BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 408: Bloody Red

Chapter 408: Bloody Red

DACE

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’Please’

That fucking word, she used that fucking word for HIM?! Why?! Who is he? Who is he to her? To the point... she BEGGED for him?

I’m raging, I’m fucking pissed and my blood is boiling like a damn volcano. Maybe I didn’t spank her ass harder?

At that thought I spotted the red skin peeking from under her negligee. Maybe I went too far? I couldn’t control myself and I couldn’t stop... I just wanted to.... PUNISH her.

I would have drawn blood because there is no greater pleasure than that when it comes to the enemy, but instead, I went against my nature and fucking SPANK her.

Do I regret it? Fuck no. Did I feel pleasure? Yes Because I’m as hard as a rock and it took everything in me not to take more than I planned, what happens when I take? I will keep taking and I’m not sure I will stop. And her fucking arousal only added to the monster wanting to break free, with each hit I could smell her pooling for me like my mere touch was so damn responsive to her body that she couldn’t control herself, she dripped down my pants like a naughty girl and I wanted to take it further.

If I go further I will break her. And that is something I don’t want, call it insane not wanting to break a vampire, but I have done quite a lot of insane things ever since she bewitched me with those eyes and everything that has to do with Emmaline Zalatoris now, she’s a fucking menace to my life.

I hate her.

I hate every single thing about her.

She’s crawling into my skin without so much as moving... even now as she sleeps like the pretty little angel she is... she’s doing things to me, things that will make me draw blood.

I darted my eyes to her ass seeing my handwork, the red imprint a completely different contrast from her pale skin.

Inhaling sharply, I push the drawer open beside my bed and take out a healing balm, it’s mostly used for silver wounds but I guess it still works the same for anything. The first thought was using my saliva to heal her but that was a stupid thought because it wouldn’t work, she’s not my female.

Dipping my hand in the white gel I brought it to her ass, exposing her completely with my other hand, and began messaging the sore skin. I don’t know how to be gentle and I was doing a shit job at trying to be GENTLE so I gave up and covered her back up still riling in my anger.

I’m pissed about a lot of things.

After what happened at my engagement everything was too quiet, luckily there were no casualties and Diana was okay and healing properly but even I knew the truth. Because she should be dead, she was closest to the chandelier and I will find my answers, I’m just getting started but first...

I rose to my feet and walked to my walk-in wardrobe, stripped from my pants, and went for sweat shorts and a shirt before leaving my room and my suite. I walked to the end hallway on the last floor of the mansion where the Basement Lift is. I punched my palm on the red button and the cell doors opened with a loud jerk and took me to the ground level.

This was built by my father and mostly used as a dungeon in case we needed it but I customized it into something more, and now it wasn’t just for potential enemies.

I could hear the loud gaiety as I got closer and closer to the underground, the basement lift came to a halt with a delicate shake and the cell doors slid open and I met with Singe.

I said nothing to him as I walked past him to the ring at the center surrounded by cheering werelions as the bloody fight went on.

Werelions are like warriors and sometimes we just need to release those pent-up violence if we can’t make it with hunting, the bloodlust is something we were born with and the challenging euphoria is where we exercise it, right here in the Pride Ring. More importantly, my Rogues needed something else to sedate their bloodlust apart from hunting vampires. It’s not fun when it’s just one game.

And I don’t exactly want them to direct that bloodlust to humans, that will be too much to handle, they are a handful already.

I watched two fighters punch bloodily like their life depended on it, their hysteric laughter didn’t go unnoticed too, if you were an outsider watching this you would think this was an asylum. There was no mercy and it was a fight until something breaks, it heals after all.

I watched as Dan, one of my best fighters punched and kicked the living daylights out of the other until his face was unrecognizable but he still didn’t tap out and the cheers got louder and louder. I just observed the display of blood spraying everywhere unfazed as I shove a cigarette between my lips and Singe did me the honors by lighting the bottom with a Zippo.

"Alpha" Singe began in the midst of all the loud cheering as we watched from above. Like gods watching their subjects.

I said nothing as I took a drag from my cigarette.

"The wounds on the Countess’ neck-"

"What about it?" I cut him off, releasing smoke from my lips.

"Did you do it?" There’s an edge to his tone when he asks politely, but I can entertain that right now.

The fight was over and the cheer got louder as Dan was declared the winner once again, and his fist in the air as he gave a loud roar. That was my cue, I walked down the stairs and Singe followed, the moment my presence was noticed the cheer died and they all parted like the red sea as I walked to the ring. I grab a roll of bandage and wrap it around my hand like finger less gloves. I took the last drag of my cigarette, disposed of it on the floor, before taking off my shirt and flinging it somewhere and I entered the ring.

"Alpha" Dan acknowledged with a bright smile on his lips. "Everyone, your Alpha is in the Ring!"

The gaiety erupted once again.

"Who would do the honors?" he asked and silence followed.

"You have all the honors," I said.

He paused. "Me?" he chuckled.

"Care to warm up with your Alpha, Dan?" My tone was laced with venom when I said his name but he was stupid enough not to catch on.

"Of course, Alpha, this is an honor for me"