BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 374: Kidnapped {1}

Chapter 374: Kidnapped {1}

EMMA

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My entire body aches and the sharp ringing in my ears is becoming a nuisance. I couldn’t move my body, I couldn’t feel anything, it was like I was tied down by a rock and the weight of it was coming from my right shoulder, that bite. It’s affecting me, affecting my head, my body, I can’t think, and worse of all I can’t use my powers.

How did it come to this?

I let my mind travel... I remember the night was cold, just as always, it was always cold, and the moonlight shone the brightest, I was having trouble sleeping so I stood by the window just as I always did and watched the skies. Tiger is always next to me... standing next to the window too as I gently trailed my hand up and down his head, petting the creature.

He has always been next to me... my familiar.

It was supposed to be yet another calm evening trapped in a particular place ever since I came back to the country. I have two men in my life who took my safety to its utmost importance, practically obsessing over it like angry children, it was either stay in one place or face their nagging.

I knew what the safety measures were meant for... it was important because my very existence was a trigger to many things.

And yet... the worst happened, the mansion was attacked, I was told to stay in my room while they dealt with the intruders but it was already a losing battle the moment this place was stormed, someone must have sold us out, because this was the best hiding place possible.

It is said the best way to avert your enemies is to stay close to them...

I don’t know if I will survive this... for all I knew the werelion’s attacks over the years have never been the nicest, they attack to destroy every walking vampire and I was no exception.

So I ordered Tiger to get my brother, he has a special ability to walk through portals, an ability I was able to harness over the years. Much to Tiger’s disagreement, he warped out of the room. But will he make it in time?

I got the answer to my question when the floor I stayed on was attacked and I had to defend myself, the werelions had dark fur, so it was no doubt Rogues, taking them down was easy... I caught them off guard and I intended to make a run for it after that because there was no way I could take on an army of werelions, I’m not that stupid.

But then another came... the very presence was different from the rest of the rogues, bigger and taller, with a menacing aura that was almost suffocating, with abnormal heat reeking off it, maybe this was the commander who brought the rogues in.

I have heard the Dark Alpha let his minions do his bidding, his control over the werelion society was a force to be reckoned with, the first dark Alpha in history... a powerful threat to the vampire society.

Dace Alexander Devereaux.

And yet he was the one who attacked me, he led the attack and I was caught off guard, like I was hit by a storm the moment I set my eyes on his dark golden orbs void of emotions, and I let myself slip when I said his name.

I won’t make that mistake again.

But it wasn’t like I had any choice, it is said that even though the mind is built like a shield to handle any wrath... the heart remains just as fragile. I’m not a monster, I still have feelings, even though they were feelings that have long faded, my heart still beats when I set my eyes on him and it is all deja vu, it took me years to deal with my emptiness and I was already coming out of it and yet here he was... the source of my never-ending nightmare that has tormented my cold soul.

Fate must really hate me... dying at his hands once wasn’t enough and yet here I was trapped and maybe death will follow... just how cruel will fate be to me?

He asked me a simple question... which I answered with a nod still rivaling my thoughts, and what happened next was the least of what I expected to transpire.

He bit down on my shoulder.

And pain not being my greatest ally caused a scream to rip out of me and the rest were fuzzy, the warmth from his hand wrapped around my neck, not tender as I once remembered but threatening like he held onto his prey. I was his prey and I was kidnapped by him.

That was what I remember after I was thrown over his shoulders like an object and taken away.

The feeling of something dropping on my body caused me to stir awake, everything was too bright for my eyes like I was staring out of a window so I turned to the side to ease the burn, my chest heaving. My body was so cold and frozen on the spot, the pain from the bite was mind-wrecking. Whatever that bite was, I can’t do anything...

I turned my head weakly, my eyes half open as I met with black, I trailed my eyes further up and noticed black jeans and then a black shirt tight against his frame leaving nothing for imagination.

My breath caught again as I locked my gaze on him.

It’s been five years... he more mature, and more handsome and his features were just as flawless, his dark midnight hair was thicker and fuller, allowing some curly strands to fall on his forehead matching with his thick eyebrows, his dark golden eyes are now more piercing almost like it could rip you apart with just a mere gaze, drowning you in its darkness.

Eyes that once held nothing more than warmth, light, and love were now drenched in nothing but chaos before me. A chaos I created...