The Woman Ruler of the Altan Clan

Chapter 133 The Real House

After Sukhba and his wife came out of the tent, the atmosphere remained silent. Shanum noticed the tense expression still on Khan's face. The man was staring at the door of the tent, but his eyes flashed as if he were out of focus. Shanum was sure, the man's mind was wandering elsewhere.

And Shanum can guess for sure about Sukhba and his wife's problems that her husband thought about.

Shanum sighed. He could not even ban the man from leaving the meeting, nor did he approve of the verdict he had chosen against their son.

Freedom of opinion remains valued in every clan, provided in the process it does not commit any of the anarchist acts that can provoke division.

But Shanum remained curious, what specific thing about the Bataar Clan gave birth to such a strict expression on her husband. It was impossible for Khan to have such an expression if nothing important was thought of by him.

Shanum can be opinionated, but still he has to find the center of his problem without inviting the suspicion of others. And it looks like he should interfere again this time.

"Zuunaa and Sofia, does your clan still support us?" shanum asked as he spread his gaze towards the two women. He saw Zuunaa already back on his stool next to his partner, with shoulders close together.

Sofia looked surprised. Zuunaa who was in a position to speak slowly with her lover immediately raised her head, and looked at her with a confused look.

"Why are you asking like that, Shanum? Do you doubt our loyalty?" ask Sofia back to him.

Shanum. "I just feel anxious. You can certainly understand my concern."

"You don't need to worry, Shanum. There is no need to doubt us, you should already know that we continue to support you" Zuunaa said after recovering from her confusion.

"I'm sorry, I'm just afraid that the verdict I've given your sister could threaten us. It could have been your father and mother attacking us and waging a new war..."

"No way," cut off Zuunaa.

"I can guarantee you that. My father and mother won't be able to attack you."

"How can you be so sure? As far as I know he is still the Great Bataar Clan," continued Sergei.

Zuunaa grinned. "That man already has no supporters, because I've secretly taken over the leadership in the clan." Zuunaa replied firmly and calmly.

A shocked voice rang out in the room as well as the sound of a conversation that was mostly filled with disbelief over Zuunaa's words.

"You mean the clan leadership is now in your hands? But how can it be? We have never heard of a change in leadership in the Bataar Clan." Khan asked as he raised his eyebrows.

Everyone in the room focused on looking towards Zuunaa. Some were staring suspiciously, looking curious, they were waiting for the woman's answer.

Oriod looked riled up, he opened his mouth but was immediately prevented by Zuunaa. The woman shook her head, a sign she wanted the man to interfere. Seeing the sign, Oriod does not string words, which might help his lover in convincing the people in the room.

"It is written that Father is still the Great Bataar Clan. Behind the scenes I am in power. Our elders and noble councils have mostly turned around to support me. It seems that they have long been dissatisfied with Dad's performance. And the military has also taken over a hundred percent. So, just waiting for the exact date, I'll retire Dad from his post."

A loud voice sounded in the room. Everyone is trying to comment.

"Do you want to stage a coup, Zuunaa?" sergei asked with a thunderous voice beating the other voices in the room.

"Yes. Are you sure the coup won't affect our clan?" ask one of the elders named Batu. The man seemed afraid to go back to having to plunge into the battlefield.

"Hey... Hey, enough!" chinua said in a loud voice. "No need to be so dramatic. Let him carry out a coup if necessary I am willing to help. You just tell me, Zuunaa. And, I think that bastard and dumb guy was supposed to get off his throne. He hasn't taken care of his clan either."

"Upss, I'm sorry Zuunaa that my mouth is a bit disrespectful," Chinua said with a tickled chuckle. His apology looks only stale, not offset by any concrete evidence. With the sound of that amused laughter alone was enough to prove, that the woman did not seriously feel regret for having said rude.

And next to Chinua, Shanum appeared to be snorting loudly. His great-aunt never changed, liked at will, never able to curb his mouth to be free to insult and speak bitterly about others. Shanum was surprised, what was seen by Dario, so that the man was crazy about his aunt.

Fortunately Zuunaa did not take Chinua's heart. It seemed like the woman already understood the hard character of Chinua. Zuunaa simply replied with a nod while being accompanied by a faint smile on her lips.

"Okay, we've discussed the situation in the Bataar Clan. Hopefully the takeover process will not end in bloodshed. I'm sure you, Oriod and Sofia can handle it well. And as Chinua said, I'm also willing to support if you need my help." Khan tried to return the meeting to the agenda according to the initial agenda.

The next topic that was rolling was about the future leader of the Erebos Clan. They had heard from Nekhii that the representatives of the people of the clan had already asked Shanum who was sitting in the leadership. But Khan rejected her outright, arguing that Shanum was her partner, and she objected to her partner being a queen in another clan.

That conversation, that confrontation-had to be postponed when Nekhii promised them that he would discuss it first with Shanum. The representatives nodded, signs accepted and returned to their tents.

Now Khan, the leader of another clan, the elders, the noble council are talking about it seriously. After a long debate, everyone in the room still could not find the word consensus.

Finally the way of voting as a proposal from one of the noble councils was done, and the results again left a strange thing. Two people with the same number of numbers become a challenge to be re-elected until only one person remains. And they can't decide how to choose one.

"How about we ask Shanum to choose the person who deserves to lead the Erebos Clan? Instead of you guys making a fuss yourself can not make a decision since," Chinua cetus with a bored expression painted on his face.

Shanum rubbed his forehead. Feeling restless, because again he must be sacrificed to decide the very important thing.

"May you be lucky" whispered Chinua in Shanum's ear, grinning.

Shanum glared at Chinua, dismissed the worries that were starting to linger in his stomach, then said to him, "Why should I make the decision anyway" Shanum protested in a soft voice.

With a plain face Chinua said, "And you were the one requested by the clan. After all you are also the queen sword holder of that clan right."

The shadows winked on Shanum's face. "Why should? I don't think it has anything to do with having to choose one of them" he asked half-protest.

Chinua rolled her eyeballs. "Let's just do it. I've been tired of being in this tent ever since" whispered Chinua back.

Until when are we waiting for a secret conversation between you, honey...

Shanum blinked and turned his head quickly towards the voice that echoed in his mind, and rebuked him. He found Khan raising half his eyebrows with an amused smile on his lips.

Shanum averted his gaze, looking at the curious gaze of the people, looking waiting.

Silence persists. Khan nudged Shanum as his hand pulled and squeezed his palm. It was as if the man was giving support to her to immediately give an answer.

Oh, my God, his head's suddenly dizzy. Shanum bit his lip. He needed an extension of time to decide, whereas at the moment he was forced to determine immediately. Shanum did not dare to act rashly in choosing, as all the names chosen were people who deserved to occupy him.

First Dario, the man had replaced and represented Khan many times. He had quite high magic and also had a calm and cautious attitude in the face of every situation. That man can definitely be a wise and great leader.

Both Nekhii, the woman was the grandmother of Avraam, she had been in the position of queen in the clan, even though it had been hundreds of years ago. Surely even now the woman still remembered the ins and outs about the clan. His magic was no doubt, he was one of the legendary magicians possessed by the magic world.

Khan did not answer. The man seemed to be thinking carefully about the answer to Shanum's question.

What do you think in that little head of yours, honey? Are you sure you want to do that?

Khan threw back Shanum's question with another question that came to his mind.

I just want to make sure of something, Adri.

Khan smiled faintly and then spread his gaze toward the entire audience, "You guys don't mind my queen's request?"

"I'm willing to wait curiously" Sergei slurried with a smile on his angel-like face.

"Immediately call the three representatives of the clan" Khan ordered.

"No, Adri. I want to go to their tent."

Silent.

Khan pulled Shanum to his feet. Then he pulled her up and said, "I need to speak to my wife for one eye."

Khan did not wait to see the reaction of the people who were in the room. He clasped Shanum's hand as he walked nimbly.

Shanum saw the man just staring at the guards in front of the tent with a gesture, then the guards nodded and left them.

"What do you want to do, Adri?" shanum asked in a raucous voice, while glancing towards his soul mate.

"There are other things I'd rather do first."

Khan pulled him into one of the tents, which turned out to be their tent. They stopped in the middle of the room. The door of the tent was tightly shut, blown by the magic wind and emitting a golden red light spread around the tent.

Slowly, the hand that was holding her crept down her arm upwards, as the other hand drew her body closer. Khan looked at Shanum with a savage expression. And Shanum gulped with his heart pounding at the sight of that gaze.

Shanum knew Khan didn't like his request. The man was angry. And his anger provoked a familiar feeling in Shanum's body. Shanum felt a sense of passion, and he seemed powerless to suppress it.

Shanum enjoyed it, his throat tightened as he placed his hands on Khan's muscular chest, the tight heartbeat behind the man's clothes roaring in Shanum's hands. Khan's hand still traced his arm and swirled stroking there and holding his shoulder.

His thumb stroked with a gentle rhythm on top of Shanum's clothes, while his eyes watched Shanum's face.

There was no amused expression, only contentment. Surprisingly Shanum saw it was beautiful. More beautiful than her expression of seduction earlier.

Shanum choked when he realized he was turning into a masochist, as only the masochist felt excited waiting for anger to be vented to him.

"Adris..."

Shanum's spine was locked in a tight clot in one of Khan's arms. "Don't you dare make a sound, Shasha."

Shanum gulped back. Then nodded obediently. His fingers cast aside Shanum's hair, raising his face. A stiff and cold smile was painted on his sturdy jaw.

Khan's head approached, his gaze fixated on Shanum's mouth, hungry glittering in his golden brown eyes...

You naughty Shasha. Very naughty, and need to be punished.

The voice in his mind jolted Shanum, shaking like a bell rumble. The word naughty and law sounded heavy, making him wary.

Shanum. "No need to intimidate me, Adri. We'll talk to the cold head. Because I never meant to provoke your anger."

Sttts... I told you not to make a sound.

Shanum shaking. Suddenly he remembered the violence he had received back then, making him re-shaken.

And that fear can be felt by Khan. The man removed his hand to stroke Shanum's cheek with his knuckles, and brought his forehead closer to Shanum's forehead. The change in man's behavior had made Shanum choked in shock. Especially when hearing hoarse speech accompanied by gasping breath from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Shasha."

Khan pulled Shanum back closer, wrapped his hands around the woman's waist, and next to his arms pressed Shanum's entire face to his chest.

Khan kissed Shanum's hair. "Sorry to scare you" he said again, in a soft tone.

The sound of a small vibration came out from Shanum's esophagus as she nodded, hugging her husband tightly back.

Shanum felt their soul ties tighten, revealing a sense of dread mixed with lara. And the whole taste came from only one side, the soul side of her husband.

"I don't like it when you go to the clan camp, not because I'm afraid you're hurt. Not that-"

Khan looked down to kiss Shanum's lips.

"But more to the dismay you will choose to help the clan, go there often, and... Leave me," Khan said honestly. His lips swept through Shanum's earlobes, rekindling the passion that had been dashed.

"I'll be tormented, dear." Her lips went back down Shanum's neck. Shanum's back was slightly raised, he raised his head so that Khan would be more free, withstanding his desire to beg more, pleading faster as Khan whispered, "Because I will definitely miss you."

Shanum's eyes closed slowly, and his hands supported Shanum's waist to get closer, so there was no longer any distance between them. Khan rubbed Shanum's back while the man looked down to kiss the middle of her neck.

Shanum groaned, clutching his arm, his nails stuck in Khan's muscles - the muscles that moved as he moved his finger gently down and down Shanum's back.

Shanum could barely compose a sentence in his mind. His brain suddenly melted, by the awesomeness of passion that the man had awakened.

So Shanum grabbed Khan's hand, led him to his heart, and put it there. Shanum returned his faint gaze while saying the words that rose up inside him, along with his every pull and breath. "I will never leave you. You're mine."

The sentence broke down the self-defense that Khan had guarded since. His mouth moved towards Shanum's mouth. Not a soft kiss. Not smooth or exploring. But it claims, wild, and uncontrollable. And his taste.heat his body, demands a deeper touch than that. Shanum felt he had come home. He's coming home. Because Shanum just realized that her house is wherever her husband is.