BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 411: Heal

Chapter 411: Heal

"Eat", It was short and simple, a command no less. His deep voice shook my entire body.

I lazily dragged my gaze to him, he’s now leaning against the counter, with his drink to his lips as he watched me with those golden orbs raking my body. I shivered, realizing my robe was off and I was just in my negligee, my nipples painfully hardened at his heated stare, and the urge to cover myself from his devious gaze overwhelmed me, but I couldn’t move. Instead, my mouth does...

"I’m not-"

"Don’t" he cut like a warning and placed the glass on the counter.

"I-"

"Just fucking eat, Emmaline"

I frowned before folding my arms. "Why?" I drawled.

Shit. I shouldn’t challenge him right now, he doesn’t look like he’s in the mood for something like that, the light in his eyes was morphed into nothing but darkness, and whatever fight he had must have stressed him mentally.

"Because... you haven’t eaten anything for days"

I stilled, how does he know that? But I guess Singe must have said something because every food brought to my room I didn’t touch.

"What happened to you?"

"No questions"

I almost huffed. "You’re covered in bruises"

"So?"

"Why aren’t you healing" it was a whisper as I raked the purple skin on his ribs, cuts, and bruises.

Definitely a fight.

He said nothing... just watching me with a blank stare and I can’t tell what is what.

"Heal" it was a whisper, it hurts seeing him covered in wounds, it always does. "...Please"

His eyes narrowed at my last words but he made no attempts to do so.

I cleared my throat. "Heal... then I will eat," I said, taking a seat in front of the meal to prove my point.

He tilted his head to the side, no words coming off him, I was expecting something, anything but just him reaching for his sweat shorts pulling a packet of cigars from his pocket, and taking one in his mouth.

I took a breath of relief when I saw his cuts and bruises closing up and then purple skin retreating and turning back into his flawless skin.

Keeping at my own end, I took the spoon and ate in silence, I could feel his eyes on me as he took slow drags from his cigarette. The silence is uncomfortable with only the sound of my spoon making its way to the plate. I heard something from Dace’s side, but I Just kept my stare leveled.

I jerked slightly when he placed a cup of water beside my plate and finally, I looked up at him, his cigarette hanging lazily between his lips. I gulped.

"How’s your ass?"

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, which was a mistake because the sore skin made me hiss. I shoot him a glare and his lips switch.

"Satisfied you let your anger out on me?"

He took the half cigar from his lips and blew smoke to my face. "If I did take my anger on you..." his eyes raked my body. "... you would be in pieces" he adds before quenching the last of his cigar on the island, from this angle his thick black eyelashes were prominent.

"Then you aren’t angry with me?"

"Wrong"

"Then what?"

"I’m mad"

"Isn’t that the same as anger?"

He faced me and I noticed his eyes flashed on the mark on my neck and something I couldn’t explain covered his heated gaze, like he was caught in a trance for all the wrong reasons and the bloodlust suddenly hanging in the air was difficult for my lungs.

"What did you do to him?" I couldn’t recognize my own voice, feeble and shaky. He leaned down to me until our faces were inches apart.

"Broke his two hands... but it was not enough"

"Why?"

"Because he touched something he isn’t supposed to and I don’t do well when my things are touched"

"I’m not your thing"

"No... you’re not. You’re very much your own woman. Mine"

My blood ran cold and I drew sharply on my breath. He leaned away before I could say anything, I felt tongue-tied right now, Teen me would have had a heartthrob at his confession but this was different, he didn’t say it as a means of affection, this is totally a different case.

"A-Alpha Deverea-"

"Dace. I say your name you say mine"

"Alpha Devereaux" I pushed with clenched teeth. "I’m not yours. We’re enemies, I’m your pawn and I hate you with every fiber of my being" With each word it felt like my heart was cracking.

"For what it’s worth I hate you too"

Another crack in my heart because his words sounded more true than mine, but I covered the emotion brewing and stood to my feet. He towered over me like a mountain but I didn’t let that affect me.

"Since we have come to an understanding Alpha Devereaux... I’m sure your FIANCE will not be pleased you call another woman yours"

He smirked. He fucking smirked! Ugh!

"Are you Jealous, Emmaline?"

"Jealous?" I took a step back like I had been slapped. I opened my mouth but shocking enough nothing came off.

Screw this!

Pissed, I twirled walking away. Needing to get out of here before I explode in my emotions, I sauntered straight to the elevator and pushed the button numerous times. It was a stupid action because I knew the damn doors wouldn’t budge, and I felt like screaming. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.

"Why did you save Diana?"

I paused, inhaling sharply before facing him, there he was standing at the door frame like the menacing man he is.

"She stood close to the chandelier, you saved her but her wounds were far too great, what did you do... no... What did he do?"

He’s talking about Grayson.

"She’s innocent, I couldn’t let her die"

His eyes narrowed at my words, almost like he was trying to lay bare what my thoughts were.

"An odd thing for a vampire to say... that was your perfect chance to escape, Emmaline"

"Well scold me because I didn’t! Because now I really wish I had!" I said with clenched teeth, even though I knew I didn’t mean my words. "If you hurt him I swear I will rain hell on you"

"Who the fuck is he? Why do you plead for him? Why the fuck do you have the nerve to threaten me for him?!"