Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Fifth Throne: Craving His Forbidden Sub: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

(A/N: Hello, guys. I genuinely apologise for not updating for a long time. I'm so sorry, but I'm back now to writing. I hope you guys will pick up this book again and give it a chance). Muah. ~Kael~(I realise I mistakenly change Crescent's name to Olivia. I corrected that in this chapter). I just arrived at my territory, and Rhett is the first thing that comes to my mind. I want to see him, for no particular reason. Not one I've explored or ever opened my mind to. But deep down, it exists. It craves to see him.My monster can't help it. His predatory instincts won't just leave Rhett to be but drive me to check on him, to make sure he's really on our bed, tucked in, comfortable, while I wait for him to wake up and throw his usual tantrum. The little human is unaware of how funny he is when vexed.As if this isn't strange enough, I smile as I think about Rhett. His charm. Then, Valois' fruity cinnamon scent interrupts my thoughts. "How did it go with Atticus?" I sigh. This isn't

~Rhett~"Why the fuck are you here?" His first question—he yells at me. Still in shock, I stare at his chest. I can see how his muscles tighten due to fear. I'm trying to wrap his emotions around my hard but it's a difficult task. Is he scared on my behalf?I want to speak but my mouth won't open. I'm stunned myself. Tears brim my eyes, and he catches the drop. His face changes when he fumes and turns around to face Valois and Xander. The air shifts, blasting heavy wave of gust towards Valois and Xander. I cover my face as the ground clears from the effect."You..." His snarl, it sounds like he's going to kill them both. And for real, my eyes struggle to keep track as he speeds towards them. He grabs both their necks, flies midair, and slams them into the ground. "Go to the study. Now!"I feel strange. Normally, I'd be frightened by his aura but something about it arouses me. I find it scary but also sexy. And damn, I'm not going to lie but he looks hot midair. His muscles are bigg

~Kael~"Mother, you called for me." Upon gaining sight of Sigrid, my lips curl into a smile. "Ah, I see you're making your usual day-starter." I root my hands deep into my pockets as I walk closer. I pick a chair opposite the one she's seated, preparing her remediation. "Precisely." Her voice is a whisper, but well-proportioned with light sarcasm. I find myself grinning harder. "Would you like to share this Jasmine tea with me? I can add milk for you just in case.""Mehhhh." I make a funny face and she chuckles. "Expected so." She says more to herself before she reoccupies her seat. I wonder how she drinks that concoction without vomiting. Even as a vampire, I'm disgusted by the earthly smell. She prepares it differently but healthily. When she has adjusted herself properly, she seeks into my mind. "Xander has been my company since I arrived back here. I haven't seen you very much. In the very least, I've come to notice a few things. Your Kingdom stands. Marcellus is no trouble—we

~Rhett~I have finished taking my bath and caring for my skin. Regardless of the situation and where I am, I'm not going to look like my problem. Not that I want to impress Kael, in all honesty.Hell, I don't even give a shit about that parasite. I am fully dressed before I realise I don't know the way to the dining room, and I won't dare walk these hallways or rooms without someone with a known face. I'm not about to die by some hungry leech's fangs. The thought of being sucked, my blood being sucked, makes me want to vomit. I peep outside the door and see Mr. Living dead there. For the first time, I'm glad he's around."I'm famished. Let's hurry. Lead the way, asswipe." Of course, as expected of him, he does as I tell him and leads the way. We arrive at the dining room shortly after. Maybe when I'm full and not starving like hell, I'll torment him... in our alone time. The theme of tonight: sculpture, decor, and design leaves a dark and gothic vibe. And the candles add some sort

~Rhett~I'm freezing. Fidgeting is an understatement of whatever my body is passing through. My mind dashes wild, and I feel sensitive to basically everything around me. On a small chair, I am curled into a ball. My knees are in my arms, firmly grabbed with my chin atop my kneecap. I'm lost in the space, completely forgotten that I'm in Lady Sigrid's room. "Hello, Rhett. Heavens, you look ghastly lost in thoughts, like a ghost." Lady Sigrid gives a vivid description of my facial expression as though I care, or I'm even listening to her.A graze of her touch, and I flinch. "Leave me be. Don't come close." I almost trip earlier, but she respects me and steps back. Just a step back. "This is tea, a different kind of tea." Oh, she's trying to brainwash me, isn't she? Sent by the devil Kael, right? Her eyes are centered on mine but I look away before she seeks into my soul. "It'll help you feel better."A few seconds later, I still haven't responded, so she adds with a soft smile. "I