BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 463: Sister’s Mate

Chapter 463: Sister’s Mate

DACE

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I have been neglecting a full shift for a while now and it seems it’s finally getting caught up to me. I’m rusty and my emotions are like haywire, a live wire ready to melt me inside. My beast is agitated because of the lack of hunting, the thrill of chasing prey, and the call of the wild away from civilization. My mind is also ambling on a lot of things and I can’t control them. It’s too much, too many. And it all centered around the fact that I was a nightmare to Emma in the past.

She didn’t say much or explain anything. She won’t talk to me and it eats me alive. She keeps leaving crumbs that I am not able to pick. What the fuck am I suppose to do with those? I have my own theory and it is one being the fact that I might have known Emma, but I don’t remember any of it. Most likely she was there that night of my metamorphosis but the more I tried to think about it the more it felt like a wall was blocking me and I am back to square one. There are so many things that need explanation in my life and I am finally getting an eye opener for it.

Maybe I will lose my fucking mind when I find the missing piece or maybe I never will. But it doesn’t stop the fact that I might have been a villain to Emma in her past, someone she hates enough not to talk about, was I the worst?

I knew I didn’t treat her right but that was until I realized what she meant to me, how obsessed I became. How much I need her in my life and without her in it I will lose the will to live. My feelings run deep and there is no description for it. What I feel for Emma is a stimulating fire that can never run out and even if it does, the fire will just come back up again and keep burning like an eternal flame.

I never understood love and I thought it was a pointless feeling. Love is considered a weakness because of how it pulls you down and ruins even your identity and every peace of mind. But now I have no peace without Emma, I have no identity without her. My walls are now built around her, caging her in and binding her to my soul. That’s right... I feel it in my soul, in my blood, my bones, and everything that makes up this supernatural body.

She’s my identity and my sanity.

Right now I have a more pressing issue at hand. Right under my fucking nose someone is messing with my sister. What ticks me off is that my sister is involved in this too and I knew the answer to that. She’s fucking messing around with a man that is not her Male. I don’t know which bugs me more, the fact that it’s happened right under my nose or the fact she’s protecting him. Why go through all the lengths to protect someone you don’t know? Someone who wasn’t yours?

I should laugh at myself right now for asking such a silly question when I was no exception to that matter.

I grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open, taking it off its hinges by sheer force. My strength is getting unbalanced, I need a full shift soon. I need to hunt before I break more than the house. I set the uprooted door against the frame.

"Alpha" Singe speaks and I glanced to the couch where Grayson stood.

"Emilia?" I ask.

"Tried to keep her away but it was hard," he said. "But I worked it out, not sure how the others keeping her at bay will last," he adds.

"Your anger is with me Dace, not your sister" Grayson speaks not in the slightest intimidated by my presence. My aura is even surging through like a tempest, the only person who isn’t affected by it is Emma. I noticed that during the meeting. But it seems like Grayson is on another level. "Leave us" I nudged my head at Singe and he gave a nod before leaving us alone in the room.

I take my seat on the couch in front of Grayson. I relaxed, spreading an arm behind the couch, with my legs parted. There was a minute of silence between us, our unwavering gaze on each other. A silent battle of perseverance going on, who would look away first, and who would cower? But both of us seemed like stubborn bastards.

I must say I am impressed he hasn’t broken a sweat, he’s tough as a nail, something I respect. But I don’t know if I can trust him. He’s Emma’s brother but I don’t know him. I might not show it but Emilia is my sister and that means I have to protect her, whether she wants it or not. That’s how I work.

"I thought you escaped Gray. Can’t believe you were right under my nose the whole time" I broke the silence. I would have sniffed him out but it’s still a mystery why he’s odorless. It was just a wrong step that caused Singe to apprehend him.

"I told you I won’t leave without my sister," he said coolly.

"So you stayed for her. But somehow made your way with my sister"

"You did too," He countered. "You dragged her with you to Costa Rica. I’m not sure if you persuaded her or you used force"

"Both" I grinned. "She’s a brat. My brat. And I will handle her"

He raised an eyebrow at my words before clearing his throat and looking anyway but my eyes. "That is not what I wish to hear"

I narrowed my eyes. "You don’t seem surprised"

"Nope," he shook his head. "I am not. It’s just..."

"Just what?"

He shook his head again. "Nothing"

"Should I remind you you’re in a position not to play games with me" Emma’s brother or not I can still keep him locked up. I will just have to deal with my baby girl’s tantrums.

"Yeah I know, in the lion’s den, a random man with your sister. Trust me I will be in the same category as you too. In short, I am" he disputes.

"You’re not entirely random. But you should know my sister isn’t just any woman. She’s too good for you. You’re not her-"

"Male?" he mused.

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. So he does know about mates. Of course he does, he lived with vampires.

"And what about my sister? She’s not your Female too"

"She is" I countered with gritted teeth. Feeling the strong urge to uproot his head from his body but a crying Emma is not what I need. I only need her smile and her anger, both stimulate me knowing I can tame her and treasure her like a princess.

A pause came from him when I said those words. His mind seemed to be railing but then he spoke. "Then I guess is only right to know that I bear your sister’s mark. Dace"

I stilled, observing if he was telling any lie. He kept his stone gaze on me and was unwavering and I got my answer. He’s fucking telling the truth. No wonder Emilia protected him. It explains it all.

So that is out of the way. I have a more pressing question now. Something about this Grayson doesn’t add up. "What are you?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"A hybrid just my sister"

"You’re odorless Grayson and should I remind you what category you fall on for that" I know what but I just needed to hear it to be sure. The last I heard about the Venatores, they were extinct by dear old Dad who saw it as an opportunity to trap them when they let their guard down. But we all know the Venatores are like cockroaches, they are everywhere but what my father did was set in a damage that will take several generations to repair. They have always been an annoying foe to the supernatural world. It’s good they are out of the way.

He leaned away from this seat. "I was raised by Venatores. Taught to kill beasts like you not until I found out who my real parents are"

"So did your resolve change? You were bred as a killing machine, I know what its like to never let go of the kill"

"True. The kill is always fun but... Emma changed that notion for me" he looked like he wanted to say more on that but restrained but I took what he said as his reason.

"So Tell me, Gray... I am sure you understand the situation right now. You came for your sister but I have no intention of letting her go. So tell me... am I still the Dark Alpha you want to protect your sister from?"

"That depends on what she says..."

"Then depend wisely because you were once in with the vampires and now you’re my sister’s mates, you have to decide what side you are"

"Where my sister stays I stay," he said with no room for argument. "And because of Emilia too"