priderock. To the contrary life for them, had been at an utter standstill. Especially for Nala. Every-time she went to sleep and reopens her eyes, its all the same thing. The only difference was with every passing second she felt older. More tired, more weaken, more desperate for it to all end.

She wanted to kill herself, but Nuka wouldn't let her. And she was too weak and scared to do it anyway. Nala often thought that if she ended her life, she would come back again and again to this misery extinct because she had failed Kopa. His innocent eyes, and small dainty muzzle, loveable cub cry and wiggling little tail tormented her night after night. She had never seen his body, but she didn't need to see it to know how he probably felt in his last few minutes of life.

Innocence being ripped a part bit by bit, like Sarabi. Another nightmare that ran in the back of her mind constantly. Especially In the first few weeks. It was terrible. The only time Nala would make a sound to anyone was when she awoke screaming from the nightmares. She had gotten so sick and tried to being haunting by another family member she had failed, she quit sleeping altogether at night.

For the most part, now the nightmares have stopped. The imagine of her queens torn, disfigured body splay across blood stained rock. Doesn't haunt her in her dreams anymore. The broken open rib cage, the sound of snapping bone and cartilage, the sickening amoral of blood, those memories seem so far off, and yet she feels that she is seeing the event everyday.

Replaying whenever her mind has a time to drift- which isn't a lot of the time now. Since Scars death Nala had unfortunately made herself Nuka only trusted friend.

And even Scar death didn't seem as much of a joyous occasion as she had thought. Nuka knew his father was dying, so when you looked at his face he seemed to be a lion going about his regular day. Not having to worry about a dying lion, laying right next to him. If Nala thought about it, Nuka seemed more irritated with his dying father than anything. Scar had died not even 7 hours before returning to priderock. those 7 hours were long for Zira to bear.

Having to watch the lion she love, die a hideous death. Even the lionesses themselves who were forced to watch Scar die found the treatment unbearable.The excessive sweating, the non-stop salivation, and abdominal pain were nothing compared to the screams of a dying lion losing all of his body fluids from both ends.

The smell was rancid, the sight was horrifying. The king of the pridelands was nothing, but a withering sack of filthy skin. The royal den had to be evacuated for several days before the smell of bile and death subsided. And even still, some parts of the rock carry a faint scent.

After Scar was gone, Zira was a wreck, and some her surprised Zira hadn't done herself off to join him. She wasn't staying for herself, or her daughter. She was staying because of Nuka. Nukas words and odd belittling treatment towards his mother caused her to try to want to stay alive. Even if that meant by a string. She still has to be wroth something to Scar or at least try to be.

Nuka would say how his father died pathetically, crying and asking to be saved- begging for forgiveness from his family and friends, from even the lionesses themselves. He knew he had wrong them greatly, but it was easier to do wrong and to continue to do wrong than to try to do good.

Scar was even more sad in the end. When he learned that Nuka had killed Sarabi and then their son. He went as far as cursing himself, for not being there and then he would curse his son.evil breeds evil, so in the end, what did Scar expect? A son that would be at his fathers side, til the very end, crying alongside with him? No. Scar knew better, still he could have hoped that even with all the trauma he had put his son though, he wished his son was stronger than he was, in the sense of overcoming hatred, insecurity, jealously.

The three things that held a vice grip on Scar, would too hold his son. it would seem that that was easily passed down too. Where it festered and had outgrown the level on his own father.

"Keep your head down." The dirt being rubbed into Nala eyes hurt like no other. Tiny specks lodging themselves into her blue orbs. At least, this would be a good reason for her to cry. It's not like she did it much or at all whenever she and Nuka were mating. But sometimes, she wanted to believe she still had some real emotion left in her. There was no happiness so crying was the next best thing to being alive.

One tear fell down her cheek and the other tear disappeared into the dirt. Being sucked away by the dry earth. She felt his teeth clench and unclench the back of her neck. It was about to be over soon. She just had to be patient like she always was and wait it out. Nuka hated any disruptions.

After a few moments of bracing herself against his vigorous momentum, the pounding through her body and in between her legs stopped. She felt him get off her, and saw him roll over onto his back. Nuka wasn't grateful in the least. His clumsy removal of himself strung more than him going in. But he wouldn't notice. And if he noticed, he acted as if he didn't. But today, Nuka did notice the hurt expression on Nalas face and oddly enough cared. In his own way.

"It didn't hurt that bad." He was more telling her that. "You didn't cry yesterday." Nala bite her tongue, she knew she had to respond, Nuka didn't like unanswered open-ended questions.

"I….i uh….i got dirt in my eye…"

"Oh, my fault." Taking his arm closet to her, he whipped away the tear. " see better."

"….thank you…" her voice was just above a whisper. over the passed two years Nuka came to understand that's just how she was now. Quiet, to herself, very submissive.

He didn't like it at first. He would argue for her to fight him back, hit him back, bite him back. Even taking the matter upon himself, as her king and mate to slap some backbone back into her. But after a while on the him constantly arguing with himself, and hitting someone that wouldn't hit him back or even defend herself. He gave up, and in his mind she won the battle of being stubborn.

Fighting Nala was overrated now. After all he still carried the missing eye, torn tail and ripped maned from the first battle. When Nuka thought about it, he was a king now, why did he have to break a sweat to get the things he wanted, when it was easily given to him. That was his first mistake as king. After all he deeply loved the blue eyed lioness before him. So he stopped hitting her.

"Well well well, tomorrows the day." He yawned wide mouth. "I will seal this alliance with the mountain pride with this move. Are you excited for me? For us?"

"….yes Nuka,i….I'm very happy for you…you've worked so hard."

"Your damn right I have. Trust me, I will do everything my father failed to do. If he were here right now I'm sure he'd be very impressed." As of tomorrow the lions of priderock would be leaving the pridelands for good. Why? Because Nuka felt it was time to officially make the move of the mega pride.

Over the months Nuka had gathered small details of his fathers idea of joining the pridelands and the mountain pride together. Two of the largest prides on the plains of Africa. The idea of ruling together was…okay. Right now the mountain pride was unaware of the pridelands conditions. The drought devastated there lands, and now nothing that needs substance to grow is alive in the lands.

And what is a king with no kingdom, no animals to rule? The mountain pride, that was just over the ravine still had soft dirt, nourishing lands, green grass and herds much more plentiful than the pridelands now. Nuka was doing his duty as king and providing for his kingdom, was he not? This move to the moutainpride was necessary for his future and his lineage.

From recent reports from his messenger Hyena, Vitani was still there, abiding by the alliance contract. This did surprise her brother, it wasn't like his sister followed rules. He suspected that once she left the pridelands and had the opportunity to escape from Kijivu she would. But he hadn't heard news of that.

So in his mind, everything was going according to plan. A smile came to his face, as he was literally the most satisfied lion right now. But that smile soon went away when he felt the presence of Nala stat to leave.

"Hey, where are you going?" His voice always carried an urgency when it came to her leaving him. It didn't matter, when, where or why. The lioness stopped in her tracks.

"…h..home." Her voice stammered. She knew that wasn't the right answer, because there should be no answer for this situation. After he is done with her, they cuddle. Nuka maybe hash and brash but even he isn't opposed to a nuzzle.

"Why are you going home, you never leave me?" He as questioning her.

"I…..uh….we…..we have to be up early tomorrow."

"So, we leave when I say we leave. Come back here and love me." You cant object Nuka order. No one objects Nukas orders. So she turned herself around from the few feet she had traveled and laid herself next to Nukas side. " much better." He nuzzled her, the bald spot beneath his chin and neck scratched the back of her ear. " you know I love you."

Nala knew this, this is what Nuka always seemed to tell her. Day in and day out, nothing matters but her, them together. Forever and always. He was and still is her sick rapist that killed her queen, a cub that was practically her little brother and then her. He killed her so many times. But he would Drown her in his sick twisted emotions. That Nala didn't know what to believe. She hated him, but she loved him. He told her to, so she had to. Even if it meant forcing herself to. Nuka was it, there was no other option for her.

On nights when she thought about running away, and leaving. She stopped herself because she knew he would find her. Find her and keep and even tighter lock on her. She was all he had to love in this world. His mother was a nut, and he didn't given a damn about his baby sister. Nala had the total responsibility of him, needing her on her shoulders. She couldn't leave him.

"Y-yes….i know."

" Do you? I know my emotions, can get alittle out of paw." This was his apology for today. Nala had been sitting with alone, by herself, the pride was nowhere in sight. She was utterly alone and not talking. She was just away from him. And she seemed fine with being without him. So when he found her, he forced himself on her. He didn't want to, but he had to remind her. She was too Content with not having her mate by her side.

Nuka hated this, it made him feel….uneasy oddly. Like the more she spent apart from him, something different would happen to her. He couldn't place this feeling, he knew he just didn't like it.

You could say Nuka felt like he didn't have control over her when she was away from him.

The vice Nuka had around all the lionesses in his pride was a death grip. He controlled everything, where they slept, what they ate-if they ate, how they lived and how they died. Not a soul dared to speak aloud or against him. He kept sarabi bones decorated throughout the den so the lionesses had a constant reminder.

"I….it's fine." She whispered as he continued to nuzzle her. It's fine, everything he did to her was fine. Part of her couldn't fight him anyways, and part of her felt she deserved it.

"I love you." He voiced, breathing in her air and taking up her personal space.

"………..i love you too.."