BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 383: Breakfast With The Alpha {1}

Chapter 383: Breakfast With The Alpha {1}

I could still remember that day, the very day I was plagued by memories, of my entire life, at my very birth, as well as memories that weren’t mine, invading and pulling me back to life. As if a second chance was given to me I opened my eyes to a whole new world.

I felt like myself but at the same I wasn’t, I was cold... like the very dead body I once was and all warmth was gone.

It was too cold and yet I was breathing, did I cheat death? Or was I simply pulled out of a nightmare and brought back into a living one?

"Do you hate me?" Grayson’s words to me soon after he embraced me and broke at the thought of losing me, wreaking in my arms as he spilled tears.

He made a choice, a choice to either let me drown in my nightmare or make me a cold creature.

But I never blamed him, there is something about the inevitable and it was inevitable that I become a vampire, maybe it was my punishment for destroying the very humanity of the man I loved, and now he has come to haunt me.

I can see his eyes, his dark golden eyes on my skin like hot lava, I never felt warmth again but under his gaze, it felt like I was burning deep inside a volcano and not even my bones would remain. The inferno of the past and the monster I created.

It happens again, the excruciating pain at my side, peeling my skin apart and the blood spilling before my eyes.

Dace’s teeth sank his way into my skin and it was pure hell, even my screams didn’t bring me mercy, he’s ruining me and yet I don’t blame him.

I never did.

~

I gasped awake like I emerged from drowning. I was cold. Cold not just in temperature but like when I gave up on life as the water took my soul. I’m sweating but I’m not hot, just baseless cold. It takes me a minute to bare my surroundings and realize it was just a nightmare mixed with memories.

How cruel.

I thought my nightmares were long gone, I thought I fought those demons silently, I didn’t want to be vulnerable anymore, and I didn’t want to show weakness because it was at my weakest point I was betrayed.

But it seems my nightmares have manifested after colluding with the very opaque gold eyes that took my soul.

I wasted no time rushing to the bathroom, stripping from my clothes, and pausing at the mirror. I still have my bed hair, and my skin is pale like the very moonlight, forest green eyes staring back at me. And the heartstopping of all is the mark that laid at my side.

The faded yet visible indication that I was attacked by a beast. It didn’t heal, it never did and molded into my skin like a reminder of my death.

My shaky hand trailed to the scar and I felt like shattering, like crumbling and scrawling into a hole as I faced my mistake.

"It’s not your fault"

Grayson’s words always get to me but it never seems to cease the hollow feeling of what if.

"The past is your weakness, My Countess"

Luther’s words come next, drilling into my head like an alarm. I can see his obsidian eyes staring into my soul like he could drag it out and gaze upon the contents of it. I felt that tug again but I ignored it as I tore my eyes away from the mirror unable to look further or my demons would show.

I proceeded to take a hot shower but not even that gave me the warmth I sought, I don’t think anything will.

~

The knock on my door distracted me and I mumbled a come in and the door opened with Singe stepping in.

"Morning Singe, I thought my breakfast will follow" I mused with a smirk that didn’t reach my eyes.

My mask, my stronghold, was the only thing to keep me safe.

"Breakfast will be with the Alpha"

A chill ran through me, after that dream I don’t think I can see him.

Singe must have noticed my smile vanish because he looked at me skeptically with an amused look.

"I’m not hungry," I said looking out the window.

"I don’t think that matters, Countess"

"I said I’m not hungry!" I snapped.

He merely shrugs. "Alpha’s words, Countess"

Something tells me that he won’t leave this room until I follow him

"Fine," I growled, rising to my feet and he led the way.

The organ in my chest kept pounding on the verge of beating out of it. My nightmares kept replaying in my head as we got closer and closer to what I assumed was Dace Suite.

Ease yourself Emma... you have been through worse, you can’t handle him. I chant to myself but it doesn’t help one bit, I can’t afford to lose myself right now, I can’t trip unless I want to fall and I don’t plan on doing that.

I just had to endure this until tonight, everything was set in motion.

Having that thought in mind I collect myself, straighten my posture, and focus more on my surroundings than the hysteria in my head.

The nostalgic feeling drowned me once again, his suite hadn’t changed much, but it looked extended and bigger.

Singe opened the door for me and I stepped in as the door slammed shut behind me.

I didn’t even need to know that I wasn’t alone because a gaze burned through my skin and suddenly the aching pain from my shoulder was gone and replaced with this scalding gaze.

A gaze I want to escape as much as I can but it seems having a choice was long overdue.

I let myself face the inevitable and it always takes my breath away. He’s at the head of the table, relaxed and controlled in spite of the storm dancing in his eyes like raw power, the very one that holds this room and makes it small in spite of its broad interior.

"Morning Countess, did you sleep well?"