12

Celine lit the light so that she could discover his sermons, she returned to him watching him suffer without realizing the reason, drawing her eyes

His eminent fiancé was fully prepared with his mouth, and she did not understand herself except as she passed her forefinger over his serrated fang, led by her impudent curiosity, and soon touched until a drop of blood flowed from the tip of her forefinger to his fang, causing Kayden to rise up, who moved away from the bed, calling her in a tone like a roar:

"I'm starting to not be able to stop, I'm so thirsty, I've waited too long, I need Larissa."

He was trying to curb his need for sustenance, the smell of her blood made him mad. His primal instinct urges him to go back to her, stick his fangs into her neck and sip her blood until he gets high, but if he does, he will kill her.

But she couldn't bear to see him suffer, so she got off the bed and approached him, unconcerned to warn him, kneeling opposite him watching him stomping against the wall, roaring with a startled voice, "Now...I need Larissa now."

"You can eat me, I'm sure you won't hurt me."

She offered him rushing after her desire to give him what he needed, so he raised his face to her, intending to show her the terrifying appearance that he was trying to hide from her.

She brushed her hair to make way for her neck, whispering softly.

"You don't scare me, Kayden, I trust you won't hurt me."

Every moment that passes by her closeness to him loses his weak will to refrain from it, and her movement was the straw that broke the camel's back, so his eyeballs flashed, revealing his entire fangs, his features curling, roaring with it filling his throat with a voice that shook the furniture of the entire room, "Larissa Club.....now"

And as the latter entered them in her long white silk dress and her hair braided from the top of her head, looking like a luminous torch surrounded by a halo of light, she approached him smoothly and lightly as if she was floating, and without hesitation she knelt across from him, addressing him in her usual tone.

"Lord, you have to..."

Kayden interrupted her sentence, pulling her to his chest, containing her slender body in his arms, digging his fangs into her neck without thinking, directly sipping her blood with great eagerness and greed.

Larissa dwelt in his arms, allowing him to take his needs from her without hindrance, breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that he could not dispense with her no matter what happened.

And in front of them was Celine, watching them with pain pulsing all over her body, feeling the fire burning her body, she caught her chest unable to take a breath, and look away from them,

Larissa watches in the arms of Kaiden, who surrounds her in his arms with possession that indicates an urgent need for her.

She watched them silently, unable even to get rid of her expressions that were hardened with her eyeballs, feeling deep inside her screaming, unable to release her screams, realizing

That no matter how high her position is with Kayden, she will not be able to give him that need or compete with Larissa.

Selene's faint gasp distracted Kaiden from his instinctive need for sustenance, so he opened his eyes and came back to consciousness, noticing where he was, shocked by Selene's frozen figure in front of him like a statue crying out for help despite his helplessness.

Slowed by his sip, choking with his might, he removed his bloody mouth from Larissa's neck, shocked at himself and at his barbarous, inconsiderate act of the two, he released Larissa from his arms, backing away from her.

The latter hastened to comment, "Lord, you need more, you are not satisfied yet." She whispered, sensing his feelings of confusion.

"Thank you Larissa, it's enough for now, you can leave," he replied, lowering his head, feeling ashamed of himself for his cruel and unfair act against both of them.

*. *. *.

He entered the bathroom immediately after Larissa left, escaping from confronting Celine, and she returned to the bed, burying her head under the sheets, pretending to sleep, thinking that he refused food from her because she disgusts him.

And give him the right to do so!

For how does it feed from its polluted blood, which itself feels nauseous every time she remembers that creature and imagines that she will soon become like him!?

But why would he keep her in his room until now?

And Larissa, what does it have to do with her?

Does she have the right to ask him about it? blame him?

No, she has no right, and by what right do you ask him?

Should I get that kiss in the bathroom?

Which hasn't been dissuaded yet?

He must have regretted it, which is why he didn't repeat it!

But she loved her, she loved his kiss and sleeping next to him, she feels him contain her, he exposes his feelings in front of her and enhances the sense of her impugned femininity, she feels proud when she thinks that he chose her despite all the differences that separate them, disregarding his position and traditions

He rushes towards her, even though he had all those fabulously beautiful females at his disposal and his command waiting for a sign from his finger.

But all these things have gone to the wind in front of the fact that she will never be able to give him his need with sustenance, will not be able to give him the elixir of life, and he will always need Larissa.

She covered her face with the pillow, muffled her sighs and lamented her misfortune, which was destined for her to suffer both.

Kaiden stood under the cold waters lashing him with their needle lashes, punishing himself for what he had done in a moment of weakness that left him out of his mind, unable to erase Selene's broken look from his mind,

What should have been fed from Larisa in front of her,

What happened to him to lose his senses in this way, when he who in his whole life did not lose control of himself even when he was in the most severe and most stubborn condition?!

And poor Larissa, he hurt her, the kind Larissa does not deserve that cruel and abnormal treatment from him, he is a despicable Donny who does not deserve her love, passion and devotion to him for all those centuries refusing to abandon him and choose a partner other than, four hundred years and she is near him, she does not complain about his neglect or his disgraceful rejection of her in the hope To succumb to the status quo and accept the choice of his parents for him, all oblivious to the fact that all that time he was waiting for his second half, who was lying in his bed crying bitterly, feeling her gasps like daggers ripping his conscience apart.

He came out of the bathroom hesitantly, whether to go back to the bed or leave the ward to avoid confronting her, but at last he decided to go to her,

Climbing the bed, containing her trembling body in his arms, squeezing her tears, he hugged her to his chest, affecting the silence, finding nothing to say in their condition, how to justify his nature and instinct to her without adding to her pain and sadness.

He sighed deeply, contenting himself with a soft embrace, apologizing to her silently.

And she, in turn, embraced him, and began to weep bitterly. She cried and cried, and he was content to hold her until she fell asleep with a turbulent nap that followed after a very long time.

"Hold the sword with both hands," he ordered her tightly, watching her trying to carry it with one hand unable to lift it off the ground.

"But you hold it in one hand." She grumbled, stubbornly

"Its weight is heavy on you, so we start with two hands, then with time we move to one hand."

I carried him from one side and threw him to the opposite side, a thunderous sound reverberating throughout the empty hall.

"What are you doing? Carry him and face me."

She folded her arms across her chest, furrowing her eyebrows, giving him a childish, angry look.

He came back from the outside, deciding that she should start training in order to be able to defend herself in the face of danger. At first, she felt great joy and childlike enthusiasm rushing behind him eagerly, with full readiness, and then discovering that the matter was not as easy and simple as she had expected, colliding with his emotional separation from her, purely process,

He shouts at her and commands her and does not tolerate her...

I had expected that this step would melt the ice that had accumulated between them after the incident of his power from Larissa, but it seems that that is his last concern now.

"How do you want me to face you, your size is three times my size and the sword is so heavy that I can"t lift it off the ground, so how can I stab you with it." She exclaimed sharply, not wanting to continue training.

Kayden exhaled frantically, contemplating her narrowly, he does not have much time, she must learn how to defend herself in the event that the enemy, who has become more brutal and fierce recently, is captured, insisting on recovering her at any cost, and this is what they will never allow.

From a distance, Damian stood at the entrance to the hall watching his brother about to lose his nerve and his dream, which has always been his advantage in dealing with matters, but it seems that this mysterious female, who still does not understand the reason for her presence among them, strikes the sensitive chord of his brother, losing him his dream.

And after he got tired of watching that farce from afar, he decided to intervene, penetrated into the hall, contemplating the vast difference in their sizes with amusement. He holds the sword in his right hand and the dagger in his left, slashing the necks of enemies with them. He has never seen him deal with the fairer sex in any way whatsoever, as they were for him just a delicious meal to satisfy his masculine instinct without the need to offer any kind of feelings in return.

He reached them watching them with a cunning smile adorning his face.

"My dear brother, look at her, she is the size of a fly, and that sword weighs as much as hers."

Kaiden turned towards his brother, warning him that he was about to attack him, so Celine hurried to separate them saying "Kayden stop, he's right."