Chapter 4

Vladimir's Pov

“Burn,” I willed, setting a group of rebellious werewolves ablaze. They tried to go against me and earned their fair share of punishment. I am not amused by their poor tactics to implore their plan and find it rather annoying.

“Next,” My cold voice echoed through the walls of my throne room. I wasn’t in the mood and anyone sensible enough would notice the dark aura emanating from me.

A young lady with crimson shade of hair stepped forward. “Greetings, your Majesty. I am the witch you sent for. I have brought news concerning your bride,” she muttered, capturing my interest.

“Speak,” I ordered.

“Your Majesty, the werewolf princess does have the potential to carry your heir.” 

Interesting.

“I found out that she comes from the original bloodline of the Alpha clan. But there might seem to be a problem,” she said with a nervous tone.

“What problem?” I grumbled, getting irritated. 

“Werewolves have a circle when it comes to mating. I am afraid that the only chance she can get pregnant is during heat,” the witch lied through her teeth.

I could sense when a person was lying and the witch didn’t fall short at it. Her boldness to stand in front of me and lie was amusing. I would have roasted her alive if I didn’t know it was a plan she conspired with the werewolf princess.

No secret could go unknown to me in my castle. I have been monitoring the Princess since she arrived. And she has proven to be an interesting person I shouldn’t kill yet.

She is the only one of her kind to openly demand for the werewolves’ destruction. 

A traitor like her shouldn’t be indulged with. But she has ignited in me a desire to see how far she is willing to play this game of hers.

Also, the void in her eyes resembles that of mine. An empty hollow filled with mischief to haunt and destroy. Because of this, I reconsidered my evil intention of burning her into ashes. Toying with her for a while won’t be a bad idea.

I leaned back on my throne with a smirk, pleased with the idea of taunting the little werewolf Princess in her own game.

“Very well, if that is the case, I will exercise patience. After all, the future of this lies in her hand,” I said with an amused tone.

The witch left after she was done. Her dishonesty made me wonder what exactly the little wolf had given her. 

I let out a satisfying chuckle, startling my right-hand man and my stand-by guards.

“Your Majesty, do you want us to capture the witch?” Draco, my right-hand man asked. His voice had a hint of discomfort. 

“No,” I refused.

“But that witch was lying to you.” He frowned.

“I know and I am going to play along with her lies,” I muttered with amusement bubbling inside me.

“May I ask why? Your Majesty.”

“To buy the little wolf some time before I burn her.” A muse like her will have something interesting up her sleeve.

I should keep an eye on her and watch her every move.

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FIVE MINUTES LATER

“What the hell is she doing?” I slammed my hand against the wall, irked by the flowery sight before me.

“I think she likes flowers,” Draco said with uncertainty in his voice.

This little wolf keeps going below my expectations. She is supposed to be scheming and plotting on how to go against me and not sniffing the flowers in that stupid garden!

“My garden is not stupid Vladimir,” My mother’s sugary soft voice echoed behind me. She could read minds.

“It is, mother. A castle like mine shouldn’t have such an insignificant thing,” I grumbled with a cold voice.

“One day, you will be grateful to me for growing such an insignificant thing.” She chuckled.

“I like her. She is better than the other brides you brought home.” I glanced at her wondering why she would say that.

“She is a werewolf, an enemy to us and her kind. You should only harbor hatred for her and not the opposite,” I remind her but she sighed and clicked her tongue.

My mother strode towards a giant painting hung on the wall. We were in my late father’s study room.

“It has been twenty years since we lost them,” she said with a low voice filled with sadness.

I joined her and stared at the painting made with dragon blood, my father’s blood. 

“After they died, you turned into this dark version of you,” she muttered, changing my mood instantly.

“Don’t bring that up mother,” I warned her, turning to leave.

“I won't. But it is time you see that yourself. I won't invade your space anymore but she will. The werewolf Princess is promising and I am certain she will melt that ice in your heart,” she said with a strong will in her voice.

It sounded pathetic to me. That little wolf will die after her time exceeds.

“You are wasting your precious hope in the impossible. I advise you to wave off that little light of hope because you will be disappointed in the end,” I muttered with a cold and harsh voice before stepping out of the study room.

There was no such thing as hope. Gone was the time when I believed in it. After my father and elder brother were killed by the werewolves, nothing but destruction mattered to me.

Werewolves don't deserve to be pitied. They are greedy failures who should be burned to ashes.

Even the most fragile shouldn't be trusted. Not even her.

My eyes caught a glimpse of the little wolf, roaming down the hallway.

I changed my direction following her behind to see what mischief she was up to. Maybe, I might find a quick reason to end her pathetic life before thirty days elapses.

She stopped in front of a closed door, suspiciously looking around to see if she was being followed.

A corner of my lip pulled up in glee, expectant of the evil she was about to commit. I will certainly roast her alive this time around.

The thought of killing her excited me as I strode over to the door where she had entered. Cracking the door open, willed fire onto my palm ready to burn her at first sight.