BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 433: Gifted To The Alpha {1}

Chapter 433: Gifted To The Alpha {1}

A\N: Song For The Background ~Every Breath You Take By Chase Holfelder

EMMA

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I can’t stop the ringing in my ears, my heartbeat slamming against my chest, my forehead breaking in sweat. What’s happening? Am I dreaming right now? What the fuck is going on? These two men are talking about me like I don’t exist in this room right now.

And a gift?

Hybrid?

How does Dace know that? And since when? When did he find out? Oh my God, I can’t breathe. Breathe Emma breathe!

"What do you say, Luther? You don’t have that much option, for good graces I ask"

His words were distorted with only the sound of my breathing echoing in my ear drums and the heavy lump in my throat I intended to swallow. I helplessly dragged my gaze away from the floor and settled them on Luther. As silent as he always is, He didn’t look unfazed, unbothered or even pondering about any damn thing. But his deep frown and maddening gaze locked at Dace says it all. I know him well... Luther is in a tight spot and whatever Dace has planned got him.

"Emmaline Zalatoris as a gift?" he said the word so blatantly that I felt like I might have a heart attack. "She belongs with her kind... whatever you have in mind will not work"

"You’re mistaken Luther, I’m not making a proposition, I need you here as a witness"

I could feel the heat of his body behind mine, my heart was speeding and I was an emotional mess. Caught between my own emotions and pending pain ready to eat me up. Dace’s hand on my waist causes me to further stiffen.

"To bear witness as I take what’s yours" I didn’t miss the amusement in his tone and something sank deep within me, fighting at my very own heart. I inhaled sharply and it felt like the whole world came crashing. Of course, that is what this is all about, his hatred towards Luther and his clan, it was always about that, taking me from him and leaving him helpless and now he knows what I really am and why I was kept in hiding, he is ready to show his claws.

My glassy eyes found Luther who kept his murderous gaze on Dace. The pain in my chest burned and I pulled my body away from his hold and faced him. I searched... for anything at all that would be some kind of joke. But no he’s serious and just as I was afraid of I danced right in his palm because I let my emotions get the better of me. I let a past forever gone cloud my judgment.

I let him blackmail me emotionally so that he could get to this point, he was always about either destroying the vampire clan or shadowing them.

I slapped him across the face. Hard.

His men were about to make a move but Dace raised a hand to stop them. So I slapped him again. He faces me, licking the blood on his lips not a bit unfazed.

"I’m still your pawn" I whisper. After all this time, I really shouldn’t have expected anything more, I let myself drive into that very sea I was always afraid of. Isabella was right. I’m the very instrument of his war... an instrument of his game. Dace doesn’t care about me or anyone at all.

I faced Luther and his eyes were on me, so many things were said in that moment, and yet none. For even I know, he’s trapped in this BECAUSE of me.

There’s no choice.

"I will spare your kind Luther, but your hybrid is mine," Dace said so casually like he haven’t shattered my fucking heart.

Luther inhaled sharply before walking towards Dace, with me right in the center of them and it was almost comical if not for the heaviness taking over my body.

Right there at that waterfront, I thought I was breaking Dace’s walls a little bit, I thought was there some spark between us and we could get to understand each other once again but I was wrong, what I did five years ago was enough to tell me I had completely severed everything I have ever loved, and yet even just a moment I thought I might not have destroyed everything, I had a feeble of hope.

But I was so wrong! It will always remain the same, and it’s my curse. My monster will ALWAYS haunt me. Forever.

~

I stared at the white tiles, at the blank wet wall running with steam and droplets of water. I am fully soaked in the tub and it was getting cold because of how long I had been in this state. In this space lost in my head. It’s getting cold and my demon will come to hunt me but I don’t care. I couldn’t move either, I was so numb to my brain, slowly and painfully replaying everything that happened tonight and how Dace used me to get under Luther’s skin.

I was always at the center of this conflict, and now I wasn’t just kidnapped by him and kept in this mansion, I am now GIFTED to him like he said earlier, claiming ownership of my very existence. I had hope that I might get away from it but all that is gone now.

I danced right into his palms and Luther did too. The stern look he had as he walked out of the mansion clawed at my chest. At least Dace will stop his bloodthirsty war and I don’t need to worry about the vampire race’s existence but at my own expense.

Like a fucking tool.

Frustrated, I got out of the water, wrapped a towel around me and walked to the wardrobe. Opening it I spotted nothing of what HE bought, I was truly grateful for that because the solemn urge to burn them was just at my fingertips. I let the towel pool down and grabbed a big shirt, not my size but I don’t mind as long as it covers me up.

I sat down on my bed, feeling like pulling my head but I refrained. I kept telling myself that because of me there would be no war, that I should be thankful Luther’s race won’t be extinct anymore but I’m lying to myself. I can’t find it in me to trust Dace anymore.

Going to bed and forcing my eyes to close due to exhaustion I thought of Grayson. I heard some rumor going around the house that he escaped and that brought me some relief. I pray he doesn’t come back for me and that he’s safe, he’s always there to somehow fight the demons.

But now I am just left with them to cluster around me.