BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 396: Beautiful Disaster

Chapter 396: Beautiful Disaster

I went on a hunt and I spent five fucking hours in the wild, my mind making a blunting mess inside my head, at least I was able to set my beast free clawing inside of me to get out, but it did nothing to clear my thoughts, just temporary.

Am I in heat? From my calendar, I don’t think it’s time yet so why does it feel like my body is trying to explode? Like an inferno was about to erupt deep inside of me.

Maybe a cold shower will rid me of this internal heat, I have a clan to run and not getting drown on fucking green eyes. Fuck! Just thinking about them again is getting me frustrated.

The elevator sound broke me out of my thoughts and just in time to see the door slide open. I stepped out needing nothing more than a freezing shower but I came to a halt when I set my eyes on the foyer.

What the fuck?

The white fur rug covering most of the floor was shredded and the paintings on the wall costing more than thousands were ripped, the antiques shattered, the windows were cracked, and it was a miracle that my suite wasn’t on fire. This particular suite belonged personally to me with two guest rooms, a place only I had access to, the down floor was another suite but access was given.

I knew no doubt who did this and it got my blood boiling. I ran my hand through my raven hair. I have been occupied with work and haven’t actually come back up only to be greeted by this. What did she do... throw a fucking party? Or test her amateur artist skills on my property, or did she have some kind of witch training? Everything was a goddamn mess and I have never been so pissed to the point I felt like my head would fucking burst.

I feel like killing something even though I have channeled all that blood lust to hunting, but now it was like the past five hours in the wild never happened. And I’m marching to the place I can smell her, anger radiating off me.

I heard a noise coming from the kitchen just at the left wing, and I made a turn sauntering towards that area into my broad kitchen, my spotless white fucking kitchen looked like a goddamn toddler have been here.

The recoiling sound of glass smashing against the Porcelain tiles echoed in the entire place, and there she is... wearing just a short maxi cream dress stopping just above her knees, as she walked around like an angel of destruction I noticed it hiked up as she did, exposing more of her pale silky thighs to tease me.

Her strawberry blond hair was kept in a messy bun, in a tangled mess but god help me does it look good on her.

But I’m igniting my anger because this little vixen is breaking glass like you would a paper, dropping them one after the other on the tiles, and I noticed she’s barefoot too, ignorant to the pieces lying around. Humming a tone as she went about her chaos.

Each sound of the glass colliding with the floor in a loud echo made me feel an annoying headache.

She caught sight of me from the corner of her eyes, there was a pause and then an irresistible smile found her lips.

"You’re back, honey" she taunt, my eyelid twitches. "Like what I did with the place?" she tilted her head to the side and pushed what I assumed was a glass of salt to the floor and it smashed to pieces spilling the contents.

"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing?" With each word, I ground my molars so hard I thought they would turn to ash. My words came out calm even though I felt like my skin would crawl out and set on fire.

I feel like I will fucking set on fire.

"What does it look like?" She teased and this time shifted the knife holder to the floor and the sound was even to make me wince.

She’s pushing it... and she doesn’t realize if she pushes me further I will rain hell, or maybe she knows, and that’s why she’s doing this, and to what end?

"Stop", it was a simple word, but a command.

Her smile still played on her lips and judging from the way her eyes gleamed like she caught some candy, I knew she was ready to defile me and see the consequences.

Even in her playful manner, I noticed how her eyes dragged to my bare chest, I was just in my jeans after coming from a run and I didn’t bother to cover up when I knew I would be naked the next minute, but it seems like the mere sight was having an effect on her one she doesn’t want to acknowledge.

Her sharp intake of breath and the smell of her arousal hit my nose, but she did a good job masking that up.

"I’m bored" She broke the spel "So I thought of redecorating"

"Do you know how much just went down the drain from your REDECORATING?" I don’t give a shit about the money but I just want my point made.

I don’t like it when others fuck with my stuff.

She huffed, reaching for another stuff to break and I blurred straight to her and grabbed her wrist, realizing I had just moved and held her wrist she gasped.

"I said stop," I growled.

"No" she tried to yank her hand away but I didn’t even flinch, her hand felt like a twig I could easily snap yet she kept pushing me. "You can’t keep me trapped here, I will torment you until you lose your mind"

I backed her to the counter trapping her as I kept my hands on both sides, leaning closer to her. "Baby, I’m already insane... you’re just adding fuel to the already burning flame"

Something flashed in her eyes instantly pulling me in, and it was then I realized what I called her... I was taunting her just like she did me and yet it looked like she was about to drive into another emotional breakdown.

I want to know what that fragment of emotion meant.