Semua Bab Old Souls: Vampire Princess Vs The Last Lycan: Bab 21 - Bab 27

Dominic I am sitting behind my desk and staring at the long email from Oscar, that bastard! His subject line is ‘This is every evidence that shows why Princess Esther is guilty.’ Almost at the same time, another email pops into my inbox, and it’s from the vampires’ council with a request to meet two days from now to discuss a way forward regarding Esther.The thought that she will be leaving me in two days fills me with dread. I glance at the email from Oscar, wondering what kind of madness he wrote, and I make a mental note to call my spies for an update on what the vampires are up to. My gamma knocks before opening the door, and I shut the laptop before looking up. My beta follows a few seconds after. I sigh because I’m tired of feeling like a parent who is always solving my children’s squabbles. If it’s not squabbles between my pack members, it’s between alphas of other packs, and they never bother to solve these problems on their own. Sometimes, this is enough reason for me to

EstherI walk to the far end of the room, to an empty table, and I pull a seat, wondering what I’m even doing in this room with a bunch of werewolves. Did I really think they would suddenly accept me? I scan the room and my eyes meet Pretty’s, who shrugs, seemingly also confused. The silence in the room is deafening, as if I’m crashing an exclusive party. Which is almost true, because I’m not part of these species. Dominic mouths something to Pretty, and she giggles. The wolves look at this exchange with beaming faces, their smiles shatter my heart, but this is how it’s supposed to be. He is supposed to be with a werewolf mate, and they should be happy together. At Pretty and Dominic’s table, there is Aiden, Josh, Hilda and a single empty seat. I steal a glance at the table, hoping Aiden would look up, but he keeps his eyes on the plate, as if he is ignoring me on purpose. The room slowly gets filled with whispers and chatter. Everyone speaks about casual stuff like the food and

Esther I take another deep breath on purpose, thinking that I can use the smell to imagine myself drinking the blood, and then I can fool my brain into thinking I ate. Big mistake! “Are you okay?” Diana asks. “I’m fine,” I say. Still facing the washing machines. If she saw my face right now, she would run. I swallow, the monster in my brain convincing me that I should perhaps drink her blood. Just a little bit, and then I can hypnotise her to forget about the incident. But what if I can’t stop? I’m way too hungry, and she is a child. Can we even hypnotise werewolves? “Can I use garlic to protect myself against you?” She asks, as if she hears my thoughts. “No,” I chuckle, feeling my face relax. “I eat garlic.” She nods, her heartbeat getting louder. My senses get frantic at this. I salivate, imagining how the blood would flow in a rush in my mouth. Maybe the blood of werewolves is not poisonous, maybe it even tastes better. I shake my head to get rid of these thoughts. Maybe I