Chapter Fifty Two

Third Person's POV

Angelina stood by the window, staring at the woods, lost in thought. She was worried but filled with regret. The only regret that was bugging her was the fact that Brielle was still alive and breathing.

“That look doesn't suit you,” Chase walked into the room.

“Lighten up, a smile perhaps,” He handed her a glass sif champagne. She held and gazed at it with a baffled look.

“Why didn't you kill her? She made everything far worse for me and I have no motive for my agendas,” She complained, her eyes twitching from the rage shooting through her body.

“Calm yourself,”

“Don't!” She threw the glass into the fireplace, causing it to shatter into tiny fragments all over the carpet. Chase sat still, his expression blank as he took a sip of his drink.

“You don't get to tell me to relax. You pulled me away from my mission, the love of my life, my home that I was working so hard to make perfect,” She got more infuriated the more she spoke. Her whole fantasy world had crumbled around her.

“What was your plan?” Chase asked as he poured himself another drink.

“Kill everyone and marry Lucien? Have his kids and pretend that you are not a serial killer?”

“I'm not a __”

“Keep that lie for those that require it honey,” He cut her off with a fierce stare.

“I'm not one of your puppets or those that are fooled by your glamorous appearance. I know you, the real you that enjoy every kill,”

“Not every kill,” She sighed with her hand over her face. Her skin slowly turned red from all the pent up frustration that was building up within her.

“Now all those kills are worthless. I killed people I call friends, my own twin and that bitch ruined everything,”

“That bitch is my Luna,” Chase declared as he gulped down his drink.

“And she is mine to take, mine to handle, mine to deal with as I see fit,”

“She ruined my life!” Angelina cried out in pain. She went after Chase with a table knife, swinging it for one aim, to kill. Chase dodged her attacks but she tackled him to the bed and sat over him.

“Don't underestimate my anger,” She grunted as she pressed the knife against his neck.

“Wow,” Chase chuckled softly, impressed by her actions. He held on to her waist and leaned forward, causing the knife to bore through his flesh. He groaned heavily as blood spiraled out of the injury.

A rush of adrenaline pumped through Angelina as she watched the overwhelming scene unfold. His strong grip on her thighs, the scent of the blood caused by the weapon in her hand gave her a strong sense of dominance.

“Go on, I know you want to,” He muttered with a smile.

She arched forward and took a sniff of the bloody skin. The profound sensation made her gasp heavily with her thighs running wet with love juice. She couldn't resist, couldn't stop herself from having just a little taste.

She kissed the bloody region and the feeling on her tongue was revolutionary. This moment quickly escalated as she licked the blood off his skin.

The cold sensation caused Chase to let out a soft moan. He suddenly felt out of control as his wild instincts took over. Nothing had made him feel that way since Brielle, He hadn't felt such pull since her. He held her head to his neck as she licked him the spot even harder.

His grip slowly moved up to under her dress. Her soft ass made him even more turned on. Angelina could feel his erection poking her as she grinded slowly on his hard dick.

“I'm going to blur the memory you have of that bitch,” She cussed as she took his hand away from her ass and guided it through her body to her boobs.

Chase felt her stiffened nipples with his index and her soft moan slowly drove him crazy. She moaned with a powerful gaze that made him impatient.

“Feel free to try,” He muttered before he ripped off her dress, exposing the whole package.

She reciprocated and tore off his shirt. She felt her way through his abs to his trousers. She unbuckled it swiftly and assisted him in taking it off. Chase aggressively turned her over on the bed, her bubble ass arched towards him. He salivated hungrily as he stared at it.

He gently brought down her panties to her knees. Angelina moaned softly, the tension and excitement of feeling him gaze at her pussy was heart thrilling.

“You should know I hate making love,” Chase warned as he sent a finger into her vagina, massaging the warm walls of her chambers. Angelina could feel herself going insane as she bit into the bed’s clothing.

“What are you going to do?” She managed to ask amidst gasping for breath.

“I want to fuck my prey,” He answered with a cold gaze as he sent another finger into her.

“Funny,” Angelina chuckled. She tilted her head to meet his gaze before adding,

“I was just about to say the same thing,”

Chase smiled, he folded her hair into a ponytail and grabbed on to it. Slowly he inserted himself into her while yanking her backwards from her ponytail.

“Shit!” She growled in pleasure, the action taking her by surprise as Chase plunged even deeper into her sanctuary. He thrusted deeper, holding her hair firmly, causing her forehead to turn red.

“Damn it!” She cried out, drooling as she squirted all over his hard dick.

Chase didn't just feel pleasure, he felt powerful. He could feel himself gradually approaching climax and the sensation was epic. He lowered his mouth to her neck as he fucked her crazy fast.

Without any warning, he dug his fangs into her neck. Angelina reacted with a loud groan as everything immediately felt heightened. She held his head to the spot, clawing her hand into the neck as he bit deeper.

“Mark..marked me,” She gulped hard as Chase didn't stop thrusting. She could feel his dick throbbing inside of her as he climbed to an ecstatic point.

He held on to her nipple and pinched down hard. With one last pump, he was done, letting out his seed into her. For the first time in a long time, they felt exhausted. They collapsed on the bed, laughing softly as they stared at the mess they made.

“You marked me,” Angelina felt her neck.

“It's only fitting, I couldn't resist,” Chase breathed heavily.

“Come here,” He pulled her in closer and kissed her passionately. His hand wrapped around her neck as he sucked the life out of her.

He was tired but he still got hard, he wanted more.

“Fuck me, Supreme Alpha,” Angelina whispered as she climbed over him, gently inserted his dick back into her slimy pussy.

With a smile, Chase took her again.

*******

“You haven't stepped out of your room,” A man said to Rio who sat by the window, staring at the little kids that played around the mansion.

“You have to come out, your people need to see that their Alpha still lives,”

“I am a different breed and I almost got killed by a commoner,” He muttered softly, voice almost like a whisper. He kept on recalling his moment with Lucien and how he was brought to the brink of death.

“How is he different?”

“Alpha Lucien and you are the only ones that haven't joined Chase's society of alphas,” The man said. Rio still appeared unsatisfied, felt broken for losing.

“My father would be disappointed,” He remarked, taking deep breaths to calm his scorching rage.

“And one of the reasons Chase had left me alone is because he didn't understand __”

He had not finished his sentence when a gentle slashing sound interrupted. He reacted immediately, standing to his feet as he watched the man he was speaking to collapse before his feet.

His mind raced because he instantly thought it was Lucien but he was shocked to see a little girl standing over the man's body.

“What the hell?”

“Greetings Alpha Rio,” Suzie chirped cheerfully.

“My father sent me to see you,”

“You are part of Chase’s goon. What do you want?” He asked calmly as he pulled a knife from the table.

“To play,” She gave a response that caught him off guard.

“I heard you are different like me, so I'm here to play,”