BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 448: Unbreakable

Chapter 448: Unbreakable

A/N: Song For The Background ~ Never Let Me Go By Florence + The Machine

I heard rustling sounds followed by footsteps and then splash.

"Fuck!" Dace roared and I twirled instantly with wide eyes. Dace was half submerged in the water, hissing, probably from the temperature because of the steam coming off it.

I laughed, out loud, holding my stomach when it got too much.

"And why the fuck are you laughing?"

"Sorry..." I said between laughter, tears at the corner of my tears threatening to spill free. "It’s just... you’re a werelion and I thought the heat never bothered you. I guess the water is too hot for you huh?" I giggled while walking close to the pool. "Nice to see you get worked up about something" I mused.

He glared at me and before I could satisfy myself with more amusement he dragged me into the water and I screamed at the hotness.

"DACE!" I screeched, kicking and screaming at him. He laughed wholeheartedly. "It’s not fucking funny!" I barked trying to get my wet hair out of my face.

"Is it now?" he mused, moving to where I assumed the regulator was.

"Just not too cold" I rushed and he moved back to me.

"Why are you scared of cold water?" he asked genuinely curious and it was odd seeing some flicker of emotions in Dace’s golden orbs, they weren’t hardened like they used to be, they were soft as they looked at me, they were soothing. I’m not sure he’s even aware of this right now. Whatever wall clinging around him was temporarily gone, so I let mine down too.

"I don’t like the cold, as I said before at the waterfront"

"Because of your temperature?"

I shook my head. "Because that is how I died"

He narrowed his eyes.

"How did you think I became a vampire? Trust me I wasn’t alive"

He looked to the distance, his face swirling with a different emotion altogether. He ran a hand through his wet hair. "I didn’t know"

"You didn’t ask. Everyone has trauma Dace and they prefer not to speak about it. I have many I can’t count. But you Alpha Devereaux... You don’t have any trauma. You are like the perfect human being"

He glanced back at me and gave me a softening look with a hint of vulnerability I didn’t know he had. "I fight to keep sane every day doesn’t that count?"

I gulped.

"There’s this dark dark place in my head, like an endless void of emptiness, I don’t know why it forged, maybe during my metamorphosis. It grew and that’s what caused my unhinged bloodlust. A regular werelion has one but mine is a tenfold"

"That’s why you smoke"

He chuckled but it wasn’t humorless like before. "Yes. But just a few seconds and it’s normal, to feel normal for once is..." he shook his head. "Weird but also good"

I moved closer to him and he kept his soft gaze on mine. I placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pulse beneath my fingertip. "And now? Do you feel that darkness?" darkness similar to mine but in a different way.

"A certain brat came into my life and I either want to kill her or torture her"

I giggled. He placed a hand on my chin and lifted it to meet his gaze.

"It’s hard deciding which... I’m either angry, amused, relieved, or just insanely horny for her"

I smiled. "That is very romantic"

He grimaced. And shook his head.

"At least you feel those things. I thought you didn’t feel anything"

"I am not a robot. Emma"

"Yeah, I know... You’re constantly fighting with that darkest part of yourself and you seem to forget every other thing"

"It’s not that I don’t feel them, I don’t know how to process it"

"I know"

"You know too much about me, Emmaline. And I am beginning to think it’s not just about my reputation"

"Does it matter what I know?"

He took my hand and placed it on his chest. "It does. Stop being a fucking mystery and-"

"And what?" I cut him. "And what Dace?" I shook my head. "I’m not a mystery because I choose to be. You just met the wrong girl" I could feel the tears brewing in my eyes ready to spill. "A broken girl with a tormented past"

He leaned toward me. "You’re not broken"

"The pieces are scattered, Dace"

"Then I will find every inch of it, just stop..." his jaw ticks. "Playing with my fucking head"

I sniffed pulling away from him but he held me firmly on my waist and yanked me back to him causing a splash.

"There is no escape from me, baby girl" he growled.

"The partnership will end"

"It won’t. Never"

My lips quivered. "Do not love me Dace Devereaux" The tears slid down to my cheek. "It’s best for the both of us" I kissed him. And the sparks fly, the electricity zapping through my entire body down to my tiptoes. It was soft, wet, and passionate, with the dance of our tongues in each other’s mouths. His hand moved and he held the back of my head and pushed me further to deepen the kiss. Our wet bodies pressed against each other until there was no space to breathe.

I can’t get away.

And his hold says it all. Goosebumps found my skin all the way to my nipples and the erect tips rubbed roughly against his bare chest and I moaned. Dace didn’t stop and neither did I. We were both too drowned in each other’s intoxication to even give a damn about anything. About the morals, about our differences, or the wall or emotions trying so hard to divide us.

My heart slammed against my chest loudly, matching his in a perfect rhythm, beating for each other. My heart always beats for Dace no matter what, no matter how many years it takes. I was always obsessed with him, entirely consumed and in love with my beast. In my nightmare even as he haunts me, in the day even as he torments my mind and soul. None of it could ever stop what was already made. The love we once shared. As a teen girl who was insanely driven by everything he was made of.

My Dace.

My beast.

My nightmare.

My heart.