Avenging Luna
Chapter 163: Craving My Beloved’s Blood!

Chapter 163: Craving My Beloved’s Blood!

Chase’s POV:

Although my father seemed a little better with the presence of Leila and Ash, I knew the reprieve was temporary at best. His illness had its claws deep in him, and no amount of fleeting joy or distraction could reverse what was to come. The weight of inevitability pressed heavily on my shoulders, a constant reminder that time was running out.

But as much as my father’s condition consumed my thoughts, it wasn’t the only thing clawing at my mind.

There was Leila.

She was always there now, her presence like a quiet flame that warmed the cold halls of the castle—and ignited something far more dangerous within me. From the moment I first realized she was my mate, my body had betrayed me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. My fangs ached with the need to pierce her skin, to drink deeply from the very essence of her.

It wasn’t just about sustenance. I’d told you before—we vampires don’t drink human blood. We eat food, just like anyone else, and we can survive perfectly well without a drop of blood. But this? This was different.

Drinking from a beloved wasn’t about survival. It was something far deeper, far more intimate. A bond like no other, a connection that transcended words and bound us together in ways most couldn’t comprehend. It wasn’t just a physical act—it was emotional, spiritual. A sacred exchange that strengthened us both and heightened every moment we shared.

Our saliva carried aphrodites, an ancient elixir that enhanced pleasure, magnified emotions, and deepened bonds. It was why the act of feeding was reserved for mates, for the one destined to stand by our side. For us, it was the ultimate expression of trust and desire.

And that was the problem.

Every time I was near Leila, the craving grew stronger. My body burned for her, my instincts screaming at me to claim what was mine. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

Leila wasn’t ready.

I’d already seen the shadows that haunted her, the scars left by a life of pain and betrayal. She carried those wounds like armor, shielding herself from the world—and from me. The last thing I wanted was to add to her fears, to give her another reason to run.

But gods, it was difficult.

Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every moment spent in her presence tested my resolve. She was everywhere now, her scent lingering in the air, her laughter echoing in the halls as she played with Ash.

And Ash—he adored her.

She’d brought light into his life, a sense of normalcy that he’d been missing for so long. Watching them together filled me with a strange mix of gratitude and envy. Gratitude because she’d given him something I couldn’t. Envy because every smile she gave him felt like one less meant for me.

I clenched my fists, trying to rein in the thoughts that threatened to consume me.

I should tell her.

She deserved to know the truth about what she meant to me, about why I sometimes kept my distance or why my gaze lingered too long. I should explain the bond, the cravings, the way her very presence awakened something primal within me.

But what if she ran?

Leila was skittish, like a wild animal that had been cornered too many times. If I pushed too hard, too fast, I risked losing her—and Ash. And I couldn’t bear that. Not after we’d come so far.

We were making progress. Slowly, yes, but it was progress nonetheless. She was starting to trust me, to let her walls down bit by bit. And I didn’t want to ruin that.

But every day I kept the truth from her, I felt the distance between us growing. The bond demanded honesty, transparency. And I was failing her.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I stared out the window of my chambers. The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the stone walls.

She was probably in her room by now, maybe sitting by the fire or watching over Ash as he slept. The thought of her so close yet so out of reach was maddening.

I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cool glass. I could hear her heartbeat if I focused, the steady rhythm calling to me like a siren’s song.

She had no idea what she was doing to me.

But it wasn’t just about the cravings. It was about her.

Leila was more than my beloved. She was fierce, resilient, and selfless in ways that humbled me. She’d been through hell and come out the other side with a strength that left me in awe.

And yet, she didn’t see it.

She didn’t see how remarkable she was, how her very presence had brought life back to this castle, back to my father, back to me.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to hold her, to show her that she wasn’t alone anymore. That she didn’t have to carry the weight of her past by herself.

But I couldn’t rush her.

So, for now, I would keep my distance. I would fight the cravings, bury the hunger that clawed at me every time she was near. Because Leila deserved more than a man ruled by instinct. She deserved someone who could give her the space she needed, someone who could prove that this bond wasn’t a cage but a sanctuary.

And if that meant enduring the ache in my fangs and the burn in my chest, so be it.

For her, I would wait.

Leila’s POV:

The castle seemed quieter than usual tonight. Ash was sound asleep in his room, his small figure buried under layers of blankets. He’d insisted on hearing three bedtime stories before finally surrendering to his yawns. It had been a long day, filled with his usual antics and the lingering tension I couldn’t quite shake.

And then there was Chase.

He was back, though his presence in the castle only added to the heaviness I felt. When he’d left weeks ago, I’d convinced myself it wouldn’t matter. That his absence wouldn’t leave a mark. After all, I’d spent years surviving alone, trusting no one but myself. I could manage without him.

But I couldn’t lie to myself now. I’d missed him—missed the way his voice filled the empty spaces, the way he always seemed to watch over Ash and me without needing to say a word.

Yet, as much as his return brought relief, it also filled me with unease. I could see it in his eyes, hear it in the way he spoke to me. Chase was hiding something. Something big. And while part of me wanted to press him for answers, another part was too afraid of what I might uncover.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I paced the small room I’d made my sanctuary. The glow of the fireplace cast long shadows on the walls, their flickering movements mirroring the storm of emotions churning inside me.

Chase wasn’t the only one struggling with secrets.

My past clung to me like a second skin, its weight impossible to shed. The Blood Moon Pack, my years as their captive, the horrors I’d endured—all of it was etched into me. Even now, in the safety of this castle, I couldn’t escape the memories.

And yet, Chase... he made me want to try.

His presence was like a steadying force, grounding me in a way I didn’t fully understand. He didn’t push, didn’t demand. He simply stayed, his quiet strength offering a kind of solace I hadn’t realized I craved.

But that didn’t mean I could trust him. Not fully.

There were moments when he looked at me—really looked at me—and I felt like he could see straight through the walls I’d spent years building. It scared me. Not because I thought he’d hurt me, but because I wasn’t sure what he’d find if he dug too deep.

And then there was the way he avoided certain topics, his evasive answers whenever I tried to learn more about where he’d been or what he’d done. Chase was a puzzle, one I wasn’t sure I was ready to solve.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. Dwelling on Chase wouldn’t do me any good. I needed to focus on Ash, on keeping him safe. That was all that mattered.

But even as I told myself that, I couldn’t ignore the pull I felt toward Chase. It was like an invisible thread binding us together, no matter how hard I tried to sever it.

A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned, my heart skipping a beat when I saw him standing there.

"Chase," I said, his name barely more than a whisper.

He stepped inside, his movements smooth and deliberate. The flickering firelight cast shadows across his sharp features, making him look both dangerous and breathtakingly beautiful.

"Leila," he said, his voice low. "I didn’t mean to disturb you."

"You’re not," I replied, though the truth was, his presence always unsettled me—just not in the way it used to.

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, the silence between us thick with unspoken words.

"I needed to see you," he admitted finally, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Why?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.

He hesitated, as though weighing his words carefully. "There’s something I need to tell you. Something I should’ve told you a long time ago."

The seriousness in his tone made my chest tighten. "What is it?"

He took a step closer, his eyes searching mine. "You’ve noticed the way I’ve been... distant at times. The way I’ve struggled to be around you."

I nodded, though I hadn’t fully understood it until now. "I thought you were just... adjusting. To having us here."

"It’s more than that," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "It’s because of what you are to me, Leila."

"What I am?" I repeated, confusion lacing my words.

"You’re my mate," he said, the words heavy with meaning. "My beloved."

The room seemed to tilt as his confession sank in. Mate. Beloved. Words I’d only ever associated with the wolf who’d tormented me.

"You’re not making sense," I said, taking a step back.

"What does that even mean?" I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

"It means that I’m bound to you," he said, his gaze steady. "That my very existence is tied to yours. And it means that my body craves yours in ways I can’t control."

The intensity in his eyes made my breath hitch. "Craves me?"

"Your blood," he admitted, his voice barely more than a whisper. "It’s not just sustenance—it’s intimate. Drinking from a beloved strengthens us, connects us on a level that’s almost... sacred. But it’s more than that. It’s a part of who we are, what we are."

My mind raced, trying to process what he was telling me. "So you’re saying you want to drink my blood?"

"Yes," he said, his honesty both shocking and oddly reassuring. "But I’ve fought the urge, Leila. I’ve fought it because I didn’t want to scare you. Because I know how much you’ve been through, and I didn’t want to add to your burdens."

I stared at him, my emotions warring within me. Part of me wanted to run, to put as much distance between us as possible. But another part—the part that had started to trust him—wanted to stay.

"Why are you telling me this now?" I asked finally.

"Because I can’t keep it from you anymore," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "You deserve to know the truth. And because I need you to understand that this bond between us—it’s not something I chose. But it’s something I’d never give up."

The vulnerability in his words struck a chord deep within me. Chase, the cold and unyielding vampire, was laying his heart bare for me.

"I don’t know if I can do this," I admitted, my voice trembling.

"You don’t have to decide anything right now," he said quickly. "All I ask is that you give me a chance. Let me prove to you that this bond isn’t a curse—it’s a gift."