The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 79: Definitely Not...

Chapter 79: Definitely Not...

"Why would Draco keep werewolves as pets?" Rama blurted out as she and Malika walked down the dim hallway.

"From what I heard, normal wolves are weak compared to them, and the werewolves are from the first bloodline of the pure alpha breeds." Malika said as she tilted her head slightly to the side in uncertainty.

"The first alpha breeds." Rama repeated in confusion.

"He’s probably keeping them as a trophy, but why for so long? It’s ironic." Rama muttered thoughtfully.

The pure alpha bred werewolves were the first bloodline of werewolves to saunter the face of the earth, and portray the knowledge of their existence to the rest of the world and other supernatural creatures.

"How long do you think they’ve been there?" Malika queried with a sympathetic tone.

"Long enough to have grandkids." Rama said in a clipped tone.

"They look young, like in their late twenties, although they age slower than humans so it’s reasonable, but almost doubtful." Malika said, but there was no doubt in her voice as she was aware of their nearly infinite aging limit, like most supernatural creatures.

"They seem to have adjusted after being locked in a cage for so long like an animal." Rama remarked.

"But I wonder why the werewolf kingdom haven’t tried to rescue them yet." Malika implied.

"They probably don’t know about their existence or maybe they know they’ll lose against the night creatures, especially when they have Draco." Rama said.

"You’re right, Roshan was powerful, but the vampire king killed him so easily." Malika blurted out without thinking twice, making Rama halt abruptly in her steps as a wave of nostalgia hit her, the sour tang of death and desperation coating her tongue as the vivid memory of Roshan’s head been ripped out of his neck played in her mind.

"I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that." Malika quickly apologised, biting her lower lip in regret.

"It’s fine, life happens and you’re right. The night creatures are more powerful, although I suspect Draco and the other two, Zamiel and Damien, they seem different." Rama stated.

"What do you mean, different?" Malika queried slightly confused.

Although, she had suspected something wrong and vaguely different with the three vampires in contrast to the other vampires she had encountered in the castle, she didn’t employ profound thought on it.

"They’re not just vampires, they’re something else." Rama said firmly.

"What are they?" Malika asked with widened eyes, intrigued by the unexpected knowledge.

"I’m not sure, but I’ll find out, it won’t stay hidden for long." Rama remarked with confidence.

"Be careful, don’t cross the line and offend the night creatures, I don’t want you to get hurt." Malika said softly.

"I’ll be fine, stay safe too and out of the night creatures sight so you don’t get hurt again." Rama said as she stroked her hair, while Malika gave out a nervous chuckle.

"You shouldn’t hide things from me, we’re the only ones we have. I know something is bothering you, so what is it?" Rama said, coaxing her words to sound gentle as she queried her.

Malika fiddled with her dress, her conscience pricking her that she wasn’t being truthful to Rama.

She figured she could tell her the truth between her and Zamiel, concerning the witch’s orb they had found back in the forest, she was right after all, they had only each other left and trust was needed to make their friendship stable.

Even though Rama would undoubtedly despise the news she would break to her, she had to tell her. There was no use hiding it, sooner or later in the future she would find out.

At least Zamiel on the other hand wasn’t entirely acceptable being with her for unknown reasons, but it wasn’t that much to think about.

A high vampire lord like himself wouldn’t desire a low ranking human maid in the lowest hierarchy and she didn’t want to end up with a night creature, the mere thought made her skin crawl, her heart wasn’t strong enough to adapt to the darkness and the danger, yet it fluttered when he kissed her.

It was a dark allure, they were dangerous, yet they attracted women like a moth to the flame.

She strengthened her resolute to tell her the truth as she opened her mouth to speak, despite the unwavering sharp gaze of Rama on her.

"It’s about l.."

"Rama!" Her words were interrupted by the loud, gruffy voice of a maid emanating from the opposite side of the hall as she approached them with quick, scurrying footsteps.

Their gazes fixated on the maid whom was approaching them with visible irritation etched on her face.

"Don’t you know your duties anymore you lowly maid? You’re supposed to be by the king’s side, never to leave without permission, go on right now!" The woman snapped in a loud voice, almost in a barking manner.

They realized it was the grumpy plump maid whose fate was already decided by nature.

She was always grumpy and Rama soon realized why, no night creature who sauntered the face of the earth would give her a second glance, as they were extremely gorgeous creatures and when picking humans as their mates, they picked only the ones with impeccable beauty.

Even though her fate was designed to die as a petty maid in the realm of night creatures, it couldn’t be deemed as an excuse for her hostile personality towards the maids.

"I’ll see you later Malika." Rama said, giving her a small smile as she proceeded to leave.

She shot the grumpy maid a hard glare as she moved past her.

"He’s in the library." The grumpy woman’s voice thundered from behind her, but she didn’t reply and headed straight to the library, which was downstairs.

She opened the towering double doors with a slight creak as she moved into the dimly lit space. She quickly adjusted to the darkness as the castle was always dimly lit.

The air grew heavy with a musty scent, the lingering aroma of aged wood and ancient books stacked in high shelves almost reaching the high ceiling.

Soft whispers of a chilling breeze brushed against her skin, carrying a faint trace of dampness from a hidden corner, depicting how long the library had been used, although it was clean.

The room was adorned weigh velvety drapes that exuded a tactile richness, their velvet fibers inviting a hesitant touch, although they were drawn close, restricting light from passing through.

A soft haunting melody seemed to emanate from the shadows, its ethereal notes playing a delicate dance on the eardrums.

As her eyes adjusted to the low light, they met the piercing crimson gaze of the vampire king, his eyes as dark and deep as the abyss, holding a hypnotic power that seemed to freeze time itself.

The sound of his steady breath resonated with a quiet intensity, a barely audible reminder of his otherworldly presence.

The air was electric, charged with a palpable tension that left a metallic taste on the tongue.

He stepped out of the shadows almost stealing his form, his movement was fluid and deliberate, every step sending ripples through the space as if disturbing a silent pond. His regal attire, a mix of leather and silks, whispered gently with each movement, a symphony of tactile sensations.

In the stillness, the distant echo of Rama’s heartbeat reverberated, matching the rhythm of one’s own pulse. The very essence of the vampire king seemed to permeate the room, intertwining with the darkness residing in him.

"I’m certain I told you not to leave my sight unless permitted." His baritone voice rolled off his lips softly, coating the danger in it with a gentleness that could fool a naive soul, but not her, there was nothing gentle about him, especially after witnessing his untamed darkness.

"I-I." She stuttered and inwardly gave herself a smack for not forming proper words, only to portray her intimidation.

His demeanor, though heavy and intensifying, it was rather neutral, compared to when he revealed to her a fragment of his anger. Oddly, he didn’t seem angry that she went off to see the seers with Damien without his permission, making her wonder just what Damien had said.

His brows lifted when she stuttered, portraying his perplexity.

"I would have taken permission but you weren’t present. Anyways, I went off to see the seers with lord Damien, they were dead, no, murdered brutally by the varmints, maybe. Do you have any idea of who might have murdered them?"

His brows furrowed darker as his unwavering predatory gaze fixated on her.

"Are you asking the questions now?" A hint of irritation coated his voice.

"I apologise." She said frantically, lacking enthusiasm and sincerity as it came out dryly.

"Did you think striking a deal with Damien would give you the freedom you seek? The only change is a different master, we’re have the same demons after all." Draco said lazily. He seemed to care less about the seers death as he spoke about the deal she made with him, but he wasn’t going to let her go anyway, so what was the point of him caring or was he? She pondered inwardly.

"Definitely not." A wicked grin tore through his lips as soon as the words rolled off his lips.