BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 418: Drinking Princess

Chapter 418: Drinking Princess

"W-What happened to her?"

Emilia told me about this but I needed to know exactly what happened.

"Dace ripped her husband’s heart out right in front of her. That was a... lot" She took a drink with ease and yet I just swallowed mine heavily like a block.

I knew Dace killed his father based on the rumors but I never knew Camille succumbed so deeply because of it. Dace crossed a line he would never come back from, the very line I tried to make him avoid in the past, the reason I wanted so badly to rewrite his DNA back to what it was... I didn’t want him to pass that point. He had to kill his own father, but I guess that deed happened after I destroyed everything.

I feel like shit and I didn’t stop my intake of whiskey even though I knew I couldn’t handle my alcohol.

"Easy Emmaline... why does this affect you?" Isabella muses.

"How could you talk about this with so much ease? Aren’t you worried about Camille?"

I should stop talking because the look she gave me was one of perplexity and apprehension. I chugged my drink.

"I never told you Dace’s mother’s name" She glowered. "It seems our history is more known to the vampires than I thought"

"Everyone knows how unhinged the Dark alpha is" I played that card hoping she wouldn’t read into what I said deeply, the last thing I wanted was her suspicious ass on me.

"And that bothers you?"

"Why should it?"

"It’s the way you looked at him during our engagement. Believe me, I was entirely focused on our event but I can’t ignore another woman eye fucking my fiance"

I winced but kept my features as nonchalant as I could muster. "For what is worth, both of you aren’t basically engaged YET"

She broke into a peal of laughter. "So what? You think you have a chance with him?"

No. I just don’t like you rubbing that title in my face every chance you get. Of course, I didn’t say any of that and only just took another drink.

"It seems you’re getting too comfortable or way into your head"

"Is it too bad I fancied a drink and decided to get one at your party?"

"Oh please... is that only why you were there? Having the nerves to walk into a party of werelions ready to rip you apart for a drink?" she scoffed. "Even I know that is not the case. I’m worried about you"

"Why would you be worried about me?" I winced.

"About your feelings. Because Dace doesn’t give shits about anymore, at least not anymore" She buried the last of her words in her glass.

"That should bother you, you’re to be his future wife after all"

She smirks. "Why should it?"

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that plainly.

"Alex, upon his title, became someone who lost touch with his own emotion, it’s okay if he doesn’t feel or know how to understand it. As long as I have him" she shrugged. "It’s you I’m worried about, that is... Don’t fall, Emmaline, because when you do, you’re just damning your own soul"

"How can you not love him but still want him?" This woman is a total mystery or borderline sociopath. How can you want someone but don’t feel any affection?

"You know... I do love him, once. But I can’t remember why I stopped, it’s all a blur five years ago but something made me back out. I have known him all my life when we were cubs. I know him better than he knows himself. Now he’s just what you call... ha what’s the word? A psychopath" her eyes highlight.

My eyes stung, the salty waters on the verge of streaming down. I only just watched with glassy eyes as Isabella broke into another horse of laughter.

"But it is funny though you know..."

"What..." My voice is croaky and shallow but I couldn’t care less.

"He was the sweetest and caring person even though wild and then just one night he became a nightmare. Not even the purest of saints can change that, not even I, which is why you should be very understanding of your position here" She came off her seat and leaned to me until her lips were close to my ear. "The very instrument of his war"

I grip my glass tightly, redirecting whatever tear that was on the verge of falling. I can’t show weakness... not now.

She leaned away. "Nice talk huh? The alcohol only made it better" She giggles, but then her smile instantly vanishes and it is as if I finally saw her for who she really is. "I’m the one he needs even if he doesn’t know it, the only one who can match his madness. I choose him as my Male because he’s just everything I can ever desire. And you Countess... you stepped a foot where you shouldn’t. I guess I should have let you know earlier but I have a tendency to detect a lot of things with my sense of smell even far deeper than Alex. You’re just a plaything, I mean..." she rolled her eyes.

"He’s always bored... and you’re just perfect just to fit into that picture. And I don’t mind him having his fun, I won’t be an understanding wife now would I?" she eyed his bite on my shoulder. "You might have thought you wear that mark proudly but it’s only a humiliation... as his captive, trapped in the four walls of this place, weak... and lost"

With each word that came out of her mouth, it felt like my heart was being sliced into two. I hated that I couldn’t speak or have in me to stand up for myself, I was just caught off guard to the point I remained frozen in time. I knew what she was trying to do, she was pushing me to a wall and trying to stake claim and rub my very situation right in my face. But I can’t deny how true her words are either...

Am I really an instrument of war to Dace? I guess asking myself that question, I have my answer.

"Enjoy the rest of your day" She walked away leaving me with a heavy heart.