BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 427: Nemesis

Chapter 427: Nemesis

DACE

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"I made you like this... I destroyed everything a-a-and I... I..."

"If only... I didn’t use that spell"

Her words were the only thing I kept hearing, no matter how I tried to block them, they kept creeping back into my head and destroying every other source of thoughts that may come. I admit Emmaline might not be who I thought she was, she might not be as harmless as I think, and not just a mystery I want to uncover, she holds the same storm as Luther and if I am correct she might very well be my downfall.

I’m beginning to merge the thoughts and points and all the scenarios I have encountered so far, how conveniently I was able to kidnap her, and I have been walking towards my doom. I leaned against my leather chair spinning the ring between my fingers effortlessly, my mind hanging over possible scenarios I could uncover.

I don’t have the memories of that night of my metamorphosis but now I know Emmaline Zalatoris might have something to do with it and if she does this changes everything, my plan to take down the vampires and what I will do with her. Everything will fall into place if I play my cards right. This might be bigger than I thought but I will handle it every way I can.

Even in the means of this I still think of that day, HER in her black summer dress with one of my expensive bottles in her hand, spinning and giggling to herself, before crying like the whole world has crashed in her hands. Her tears, her words... like a broken girl. I want to know everything down to that very skin of hers. Because she might be my very nemesis.

I shoved the ring into my pocket, grabbing my dark brown leather jacket as I stepped out of my office. Going down the stairs and making several turns in the lobbies, I finally came to a stop right in front of a familiar door.

I gave a simple knock and just as I expected there was no answer, I don’t have the fucking time to wait so I grabbed the knob knowing it was locked, I gave a harsh pull and it broke.

I stepped into the room.

Emmaline jolted at my sudden entrance as her eyes fixated on me, she remained rooted to her position, her body, and eyes on high alert like a threat had been spotted. She’s sitting on the comfort couch close to the window just at the window, the sunlight highlighting her snowy features, there are bags under her eyes like she hasn’t had any sleep for days.

"Get dressed, we’re going out"

She frowned instantly, saying nothing and keeping her stern gaze on me like if she looked away I would attack. I might.

"You know I don’t like repeating myself, Emmaline"

"I’m not going anywhere with you," she said as if her words meant anything to me right now.

"I wasn’t asking, baby girl"

She stiffened, exactly the reaction I was looking for, those emotions coming up to eat her up. I don’t why I enjoy that fragment, maybe because it seemed like I had an ounce of control over her when I said that one word.

In silence, she went on her feet watching me as she walked to the walk-in wardrobe entrance. "Then excuse me, I need to dress, Alpha Devereaux"

Still stubborn, but I will work on that.

Keeping my eyes on her I took a seat on the couch right in front of her. "I will wait"

With clenched teeth and a tightened fist, she walked in and shut the door, locking herself in her closet. A chuckle vibrates out of me.

I am going to enjoy this.

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"Emma, open the fucking door!" I fiddle around with the lock, I can easily break it but I will do just that if she doesn’t answer me for the third time. She kept waiting for an hour now and now I feel like breaking something, I don’t like delays.

"Emma!"

"Go away!"

That was the last of it, I ripped the door knob off and the door swayed open. My eyes scanned the closed drawers until it finally descended on her, sitting with her back against the drawer with her knees to her chest in a fetal position. Titling my head to the side I observed her.

"I’m not going anywhere with you. I can’t"

"Why?" I stepped in fully walking slowly to her. "Are you scared I will hurt you"

She chuckled mockingly at my words and I raised an eyebrow. She raised her head and stared dead at me, her green orbs glowing in highlights just like they did that night I met her.

"The opposite"

I’m forced to grin now. "Hurt me? You can’t even if you tried, remember?" I nudged to the bite on her shoulder now covered up with her flesh but the properties were fully functioning until I said otherwise.

"Not in that way" she whispers. "I’m not worried about hurting you, if we’re going out, I might..." her breath shuddered and she leveled her gaze.

Narrowing my eyes I squat in front of her. "That’s odd... you have been in this house for weeks and not a single craving, you eat human food quite well, why scared now you might attack in a blood frenzy?"

She gulped, saying nothing. Sighing I take her chin and force her to look at me.

"Luther is a Royal and last I heard he has never sired, he sired you?"

Only a nod.

"And it seems like you have lived off his blood for a very long time" I frowned. "You’re addicted"

She forced her chin away from my hold, giving me a spiteful look. "His blood is the only thing I will ever crave"

I inhaled sharply running my hands through my hair. "We’re leaving now," I said with clenched teeth as I stood to my full height.

"But-"

"I don’t fucking care if you’re blood hungry!" I stretched my hand for her to take. "Now get up and stop acting like a brat"

Her orbs darted to my hand, slapping it away she rose to her feet and I finally took note of her outfit.

She’s fully dressed in ripped jeans and a thick black cardigan hanging loosely with open holes to show the camisole she wore beneath, and black boots for the matching.

"One of your men, Singe, found me when I was drunk"

"So?"

"I lost my ring, I need to find it"

"When pieces of jewelry get lost, you replace them"

She closed the distance between us not minding if she had to tilt her head back more to match my gaze.

"Nothing can replace that ring, it is important to me"