BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 326: Dance With The Werelions {10}

Chapter 326: Dance With The Werelions {10}

GRAYSON

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I have never been to a fancy party before... It was all too ’grandiloquent’ for me, the lustrous dresses, the suits... many suits, so classy and the prestigious view about everything, the lavish decorations, glittering golds here and there, and the instrumental music playing, it felt like I was in some England ball with all the famous people in it. Well, the werelions were famous species alright, and filthy rich just like the Vampires, I was taught they were the oldest magical creatures so I bet money wasn’t their issue.

But to spend so much on one party? And for the naming of Emma as Dace’s Female or whatever they call it, I didn’t expect it to go this far or maybe it was just an excuse to come together for I knew werelions rarely gather in one place, they lived in clans and difficult to track that way. Being in a room full of werelions, was like trying to overcome an addiction... Yes, my bloodlust was foolish enough to come off, if I wasn’t odorless to them I bet they could have caught a whiff of it in less than a second.

The strong urge to reach for my gun at the back of my pants where I kept it hidden as a precaution. I really need to level down my bloodlust, I was no longer a fully pledged Venatores, and besides I can’t hunt werelions anymore, not if they give me a reason to...

I can’t find Emma ever since she left with Dace, well as long as she’s with Dace and it was all good. I sighed adjusting the waistband, fuck this was frustrating, suits were not my thing at all, but I had to keep up with this, I was the servant boy right now and I have to act that part or I will blow my cover.

With every passing werelion, they would take a glass of champagne from my tray and walk to the next person they would talk with... it was filled with chit chatting, several murmurs here and there.

I just did my best, keeping my eyes out for any danger as I added more drinks to my tray, but... I was having a hard time keeping myself on track, maybe my bloodlust won’t make me lose it and do something stupid but I definitely would if I had to cut some hand off...

A particular werelion was clinging to Emilia, they have engaged in a talk for so long and he kept having his hands on either her waist or her arms, he would even whisper something to her ear and it was ticking me off, if looks could kill I would have done it a long time ago.

Why the fuck was I jealous? I mean we aren’t dating or anything but that doesn’t mean we haven’t had a thing... we HAVE, and it was still in a complicated situation, the whole Female and Male thing was a bigger thing to grasp, Emma has come in terms with her because she has time, but mine was different, despite the time I have grew up to view werelions as monsters, but after everything I never saw Emilia as a monster, she was goddess right before my eyes, since the moment I laid eyes on her tonight it was nothing but self-control.

Even when she helped me with my tie, even right now, in that gold glittering dress like she was the star of the show, her dark straight hair shoulder length where her neck remained exposed from the kind of dress she wore, The bangs that fell on her forehead that I would love to part with my fingers.

Her golden dress had tiny sleeves like tiny strings, leaving her shoulders exposed, the same loveable shoulder that Werelion kept touching.

Emilia was giggling now but sounded uncomfortable in the background, what the fuck are they talking about? Judging from how they talked she seemed like she knew him and the look they would pass to each other from time to time told me they were way more than acquaintances...

He mumbled something to her ear as he continued to caress her shoulders, pressing on them, and then I lost it... my legs were already moving, stupidity at the highest but I didn’t care as long as he gets his hands off her, I can’t take it, the thought of someone touching her and doing things that I can’t was a trigger to my soul. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have been asking myself that same question ever since and I have never gotten the answer.

"Champagne?" I said with a forced smile and their attention turned to me.

"Oh no we’re good" The guy waved me off, but the smile remained on my lips almost like it was plastered there, yes for good sake because I was on the cusp of reaching for my gun and shooting this dude.

"I said we’re good," he said once again, seeming offended, for I still stood there like a wall and I didn’t plan on moving.

"I’m bored Gonzalo" she mused to him and his attention darted to her.

He snickered. "What do you mean bored?"

"Your talks as usual"

His smile fades and I was lucky I still have my smile on, maybe it grew wider.

"But we were having so many fun talks, you know back when we use to..." he mused moving closer and almost grabbing her waist again and I was on the brink of taking out my gun and damning it all to hell...

"Hands on me again and it will be off before you even blink" she threatened.

Would I be insane if I said this was the hottest thing ever? Mostly because of the deadly look she gave.

She moved to him and made sure to speak into his ear. "I’m only playing nice because this is an occasion" she pulled back. "And please don’t let our fling get to your head, you do know if my brother finds out we actually..." she didn’t finish.

This dude Gonzalo already had a look of fear in his eyes.

"I will have that drink" he mumbled as he placed the empty wine glass and grabbed another refill, chugging on it as he walked away.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" She snapped silently at me.