BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 384: Breakfast With The Alpha {2}

Chapter 384: Breakfast With The Alpha {2}

It felt like a hand was wrapped around my throat, the sensation so tight that I couldn’t breathe. I remained planted to where I stood, my legs getting too heavy to even move.

Was it the sound of his voice that got my entire body vibrating?

Or was it the tone he uses, lifeless and detached?

No matter how much I want to see a glimpse of the Dace I once knew the further I get to realize how much he has changed. His tone of warmth, happiness, and teasing were replaced with brooding, darkness, and authority.

Fighting every thought I offered my mask, a smile with a devious intent. "Sleep well in the lion’s den? You wish" I took my seat at the other head of the table, keeping my eyes on him, it felt like if I look away a beast will jump me, that was how lethal his presence is.

He kept his stern gaze on me but I remained calm. But my hands are shaking.

Was it fear?

Or was it because my nightmare was still freshly planted in my head like a film?

"Singe told me you said you weren’t hungry"

I paused, he must have mindlinked him.

"I thought pregnancy caused an increased appetite?"

I didn’t miss how the word pregnancy got his tone darker than usual.

"Right now I feel the need to vomit," I said casually, making sure I stared at the meal with disgust.

"Too bad I can’t have you starving, I still want you very much alive" He leaned away from his seat.

"For how long?" I asked as he went ahead and ate.

He grinned at me licking his lips but it was merely because of the crumbs on it but it stirred something within me and it shouldn’t.

What happened to have a clear mind Emma?

He tilted his head to the side and further studied me. "You know why"

"Are you seriously waiting for Luther to come here knowing you set a trap for him?"

"You’re his Countess why wouldn’t he"

I ignored his words while taking a glass of water.

"Or are you not important to him?"

"Can I leave? Or are you just here to keep me talking?"

"I enjoy your company"

I snorted, there was no sense of sincerity in that for sure.

"Eat Countess" It was a command that left no room for question and I found myself already grabbing something to eat despite my attempt to get out.

It was utter silence now.

What is his game?

Anyone with a right mind would know he didn’t just call me here to have breakfast with him, there must be something else, if not torture I should expect any other thing.

Maybe you’re paranoid Emma and he just needs your company? Nonsense!

"I’m still trying to figure out what you did with your blood that night"

There it is...

"What?" I said like I had no idea what he was talking about.

He chuckled and it was faint and deep, sending a shiver down my spine. He cleaned his lips with a napkin before leaning back on his seat and watching me.

"You know what I’m saying, Emmaline"

I froze, hearing his name from my lips should not cause an ache between my legs, not when his tone was goddamn dark and detached. A memory came... of how he calls my name so lovingly, in the moment of pleasure and-

Oh sweet Jesus!

"I know vampires have unique abilities mostly Royals, but you’re not a Royal"

"I’m-"

"Your blood I have tasted it and I have seen it... its red"

Okay, the organ in my chest will officially jump out without caution, the seat was becoming too hot to stay put, I knew I was just being paranoid but I was not. Everything is hot, everywhere, it’s his aura, it’s leaking out like the very extension of death and fire, and the urge to take breaths was becoming harder by every minute.

"A Countess out of nowhere, the rumors either false or half-truth. You wear his ring enough proof and your pregnancy"

I gulped.

"But why you?"

"It was an arranged marriage"

"Being honest now?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever you do you’re not getting into my fucking head!"

"Oh I am already, it’s that easy because I can see right through you"

No, you can’t.

"Your eyes give up too many emotions, that’s a weakness"

"Emotions aren’t weakness"

"They eat away your identity and your thoughts"

"Maybe it’s because you can’t feel one, Emotions are very extension of someone’s being"

He shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Does it look like I care?"

I huffed.

"Even if you don’t tell me Countess... I will find out" it sounded like determination and also a fact.

He’s that confident.

I tilted my head to the side. "Find out what?"

"What makes you special and what you really are"

Too bad... I won’t stay long enough for you to find out. It won’t do me any good if Dace finds out what I am.

"Chasing ghost, Alpha Devereaux, I didn’t know you were a detective"

"I just keep attention, Countess," he muses. "Enjoy your stay, I will take VERY good care of you"

I found it hard to believe that very word that came out of his mouth. It showed promise and made my skin crawl with anxiety.

"Everything about this is useless, your plan, your thirst to destroy all Vampires"

"Why do you say that?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

"Power struggle isn’t something to be toyed with,"

"I love my fair share of fun, it’s more entertaining when someone holds just the right power to play"

"Even that power has a limit... a weakness"

And then a look flashed in his eyes. "I have no weaknesses Countess and I don’t plan on ever having one"

"We seem to forget we’re bound by some laws"

"And what laws?"

"Even a beast can be human sometimes, and even a monster once had humanity"