BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 393: The Pride Council {1}

Chapter 393: The Pride Council {1}

DACE

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I have lost count of how many times I have lifted this weight, just pumping up and down, but still, my mind remained invaded. Sweat breaking from my skin but I had no intention of stopping.

"She can use magic?"

I finally came to a stop placing the weight back on the handle above my head, but I remained laid where I was, taking deep shallow breaths.

"Yes"

"A vampire that can use magic?"

I directed my gaze to Singe in workout clothes pumping a dumbbell, but he was having a hard time concentrating after what I told him. I sat up using the small towel to wipe off the sweat from my face. Keeping it on top of my head.

"I’m still asking myself the same question"

Emmaline Zalatoris is the perfect extension of a walking mystery, enclosing my every thought with questions. She’s not just some vampire, she’s something more.

"What is she then? A witch before she turned?"

"I doubt it. Vampires can only turn humans, my guess is she was once human before becoming a vampire. Luther must have sired her"

But it still doesn’t explain how the fuck she can use magic. Vampires are known for their unique strength, speed, hastened senses, the ability to take the form of who they drain of blood but for a limited time, and the ability to walk the sun ever since they reinforced their bodies with magic to withstand the pressure back in the olden days. I heard a certain Vampire god made it possible but I don’t know much about it. Our history dating back to thousands of years was like picking crumbs from the floor.

"I thought the present generation Royals don’t sire?"

"Luther must have his reasons. Look, I’m just as confused. Heard anything yet?"

He shook his head. "Too silent"

Don’t they give a shit about her? The vampires haven’t even made any attempt to come for her, or are they that afraid? Knowing Luther he must be going berserk because of his Countess, but it seems like I don’t know him well enough, I have never even met the guy except in the past. And the rest was about what I had heard about him.

He’s unpredictable just like I am and thinks like I do, so it was child’s play figuring him out. But this with Emma? I don’t.

And each time I think about what Luther truly means to her I feel like killing something, so I channeled my murderous intent into hunts in the past few days.

The vampires must be stirred but we haven’t heard a damn thing... almost like they have abandoned her.

"How long will she stay in your suite, Alpha?"

I broke out of my thoughts facing Singe who now had his eyes on me.

"The last time she stayed in a guest room she ran," I said with clenched teeth feeling aggravated at the thought of that night. "What better place to keep watch? Keeping her close is best"

He cleared his throat.

I frowned. "What?"

He shrugged. "Nothing, just thought you didn’t like your personal space being invaded, not even by your Fiance or your sister"

He’s right but I have to keep her close no matter what.

"That scent" I began, recalling the scent that lingered in her room, the second party.

"I didn’t sense any other presence"

"You won’t"

I have the most heightened sense of smell, so I knew no doubt there was a rat in my house, I just needed to find it. If it was a person it would be a piece of cake. But if it isn’t a person then what could have possibly made contact with her? I need to find out before she does something as foolish as escaping me again.

Singe cleared his throat again and I growled before snapping. "What?!"

"Noah Dominguez"

Shit! I knew it was a matter of time and besides I had prolonged the council meeting too long than I should. This girl is taking over my mind and I don’t like it. I keep convincing myself that I need more time to break her so that I will get my answers, but instead, it feels like my body is being drawn towards her instead.

I don’t like it.

"Set the meeting for this afternoon, it’s long overdue after all"

"Yes Alpha"

~

The door opened for me and I stepped into the large room with a conference table, I plastered a fake smile on my lips.

"Gentlemen... and lady"

They rose to their feet and I made my way to the head of the table.

"You finally answer our call..."

I took a seat and the rest sat. I directed my eyes to Boris Winward. Salt pepper hair and brown eyes.

"You have traveled far, of course, I will answer"

I didn’t plan to, honestly, they came to me this time and I could only imagine what they wanted. Anything that involved the Pride Council was not a good thing. Something I have learned in my years of dealing with them.

I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket, and Singe standing behind me used the zippo to light the bottom for me and I took a drag.

"We heard of your... plan" Kael Yearwood began, he had caramel hair and amber eyes, the wrinkle on his face from old age visible because of age but he looked as strong as any of us in the room. "You brought a vampire here..."

"Yes I did... you’re all aware already so I guess no need to explain," I said relaxing on my chair. I want nothing more than to be anywhere else but here.

"What do you plan to do with her?" Boris was always one with a sharp tone and tongue with a hidden agenda, as long as something benefited the Windward name he was happy to comply. "Kill her so that we can be done with the vampires... isn’t that your plan?"

"What I plan to do with the Countess has nothing to do with you"