A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 329: I Hate His Scent

Chapter 329: I Hate His Scent

"Although it would be quite good if you started looking for a wife," Old Master Lenort added. "You currently have no standing as of now, I hope you do realize that."

Ryan stared at Old Master Lenort in disbelief. How could he say such things to him? It hasn’t even been up to a month since his wife’s death, and he already wants him to look for a new wife. His wife hasn’t even been buried yet due to the autopsy nonsense, and he wants him to find a wife.

Was that how low his father regarded Natasha?

Ryan had a lot he wanted to pour out, but knowing nothing good would come of it, he balled his hands, tightening his grip on the knife and fork.

...

As they returned to their bedroom, Avelina gripped Draven’s wrist, stopping him and forcing him to look at her.

"Draven."

Draven faced her and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"What is the heat thing that your father spoke of? The full moon and something?" Avelina probed.

"Oh?" Draven blinked. "It’s nothing much. It’s a full moon, so during this time, we would constantly seek blood, especially the ones that have mates. No amount would be enough during this time."

"And what about the heat thing?" Avelina further asked.

Draven stared at her for a few moments and inquired, "You really wish to know?"

Avelina nodded, swallowing hard.

Draven exhaled and proceeded to explain, "We royal-blooded vampires go into heat during this time, Avelina. They are moments where we constantly want to indulge with our partner—sexually, to be precise. And no, we cannot control it because we are nothing more than berserk individuals then, unless we take suppressants constantly."

"And as you heard from my father, we are out of suppressants. Also, this time is the most perfect for mating. Our kinds usually mate during their heat because the production of offspring is very much guaranteed. It lasts for a few weeks to a month," he clarified.

Avelina darted her eyes around, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Then...what about you? What do you plan to do about it?"

"Huh?" Draven was bewildered by her question.

Avelina balled her hands, bravely looking into his eyes. "What do you plan to do? You will go into heat, right? How will you deal with it?"

Draven rubbed his back, smiling awkwardly. "Um...how else?"

"What do you mean?" Avelina frowned at him. She was seriously hoping it wasn’t what she was thinking. "Are you saying you are going to spend your time with... women?"

Draven shook his head at her, amused. "Women? No, I’m not some kind of beast. Just one woman. I will pick someone and—"

"And mate with her? Will you also have offspring with her?" Avelina cut him off, starting to sound off.

Draven was a bit taken aback. "Mate? Offspring?"

"No, of course not. Why would I mate or have an offspring with someone I don’t really know?"

Avelina loured at him, starting to get angry. "But you said that you would find—"

"Mating does not work like that for us, Avelina," Draven interrupted her. "To mate with someone, you have to mark them. The same goes for creating offspring. You cannot produce an offspring with someone you did not mark."

"So, no, I do not plan on marking whoever it will be. I’m just going to be satisfying myself. That is all."

Avelina was not very convinced, but she seemed to have felt some sort of relief within her.

"But...you marked me a lot of times, Draven. Does that mean you—"

"Oh, no." Draven chortled softly. He patted her head, saying, "When it’s only one person that does the marking, mating will not work. For mating and the creation of an offspring to actually work, both have to mark each other."

"And since you are neither a vampire nor even a half, it won’t work. I am the only one who marked you, you didn’t do the same, so do not worry, you are safe. Besides, I would never have just anyone mark me."

Avelina, although relieved, felt a huge wave of disappointment course through her at the same time. She’d truly gone crazy to hope it would have worked. She could not help but almost chuckle inwardly at her own stupidity.

Draven ruffled her hair all of a sudden. "Do not worry, Avelina. I marked you because I wanted to leave my scent on you. I needed you to smell like me so that no one would harm you."

"Smell...like you? Do I have your scent?" Avelina was stunned.

Draven gave a nod. "Pretty much. You didn’t know?"

"Of course not!" Avelina shook her head. She quickly sniffed herself. "I can’t smell your scent on me."

"Silly!" Draven laughed, flickering her forehead. "It’s normal that you can’t. Only vampires can smell it on you. I’m not really sure about other humans, but I can’t smell my scent on you. I can only smell your real scent."

"If someone else were to mark you, it would overshadow my own scent, and you would begin to smell like him. Even having close contact with another male can put a dent in my scent. Meaning it would be half of his scent and half of my scent, but it does not last like a marked scent does. Once you shower or something, it disappears." He shrugged.

Avelina drew her head back, having never known of this. She looked up at Draven with broadened eyes. "Does that mean I smelt like Edward that day?"

"Yes." Draven nodded. "You had his scent all over the place, but I wasn’t going to force you to wash it off. You had no idea after all, and that was why I stayed close to you. I needed it to go away. I hate his scent." He was straightforward with his words.

Avelina could only stand and gaze at him. All this while, she had no idea she’d been smelling like Draven. She never even knew getting marked caused such a thing.