BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 385: Breakfast With The Alpha {3}

Chapter 385: Breakfast With The Alpha {3}

DACE

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

Her words drilled into my head like a second skull.

I expected her to cower in my presence, show the fear I so desperately want to drag out of her. That was my original goal the moment she stepped foot into this room. I can see the fear in her eyes but yet the raw confidence that came from it, she’s shaking but she doesn’t acknowledge it, she’s suffocating in my presence because of my deadly aura, and yet she acts as if it’s just a morning breeze.

I want to drag more out of her... get the information I need but yet here I am having a conversation, a conversation I didn’t plan, nothing good ever comes out from an unplanned event.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, everything else was boring in my vision, and yet just one look at her and I want to unravel her every secret, and suddenly it’s not boring.

Am I enjoying her company?

Fuck no.

This is business.

"What do you know about a beast?" I asked, intrigued by her words.

"There’s one sitting across from me"

I always liked her comeback, it was bratty and it did me no good by wanting to punish her for her bad mouth.

I shouldn’t be thinking of these things and yet here I am. It’s like fighting second nature if I don’t taut her or mentally drain her.

I want her to let her guard down. And when she does I will get inside her head and get what I want.

Her words still rang in my head, ever since I became a Rogue I never thought of myself as human again, even though I was in a human shell wearing clothes I have never felt more alive in my beast form, if I had my way I will never revert to it again.

Singe said it’s my Rogue nature fighting between the two. Just like how Werelion transits to Rogues and abandons their human side and lets their animalistic nature take over. But in my case it never happened, Singe said I must have fought between the balance of my human and beast side.

That something must have caused it to be so. Like an anchor that kept me tethered to my identity.

But I have no recollection of ever having an anchor, maybe I am my own anchor and I was driven solely by desire, a desire to ruin everything I touch.

Right now there’s something I want to ruin to the point I fight with my internal struggle.

Her.

"And do I have humanity, Countess?"

"No" she didn’t hesitate to answer but yet there was an edge to her tone.

It was always the same, one look and I’m a beast, a monster that is insatiable and I have never cared. It doesn’t bother me because I accept every bit of what I am, I don’t doubt myself and I never will.

"Maybe you once were" she added but it was mumbled and I narrowed my eyes.

The emotions in her eyes give her out each time, and in every minute there is always a look of familiarity, almost like she was looking at me like something she lost, memories enclosing like she remembers something in the past. There’s always a fury in her eyes and sometimes gives out the sentiments she so desperately tries to mask with her devious attitude.

Who are you really Emmaline Zalatoris?

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The night is cold and there is a feeling that keeps getting to me... I was on my third cigarette and yet my blood boiled without trying. That look she gave me this morning, the look that said I wasn’t getting what I want, almost like it was mocking me.

And it fucking ticks me off each time I recall it.

Something doesn’t feel right... According to Singe, he said he heard voices from her room last night but it turned out it was nothing. I know Singe and his intuition is always right.

I even made sure I checked with my men guarding the mansion, they said there was no entry whatsoever.

Or maybe I’m being paranoid but it’s that look I can’t get out of my head.

Smoking the last of my cigarette I discarded it and ran a hand through my hair.

This discomfiting feeling is something I can’t ignore.

Having that thought in mind I march out of my office and straight to her room. Singe greeted me with a curt nod.

"Is she sleeping?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so"

I leveled my eyes and saw no light turned on indicating she was indeed turned in for the night.

"Is something wrong, Alpha?"

Yes.

"The spare key," I said, ignoring his question, he brought it out and I motioned for him to open the door.

I stepped in the moment the door opened and I walked into a quiet dark room, flipping the lights on.

"Fuck!"

It’s empty, her presence and her scent gone like it was erased.

"She was still in here," Singe said, speaking with certainty. His eyes wide in shock.

"She fooled you!" I snapped.

She fooled me too.

Anger took over me but I remained calm, my eyes scanning the entire room. There was a scent that lingered and it wasn’t hers, it was very faint but it gave me all the answers I needed.

Someone or something must have come through here and it must have been her ticket to run.

"She can’t have gone far, Alpha"

"She won’t get the chance to," I said, already walking out of the room as I gave the Singe the order to keep the place in order, letting no one know of her disappearance.

If she wants a hunt I will give her one.

A chase? I will gladly oblige.

She thinks she can fuck with me because she covers her scent? Emmaline Zalatoris made one mistake while escaping, a flaw in that little plan of hers.

A mistake of fleeing with my mark engraved on her shoulder.