Todos los capítulos de The Vampire Lord Wants My Blood: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Alistair’s POV The Great Chamber was cold, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and the nervous sweat of the ministers. I arrived at the massive obsidian doors, my boots clicking sharply against the stone. Axel was already there, his hand gripping the collar of the witness. The prisoner looked small and broken next to Axel’s massive frame. "He has been quiet since the sun rose," Axel noted, nodding to me. "The fear has finally settled into his bones." "Good," I replied. "Let us ensure it stays there." We entered. The Council was in a state of chaos. The semi-circle of seats was full, and the air was filled with the low hum of arguing voices. As soon as I stepped into the light, Fallow stood up, his face red with indignation. "This is an outrage, Alistair!" Fallow shouted, slamming his hand on the wood. "You have no authority to fracture this Council! You arrest Nix, you chase Lord Silas into the night, and now you bring this... this common filth into our sacred chamb

Lena's POV The evening air was crisp as Helen led me out of the Consort’s wing. She had been acting strange for the last hour, fussing over my hair until every strand was perfectly braided with small silver ribbons. She even made me wear a new set of sapphire jewelry that Alistair had sent over weeks ago. I felt suspicious, but every time I asked what was going on, she just gave me that blank, professional look. We reached the entrance to the royal gardens. The iron gates were draped in climbing white roses that smelled like heaven. Helen stopped at the threshold and raised her voice slightly. "My Lord, the Lady Lena has arrived," she announced. She gave me a little nudge forward and left. I walked down the stone path, my heart doing a nervous dance in my chest. I saw him standing near the central fountain with his back to me. He was wearing a formal tunic of deep charcoal grey, embroidered with silver thread that caught the fading light. He always dressed well, but today he looked

Lena's POV I woke up to a weight behind me that I wasn’t used to. It was a solid, comforting heat that pressed against my back, and for a second, I thought I was still dreaming. Alistair was spooning me, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He was asleep—or so I thought—but his body was moving with a slow, desperate friction against mine. A low, gravelly moan vibrated against my skin. "Val’thira..." he murmured, his voice thick with a hunger I’d only heard in whispers in my dreams. He was dry humping me in his sleep. I felt my face burst into flames, the heat spreading from my cheeks down to my chest. I should have been shocked, but the sensation of him pressed so close, so needy, made my own stomach do a somersault. I tried to turn in his arms, wanting to see him. It took some effort, but I managed to wiggle around until I was facing him. He was still out of it, his eyes closed tight, his brow furrowed as if he were in pain. But his

Lena's POV The door had barely clicked shut behind Alexa when the silence in Alistair’s chambers became deafening. I stood in the middle of the room, my hands still trembling slightly. Alistair moved toward me, his robe fluttering around his ankles."Are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.I gave a small, stiff nod. "Yeah. I’m fine. I just... I didn't expect to find anyone in here." I looked at the bed where Alexa had been lounging so comfortably. "Why was she in your rooms, Alistair? She acted like she lived here."Alistair rubbed the back of his neck, looking genuinely exhausted. "She has always barged into my space without leave. We were close growing up; our fathers were allies. She has made herself at home in my presence for as long as I can remember, regardless of my protests."I felt a cold knot tighten in my stomach. She was gorgeous, tall, powerful, and she knew exactly how this world worked. My insecurities, which I thought I had buried under my new silk dres

Lena’s POV I stared at the Queen Mother, my mouth hanging open. The thought of performing such an intimate act in front of a crowd of noble vampires and judging council members made my stomach do a flip.The Queen Mother let out a soft, amused laugh and shook her head. "No, silly child. We are not barbarians. You do not have to 'go all the way,' as you put it, in front of the court. The ancient texts say the mark is given during the climax of passion, but there is no one fixed way to achieve that."I frowned, the heat in my face not fading one bit. That wasn't reassuring in the least. "But people will still be watching? How are we supposed to... achieve anything with a room full of people staring at us?""Tradition demands witnesses for royal unions, Lena," she explained, her tone turning more serious. "The Ancient Blood Marriage is usually a very private affair for common vampires, but for royalty, it is a state event. The Council, the priests, and the high nobles, both vampire and