Todos os capítulos de The Vampire Lord Wants My Blood: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Alistair's POV The rhythmic thud of hooves against the damp earth usually served as a metronome for my thoughts, a way to clear the fog of politics and hunger. But tonight, the air felt thick, as if the darkness itself were pressing against my lungs. As we rode toward the southern borders, my mind remained locked in that study with Lena. I couldn't stop thinking about what she had told me. It turned my stomach. Silas was not just trying to take my throne, he was trying to shatter my soul by luring me into a blood-frenzy that would end in Lena’s death. He wanted the world to see me as an uncontrollable beast, a failed King who couldn't even protect his own mate from his own hunger. “The House of Drakos is bold to stir while the Council sits in judgment,” Kael remarked, his horse pulling level with mine. The moon caught the silver of his armor, making him look like a ghost in the trees. “Desperation breeds boldness, Kael,” I replied, my voice barely audible over the wind. “Also, i

Alistair's POVThe darkness had been cold and heavy, like being buried under a mountain of ice. But then, a warmth flooded my veins. It was the taste of summer, of life, and of a fire that burned brighter than any sun. My female’s blood. It didn't just nourish me, it sang to my very soul. I opened my eyes and saw her. She was crying, her face a mess of tears and snot, but she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The silver toxin that had been eating at my heart was retreating, forced out by the sheer power of the life she had given me. I could feel the hole in my back itching and stitching itself shut with impossible speed.“Hello, Val’thira,” I whispered.She burst into fresh sobs, and I didn't hesitate. I pulled her into my arms, tucking her head under my chin. I was weak, but I felt stronger than I had in years. The heavy fog that had clouded my mind for weeks was gone.“Hush now,” I consoled her, stroking her hair. “I am here. I am fine. Death has no hold on me tonight.”

Lena's POVI woke up slowly, my eyes tracing the intricate carvings on the ceiling. The room was bathed in the deep, honey-colored light of evening. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the silence. It felt surreal. Earlier this morning, Alistair was dying on this very floor. The image of the silver hilt in his back kept flashing in my mind, making my stomach flip.The heavy door creaked open, and Helen walked in. Her face was as blank as ever, but there was a stiffness in her shoulders that told me she wasn't okay. She didn't say a word as she began pouring steaming water into the large copper tub.“Helen,” I said, sitting up. “Stop it.”She paused, a pitcher in her hand. “Stop what, Lady Lena?”“Beating yourself up,” I replied, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I know that you are. It wasn't your fault. There was toxic gas, Helen. Even Alistair’s guards were knocked out. You couldn't have known.”Helen looked down at the water, her voice tight. “I had but one duty

Alistair's POV “Lena,” I said softly. I turned to see her standing by the great pillars. She looked small in the massive hall, her emerald dress stark against the grey stone. Her face was pale, and her eyes were fixed on the spot where Rue had been standing just moments ago. “I heard,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I witnessed everything that happened. I had hoped it wasn't true. She really... she really did it for a crown? She would have let me die for a title?” I walked toward her, my boots clicking rhythmically until I reached her side. I didn't care if the lingering ministers saw. I reached out and took her hands in mine. They were ice cold. “Some souls are born with a rot that no love can cure, Val’thira,” I consoled her. “It was not your fault. You were a pawn in a game played by people who do not understand the value of a life.” Lena looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. “She’s my sister, Alistair. Shouldn't there be some unspoken rule that says ‘don’t kill

Alistair’s POV A sharp, rhythmic knock echoed through the heavy oak door. “Enter,” I commanded. Axel stepped inside, his face a mask of disciplined focus. He stopped a few paces from the desk and offered a deep, formal bow to both me and Lena. “My Lord. Lady Lena,” Axel greeted. He straightened, his gaze meeting mine. “Captain Kael has just brought word. He spotted Lord Silas departing the palace gates a short while before the first light of dawn.” My grip tightened on the armrest of my chair. “Departing? On what pretext?” “He informed the gate guards that he was traveling to his estate in the valley to retrieve certain family records for the Council,” Axel reported. “It sounded harmless enough to the sentries, but Kael found it suspicious that he traveled with only two riders and no carriage.” “A ruse,” I muttered, my eyes narrowing. Silas knew. He had seen my recovery, seen my strength in the Council chamber, and he knew Nix would break. He wasn't going for records, he was flee