บททั้งหมดของ Unveiling The Vampire's Omega (Bound By Blood Freed By Love): บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter: 51 ****** TALON: The East Wing was an exquisite setting, adorned with vibrant flowers and lush trees that enhanced the building's charm. The prospect of residing in such an environment began to seem quite appealing. As I approached my new living space, I encountered several familiar faces. “Hey, Talon!” said Rosa, a fellow instructor, her hair a wild cascade of curls. She approached with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I heard you’re moving to the East Wing. That’s quite a step up!” I returned her smile, feeling a twinge of gratitude for the warmth she radiated. “Yeah, it’s a big change, but it’s time.” “Just don’t forget us little people!” she joked, nudging me playfully. I chuckled, reassured by the friendly banter as we exchanged pleasantries with other staff members. The warm welcome from fellow instructors felt good, a reminder that I wouldn't be alone in this transition. Finally, as I approached East Wing, my heart raced with excitemen

Chapter: 53 ****** TALON: I stirred from my slumber, the heavy blanket of sleep clinging to me like a fog. Blinking against the dim light filtering through my window, confusion clouded my mind for a moment. I glanced outside, and the world had transformed; night had fallen, cloaking the Elysium in darkness. The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver beams that danced upon the ground, illuminating the path for those brave enough to wander. Instinctively, a restlessness thrummed within me. It was time to hunt. I rose from my bed, the cool air of the room brushing against my skin, igniting the dormant energy inside me. Ever since that fateful night in the forest—when I had woken up after Rax and his goons had attacked me—I had felt a profound shift within myself. Memories of Altair flooded my mind, uninvited yet persistent. I wondered how he was faring, if he was safe if he was eating well, if he was taking care of himself. Each thought pierced my heart, a reminder of the connect

Chapter: 55 ******* TALON: As I stood there, speechless, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small blade. My heart raced, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. Without hesitation, he pressed the blade to his arm, cutting into his flesh with an unsettling calm. The scent of his blood filled the air—intoxicating and rich, a siren's call that ignited a primal hunger deep within me. “Altair,” I muttered, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer, recognition flooding over me like a tidal wave. As I looked into his eyes again, everything around us faded; it was just him and me, connected by an invisible thread that pulled me closer. “Feed,” he commanded, his voice low and steady. In an instant, instinct took over. I grasped his wrist, my fingers wrapping around his warm skin, and leaned in as my fangs extended in anticipation. I pressed my lips against the fresh wound, the taste of his blood flooding my senses like a forbidden elixir. It was intoxica

Chapter: 57 ****** ALTAIR: The thought sent a thrill through me, a rush of possibility that filled the room with a warmth I had longed for. Yet, the reality of our situation loomed like a shadow. The threat of discovery hung in the air, a palpable tension thick with unspoken desires and fears. I could feel the urgency of our predicament, but the warmth of his presence ignited something I had stifled for so long. “I’ve missed you,” Virgil confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. The sincerity in his eyes cut through the chaos in my mind. “These past three days felt like an eternity. I dreamt of you every night, of us by the river, laughing without a care in the world.” “I missed you too,” I admitted, my heart swelling with the weight of his words. “Every moment without you felt like a piece of me was missing like I was trapped in the dark.” A smile broke across his face, a radiant light that chased away the shadows lingering in my heart. “Then let’s not waste any mor

Chapter: 59 ****** TALON: I swallowed hard and stepped aside, allowing him to enter. He was accompanied by two unfamiliar wolves, while his Betas lingered by the cars, waiting. Only the two unknown wolves followed him into my home. A flicker of instinct urged me to leave my doors ajar, ready for a quick escape if necessary. In the end, I settled for cracking one open, then followed them inside, my bag slipping from my shoulders as I trailed behind. My uncle didn't stop until he reached the piano. His fingers swept lazily across the keys, producing tones that resonated deep within my trembling soul. He knew exactly what he was doing; he played with purpose. I watched as his eyes scanned the sheets I had been composing, and he played a few familiar notes. My breath caught, but I remained rooted in my spot. “You bought a piano? I didn’t know you played,” he said, settling onto the sofa beside the instrument. My heart sank at his words. It hadn’t been him who had gifted me