“I don’t trust that you can burn anyone. You need to show it to me,” Magnus stated.
“What!? No! I-I cannot do that, Your Highness. It’s scary for me,” Alora refused to kill anyone with her gaze. She was already traumatized by them.
“But why did nothing happen to me?” Magnus arched his eyebrow at her. “I need to witness your power before deciding to keep you here,” he affirmed.
“If because of me an innocent dies, then it will be wrong, Your Highness,” Alora stated.
“I’ll order to bring an evil human, who has committed many crimes in Elmswood,” Magnus suggested. He was eager to know how Alora’s powers worked and why she had such a power.
“I refuse,” Alora declared firmly, her gaze dropping. “I’ll depart from His Highness’s palace if he insists I stay here solely to take someone’s life.” Her voice resonated with anger and frustration.
“My command stands absolute, Alora. There’s no room for refusal,” Magnus stated firmly. “Besides, I’ve made it clear that you are not to leave my presence,” he continued with a hint of warning creeping into his tone. “Do not compel me to reveal my darker side. Carry out my instructions,” he proclaimed.
“For the Vampire Prince, it may be fun to see someone losing his life, but I’m a human with strong emotions. Please understand my stance. I truly can burn anyone with my gaze. If His Highness doubts me, then he can even ask my father about it.” Alora stood firm on her decision while countering with Magnus in an appropriate manner.
In her eyes, vampires lacked emotions. They didn’t care about human lives, so they were unaware of the feelings that humans possessed.
Magnus chuckled. “You are not fun at all, Alora. You are quite bold to even speak so much with me. Don’t I scare you?” he questioned with an amusing smile.
Alora blinked and he was in front of her- standing only an inch away from her. His cold hand cradled her neck, lifting it slightly, his thumb pressing her cheek. “Answer.” He stared into her eyes.
“Perhaps I speak such boldly in front of His Highness because I could never get to look at anyone while speaking,” Alora asserted after a careful thought.
“And what about the fear?”
“For now, I’m not scared of His Highness,” Alora truthfully told him.
Magnus smiled to hear her response. “Interesting. I like you. Stay around me all the time,” he let go of her neck and showed her his fangs. “You need to at least be scared of these sharp fangs,” he muttered.
Alora lowered her eyes. “Will His Highness really not drink blood from me?” she inquired again.
“If you’ll force me like this, then I’ll have no option left,” Magnus said. He didn’t stop himself this time. Burying his neck in the crook of her neck, brushing away the hair from that side, his pointed canines were ready to pierce her skin.
Magnus placed his hand over Alora’s eyes, making them close, and slowly pierced her skin with his fangs.
“Ahh!” A cry escaped Alora’s mouth and she ended up holding Magnus’s hand which was over her eyes. Her insides seemed to be ripping apart because of the pain.
Magnus’ fangs were only halfway in her skin when he instantly pushed them further. Alora’s cry fell into his ears, but it felt strange to him.
The taste of her blood was divine. He never tasted anything like this in such a long span. Alora’s blood possessed a sweeter and remarkably delicious essence.
Normally, he would be mindful of his boundaries when feeding on a human, but with Alora, all such considerations seemed to slip his mind.
His eyes transformed into a fiery shade of blood-red and his body craved for more. Despite having already consumed from her, the thirst remained insatiable.
“Mag-nus,” Alora uttered his name in a delirious state, her voice wavering amidst the haze.
That was the moment when Magnus pulled away from her and met his gaze. His lips, his fangs, and teeth were covered in her blood. The next moment, she fainted but before her head could meet the floor, Magnus caught her.
Magnus furrowed his brows together as he continued to stare at her face.
Magnus ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the lingering, heavenly sweetness of Alora’s blood that remained in his mouth. The restraint he usually held over himself had vanished the instant he drank from her. Now, he understood why his instincts warned against consuming her blood.
“I crave more blood,” Magnus admitted, his gaze fixed on the unconscious form of Alora. Shaking his head, he recognized the perilous path he was on. If he drank more from her today, Alora would definitely meet her demise.
He ran his fingers through his soft tresses and walked out of the chamber. Finding Cecilia outside, Magnus asked her to inform him once Alora woke up. As he stepped forward, Cecilia requested, “Your Highness, please send away Miss Alora. She should not stay with us.”
“Cecilia, do what you are asked to do,” Magnus coldly said and left her sight.
Upon reaching the sitting area in his lavish chamber, his eyes fell on Gabriel who immediately stood up from his seat.
“Greetings to Your Highness.” Gabriel bowed at him and took the seats only after Magnus.
“How could a werewolf enter the western border region? An entire human caravan was attacked and there was no one around to save them. What manner of security protocols do you oversee at the Elmswood borders?” Magnus interrogated him, his tone stern and his voice laden with anger.
“The caravan was attacked in the middle of the forest, Your Highness. It was impossible for any aid to be present at such an hour,” Gabriel explained. “I will give a detailed investigation report to His Highness by the evening,” he assured Magnus.
“What I need right now is an explanation of how a werewolf entered the territory where their entry is banned!?” Magnus questioned him. He didn’t care about any report.
“That’s what we are investigating, Your Highness,” Gabriel said.
“Very well. Be ready to die in the most brutal way if you don’t give me a clear answer in the evening,” Magnus pronounced as he glared into his eyes.
Gabriel gulped and reassured the Vampire Prince he would come with an answer.
Magnus signaled to him to leave. Gabriel wasn’t late to follow the command and left.
“The werewolves are well aware of their boundaries. According to Alora too, there was a werewolf, who killed everyone with her,” Magnus murmured and contemplated.
“Your Highness, pardon me for intruding in your thoughts,” Tobias said, bringing the Vampire Prince’s attention to him. “A message has come from your elder brother.” He forwarded the parchment to Magnus.
Magnus read the message and drew his brows close. He kept it on the table and clasped his hands together. Tobias found something serious was going on. But since Magnus didn’t share it with him, he remained quiet.
“Your Highness, I want you to think again regarding Miss Alora’s stay in the palace,” Tobias requested. “Everyone in the palace is scared of Miss Alora now,” he added.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.