BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 391: Tempting Flame {1}

Chapter 391: Tempting Flame {1}

EMMA

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Something flashed in Dace’s eyes the moment I replied but it was quickly written off with the same emotionless features of his.

The last thing I remember was being caged by his beast form and the rest was blurry, I think I must have hit my head or something because I don’t remember anything else aside from that. Having that thought in mind I rubbed the back of my head, there was no ache so I assumed I must have healed.

His gaze remained on me and he didn’t even blink for a second. It became unsettling because it looked like he wanted to unravel my secrets with his piercing gaze like he wanted to see the very inside of me.

I thought that very moment when he cornered me in his beast form would be my last.

"Why didn’t you kill me?"

"Why did you escape?" he countered back ignoring my question.

"You kidnapped me and you want to use me in your sick ploy, forgive me for running away. Alpha Devereaux" I said with a touch of sarcasm in my tone.

His lips twitched in a smile.

He looked oddly calm compared to how he reacted earlier. He brought me back to the mansion and his room... it had changed and the familiarity was little, it looked wider and grand but that didn’t stop the memories that flooded in.

The time we would sleep together on this bed as he held me in his arms, the time we would kiss and he would touch me, so many memories fighting their way into my head even though I don’t want them to.

"Have you been to Juneau before?"

I was snapped out of my head by his question. "N-No"

Shit! I let myself slip and he will know I lied.

"Why did Luther make you his Countess?"

"I’m not obligated to answer your questions!"

"I have my ways of getting you to talk even though you won’t"

I paused. "You won’t hurt me"

"What makes you think that?"

I gulped. Just an impulse? Honestly, I don’t know why I said that.

"You lied about being pregnant and being Luther’s Countess"

"I’m Luther’s Countess"

"No!" he snapped, pinning me with his gaze. "...You’re not"

"I am!" I growled.

"You may wear his ring and there is a reason for that? If I’m wrong enlighten me, Emma, because you have some explaining to do"

I froze stone cold when he called me Emma, my eyes going wide.

’Focus on my voice’

’Focus’

I heard his voice in my head and it felt like a memory trying to break through into my head. Was there a time he said that to me? Having my name taste his lips was oddly pleasing and caused a sensation to overwhelm me. I don’t want to feel this way, I shouldn’t... It’s just rubbing salt on an old wound.

He leaned away from the chair, rested his elbows on his knees and didn’t blink or take his gaze away from mine and it caused a shudder to flood through me.

"I don’t know Luther... but I know enough to know that he didn’t just make you his Countess for nothing"

"We’re... in love doesn’t that count?"

The color drained from his orbs and it became a darker shade of gold I didn’t know existed and goosebumps enclosed my skin.

"I’m his wife" I continued in spite of his dark gaze. "That is enough reason"

"How long do you think you will keep lying to my face?"

"I’m not lying... maybe you don’t just want to believe it"

He chuckled deeply and I hated how butterflies danced in my stomach hearing that rich sound from him. God, it sounded so sexy.

"Careful," he said, rising to his full length, all sense of amusement gone and I sucked in breath because the large room was suddenly small. "You won’t get away easily lying to my face"

"What will you do about that, Alpha Devereaux?" I said with clenched teeth. "Torture me? Or rip me to pieces to settle your hunger for a war"

"Try me"

I didn’t know what was coming over me, I took the covers off me in an instant and bolted towards the door but the air was sucked out of me when I was slammed against the wall and his hand wrapped my throat. I tried to move but I remained caged. I stared up at him with fury burning into his eyes.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he mused, keeping me in place without effort as I squirreled to get away, but he pushed me more against the wall until I was like the very wall behind me with a firm grip on my throat.

My heart slams against my poor chest.

"Let me go" It was a whisper although I wanted it to sound strong.

"We’re not done talking," he said with the same whisper. "You act more human than you should," he adds.

I huffed. "And does that bother your ideology on vampires?"

"When were you sired? Were you human then?" he asked with curiosity in his eyes.

"None of your damn business!"

"Don’t" he growled. "...Test me"

"And as I once said what will you fucking do?!" I was pushing it and I knew it, this wasn’t the Dace I knew who once handled me like glass or turned his world upside down for my sake. This was the Dark Alpha and I was just his pawn, he could break my neck easily with just the right amount of pressure and walk away without regret and I would be the one dying with a hole in my chest being killed by him again.

He glared at me and I felt like my skin would jump off my body, from the bloodlust in his eyes there was a heated emotion I couldn’t explain.

"I’m being lenient with you right now" his jaw ticks.

I smirk. "Are you getting soft Alpha Devereaux? That is a little suspicious for a Dark Alpha"

He leaned toward me in a heartbeat and a lump caught my throat constricting with his iron grip around it.

"Do not test me or else I will bend you over and spank that little ass of yours until you bleed,"