BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 514: For Her Peace {1}

Chapter 514: For Her Peace {1}

DACE

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A Week Ago

"We have to make sure we set this right, the fate of the supernatural world rests in this situation," Kael of House Yearwood declared. His two hands clasped on the top of his stick encased in gold. "Every action should be taken carefully, as now the oldest supernaturals after the demise of the vampires, we’re on top of the food chain. Some may accept it but I assure you others will not"

"We have succeeded in bringing ruin to the Vampire Empire, why should we remain uptight, we should be celebrating!" Boris of House Windward rejoiced. "Our great Dark Alpha has accomplished what not even his ancestors could achieve, what greater victory is there?"

"Alas this victory came with great loss," Kael reminded in a way to keep Boris level-headed before turning his faded brown eyes to me. "It’s been a year yet the news still craves deeper in our hearts. I wish the Lioness all the best, she’s the fire needed at this very hour, a fire specifically for you"

"Yes, our lioness. I was very eager to see her, shouldn’t your Female be sitting by your side?" Boris said. "She’s meant to have a seat at this table, her duties should be considered, don’t we all agree?"

As usual, he’s trying to grab info with his twisted tongue. Emma has been excluded from any social events, including the Pride’s. I intend to keep it that way, duties such as that were bullshit. I’m here to deal with any of it, I’m not ready to release such an insignificant burden on her when she has other important things to do.

Boris is lucky because his head would have rolled off his shoulders if I hadn’t been so distracted with the iPad within my grasp. My eyes followed her every movement, drowning out whatever the Pride Council was going on about. They always had something to say and currently, praises of my accomplishments were still booming in the hearts of the Pride like wildfire, spreading across the supernatural world like a virus.

I was revered not just as a leader but as a god, worshiped, and feared not just within my Pride but the supernatural world.

I don’t need any of that—The praise, the fear, the titles, and the gain. I only need one thing.

My eyes trained on the very woman who holds my heart in the palm of her hand, if it still beats then it does for her. The cameras installed in her dorm were a new toy for me, something I hoped to use properly.

A few months ago, Emma worked hard to be accepted into JU. But falling behind in high school was one of the challenges she had to overcome, yet still, she worked tirelessly for it, pouring all her mind and energy.

Her desire to accomplish something made me proud but whatever strings Vanessa managed to pull before her untimely demise for Emma to secure a future didn’t work. Being one of the Board Directors of JU finally came to good use. I got an admission for her and all the processes that came with it, made everything work according to plan.

It’s been a year.

A whole fucking year without her in my bed, arms, around my fucking orbit. It’s torturous watching her from a distance, unable to keep her in my space and wake up to her beautiful face every morning.

From afar I watched her, I watched her cry, break, heal, smile for the first time in months, struggle to breathe at times, and decide to take control of her life after months of staying frozen.

I watch every single thing, dying to be close to her, to hold her even though I can’t process her pain. She’s better off not having me by her side. I could watch her for eternity if I had to if it meant she had... peace.

It’s fucking laughable I thought that way, it’s impossible to have such restraint and not tear down the walls she had built around herself and force her back into my arms. But each time I reach my breaking point I think of that look she gave me a year ago at that greenhouse.

I know she wasn’t in her right mind because of that dagger but I can’t mistake something as genuine as that. She looked at me as if I was dead to her, that she’d lost me.

I didn’t need emotions to feel or tell how mentally drained that got me. My lack of emotions doesn’t stop me from having a primal or instinctual feeling towards her. The memories of—the love I had—for her can drive my actions and attachments—the obligation, habit, the deep, undisturbed connection I sheltered for her.

With every torturous distance that drew near, I lost a fragment of my sanity and the only reason I hadn’t gone ballistic was watching her.

Emma stepped into the room confused and I pondered what went through her mind. Does she know I bought the entire top floor for her? I changed it down to the last detail to match her taste, to the fairy lights she loved, and a shelf to take all her tons of books. I thought of buying more because I knew her collection would only grow.

Just look at my baby, attending JU and going for her dreams. I can only ponder the level of satisfaction she must have, I knew she was nervous about everything but she’d always been and she never let that stop her from achieving what she wanted.

Does she know she’s in my every thought, every breath? That I could still ache for her, still miss her, still crave her like that first taste of ecstasy? I think of her every sleepless night, every wake of the day until I’m certain I’m breathing the only air she does.

She had no idea how completely she consumed me, how ravenous I had become, a beast that never rests.