Todos los capítulos de The Vampire Lord Wants My Blood: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Alistair's POV The morning light filtered through the heavy silk curtains in thin, golden needles. I remained still, watching the slow, even rise and fall of Lena’s shoulders. The memory of the night—the heat of her skin, the way she had looked at me with such absolute surrender—was still fresh in my mind. I felt a peace I hadn't known in three hundred years.Lena stirred, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks before her eyes opened. When she saw me watching her, a deep crimson flush spread from her neck to her forehead. She immediately tried to pull the furs over her head, hiding her bare shoulders."Good morning, my Queen," I teased, reaching out to tug the covers back down. "There is no need to hide. I have seen everything there is to see, and I find it all quite remarkable.""Alistair, stop," she muttered, her voice thick with sleep. She was so shy for a woman who had been so bold only hours before. "It’s too early for you to be this... you."I chuckled and leaned over, pressi

Lena’s POV I sat in the solar for a long time after Alistair left, the ghost of his touch still lingering on my skin. The memory of our encounter kept playing in the back of my mind. It felt like he was trying to leave a permanent mark on me, something to keep me anchored to him while he went out to battle. I finally stood up, smoothing my skirts and trying to shake the lingering daze from my head.The main hallway was quiet, the usual bustle replaced by a heavy, expectant tension. Helen was waiting for me near the arched doorway. She didn't say anything, but the way she adjusted my shawl told me she knew exactly what I had been doing. She led me back to the Consort wing, where a light meal was waiting.I picked at the food, my appetite gone. I kept thinking about what Alistair said regarding the Queen Mother. He looked so genuinely worried, and Alistair didn't worry about "mild weariness.""Helen," I said, setting down my fork. "I want to go to the Queen Mother’s chambers. Now."Hel

Alistair's POV The silver chains hissed as I wound them around Silas’s wrists. He didn't fight me. He simply stared with a vacant, cold expression as my men secured the rest of the High Citadel. The siege had been swift. Because we had taken the heights and removed the head of the snake, the remaining loyalists surrendered or fled into the mountain tunnels. We suffered only a few losses, brave men who had fallen in the initial breach of the corridors. "Gather the fallen," I commanded Axel. "The sun will not wait for our grief." We moved in a hurried, somber procession back toward the palace. As the first pale light of dawn began to bleed over the horizon, we reached the outer gates. We laid our fallen brothers out on the grass. As the sun’s rays touched their cold skin, they dissolved into fine, glittering dust that caught the wind and fluttered away into the sky. I stood there for a moment, my head bowed, until the sound of rapid footsteps broke the silence. Kael came running tow

Lena's POVHe leaned in close, his body heat pressing against me, hands planted on the door beside my head. His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. “Kneel, Val’thira,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through my core. The words hung in the air, demanding obedience, and my knees weakened under the weight of his stare.I slid down slowly, my skirts pooling around me as I sank to the floor. My hands trembled as I reached for his belt, unbuckling it with fumbling fingers. He watched me, a smirk playing on his lips, his fangs peeking out just enough to remind me of his hunger. I tugged his breeches open, freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, hard and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The scent of him filled my senses, making my mouth water.“Open your mouth,” he ordered, wrapping one hand in my hair to guide me. I parted my lips, and he pushed forward, sliding his cock past them. The salty taste hit my tongue as I wrapped my lips around

Lena’s POV I stared at Alistair, my heart doing a strange, frantic dance against my ribs. Pregnant. The word felt heavy, impossible, and terrifyingly real all at once. I looked down at his large hand resting over my stomach. "Are you sure?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "The physician... he’s certain?"Alistair’s eyes were wetter than I had ever seen them. "He is certain, Lena. Six weeks." He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. I could feel the slight tremor in his shoulders. "We are going to have a child."A wave of emotions crashed over me. I was ecstatic, a bubbly warmth spreading through my chest, but right behind it was a sharp spike of apprehension. I was human. He was a vampire. Would it be safe for me to carry a vampire baby? Eh. The Queen mother did it so I can. I pulled Alistair into a hug, burying my face in his neck.Alistair stayed with me for another hour, murmuring promises against my skin, before a messenger arrived. Duty called him to the border re