BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 387: The Chase

Chapter 387: The Chase

I ran faster than I did before, I ran like prey being pursued by a dangerous beast ready to rip me apart, the adrenaline rush to my body was fueling all my attempts to escape, and yet something lay within me, something I didn’t want to acknowledge... not at this moment.

A thrill.

It ran to my spine and settled deep in my stomach.

What happens when he catches me?

Kill you of course!

But at the back of my head, I choose not to believe it, because no matter how much I try I still want to believe Dace still has some bit of humanity and it wasn’t that far gone.

But you’re running right now knowing your life is in danger!

The voice in my head was just as caustic and it did not help in this situation.

I stopped trying to catch my breath as best as I could, my body shaking beyond control. Pull yourself together and keep going!

I thought I could do this... but I don’t think I can, I thought I could outrun the Dark Alpha but even I was delusional thinking so, I don’t have vampire speed, he’s just toying with me, mocking me, knowing he will catch me and yet he wants to savor the chase. I’m in deep shit and I don’t think I can come out from this not in one piece.

A growl came and a shiver shot to my spine as I twirled, he’s here already or maybe he has been here and I’m just trying to catch my breath. He’s in his beast form and it did nothing to ease me, if he were human now I’m such he would be smirking and enjoying this moment right until he rips me apart.

Who was I even kidding?

That he would just catch me and take me back? He would spare himself the liberty of properly starting a war by killing me, it doesn’t matter how, either way or the other he gets what he wants and I just laid it out for him on a silver platter.

My life.

It came again... the nightmare and reality, that night I died, when his canines sank into my skin with the intent of ripping my stomach open if the force of his collision hadn’t separated us, or if I hadn’t fallen over the mountain into the ocean I would have just laid there as he finished the job properly and even in death I would be tormented by the sight of him ripping me apart bit by bit.

I wanted to escape this nightmare, but it always seemed to catch up to me each time, was this my fate? To die by his hands once again? How cruel will this get? Until I lose my very sanity to the point of no return?

I got the answer to my question when he launched at me and I was plunged to the ground and knocked out of breath, I was frozen with my shaking body as I stared at the beast on top of me.

I wait.

Painfully silent as my heart was on the verge of beating out of my chest and his deep growls sent shivers like the crawling of spiders up my spine.

I want to cry but I don’t.

I want to beg but I shut my mouth.

I want to scream bloody murder but I remain silent.

I want to use my powers but I can’t.

If I wasn’t dead already from my own sanity that was on the verge of splitting me apart, knowing I would have to live through another nightmare.

Getting killed by his hands.

I was once his sanity but now I’m just a pawn in a war.

I was once his world but now I’m the very creature he despises with every fiber of his being by nature.

And my fate was sealed the moment he sank his canines into my shoulders and hurled me back to Juneau.

Coming back to this town I left behind was my doom to begin with.

I closed my eyes awaiting whatever fate hoping it would be quick and swift to spare me any misery, I won’t go back to an endless nightmare like I did when I first died, I will die properly and this torment will end.

I heard shifting sounds, the sounds of bones snapping back in place, and the claws holding my hands in place at both my sides were now replaced by an iron grip. But still, I didn’t dare open my eyes and I simply remained frozen.

Waiting.

Not until his hot breath prickled my neck and a warmth unlike anything I have ever felt came over me, I had known cold for five years and now warmth was given to me and it made my heart ache. It made me crave for something when I knew it was impossible.

"You’re not very good at lying, Countess" his deep desirable voice close to my ear and I opened my eyes and stared at the black skies, hoping it would take me away from this reality, this moment.

"Your earlier fall would get anyone in your condition worried"

Condition?

He pulled back until I met his dark golden eyes void of emotions, matching mine filled with confusion and fear.

"You’re not pregnant are you?"

Shit.

Shit.

SHIT!

A wicked smirk found his lips and it was irresistible and tormenting at the same time, he closed the distance between us and I forgot to breathe. Our faces were inches apart and a screwed-up part of me wanted him to kiss me into oblivion, the urge to feel his lips on mine, the rough texture, and the hunger caused a pool between my legs.

Now is not the time Emma!

Your life is hanging on a thin thread here!

"What else have you lied to me about, Emmaline?"

Oh dear lord!

"Are you really even Luther’s Countess? Or is your ring just a fucking formality?!"