Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 764: You’re Alive Now, Thanks to the Grace of the Blood Clan’s King

Chapter 764: Chapter 764: You’re Alive Now, Thanks to the Grace of the Blood Clan’s King

Nicholas shifted his gaze away from his sister, Leslie, onto little Lance who had crawled to his side.

The little guy was tugging at his sleeve, blinking his deep blue eyes the same as his father, looking earnestly at Nicholas, without the caution and ferocity he showed when confronting Qin Ruan.

He gaped a toothless grin, the smile as innocent as a baby’s.

Even though the baby’s face strongly resembled his father’s, the thought that the child was born from his sister Leslie, made Nicholas’s heart instantly melt into a soft mush.

He gently curved his tense lips and reached out to pick up the little one.

Little Lance’s smile was even more brilliant now.

However, things took a turn the moment Nicholas held Lance in his arms.

Lance wrapped his short tiny arms around his neck and opened his mouth, revealing his tiny sharp fangs.

His mouth was small, but he managed to bite on to Nicholas’s relaxed, vulnerable throat.

"Hiss!"

The familiar pain of bitten throat made Nicholas wince.

The sound of swallowing next to his ear made Nicholas stiffen a bit while holding the child.

Lance had begun sucking blood, swallowing it in small gulps, seemingly enjoying it.

Seeing this, Donald, who was standing nearby, expression turned somber

He quickly stepped forward and plucked Lance from Nicholas’s arms.

Donald glared menacingly at his son, "I told you to recognize people, not to bite them!"

Swinging his palm wide.

"pia!"

His hand met intimately with Lance’s little bottom.

Little vampire, born less than an hour ago, was bestowed with a round of forceful education from his father.

Lance looked at his father with his confused blue eyes, hurt apparent in them.

Nicholas, from head to toe, was filled with the intimate scent of his father, and the familiar smell was rich and inviting.

This man belonged to his father, and he felt a closer connection than his mother.

Little Lance licked his fangs; the latter’s blood was sweet.

Since he was asked to recognize people, wasn’t he supposed to be fed too?

Little Lance was puzzled and very wronged, looking back at his father with accusing eyes.

Nicholas held his wounded neck, watching Donald smack the child, he frowned and stood up.

"Why are you hitting him? He’s just a little baby."

Bearing the blood connection to the child, born from his sister, he felt slightly affectionate towards him.

When Donald heard Nicholas speaking for Lance, his expression turned playful and cold.

"Have you forgotten your place?"

Nicholas who was about to take the baby from Donald, paused at these words.

His face whitened instantly, his fierce lips tightened once again, trying to suppress something.

Donald tossed Lance onto the hospital bed.

He approached Nicholas, glaring at him with a sinister and foreboding look, and uttered in a cold, low voice, "You are alive because of Bolin Family’s lineage of messengers, you should also thank me for my grace, I need your blood."

Nicholas swelled in humiliation, spitting out the word.

"Get lost!"

Donald stared at Nicholas’s wound, his deep eyes slightly dimmed.

Nicholas was a Caucasian, his skin was comparable to Donald, a thousand-year-old monster.

The strikingly beautiful throat with fair skin with blood slowly oozing out from the wound, staining his slightly creased white shirt red.

Donald watched as the blood seeped into the shirt, his adam’s apple twitching, signalling his thirst for blood.

Starring at Nicholas’s humiliated and unwilling eyes, his beautiful lips uttered the callous words, "All the blood in your body belongs only to me. No one can touch it, including Lance, you understand?"

Donald’s blue eyes slowly turned red, revealing a look of lust in the depths.

That was the stare of someone yearning to rip open his prey.

This look was all too familiar to Nicholas.

Since the appearance of Donald, he had become a mobile blood bank for the man, ready to satisfy his appetites at any time.

It was not that he didn’t resist, but every time he did, it left him defeated and embarrassed.

Like a defeated soldier being torn apart by an opponent in a beast-fighting arena, enduring relentless cruelty, he was severely injured at the expense of his own life.

As Donald lowered his head, Nicholas shut his eyes which showed a hint of sadness.

He had accepted his fate.

His sister was alive, and the child had been born.

He had gradually taken over most of the affairs of the Bolin Family.

Besides being harassed by a vampire, who was a madman from time to time, all else was well.

Now, he just hoped that this occasionally furious and cold-blooded monster would let go completely one day.

Donald’s dark blue eyes turned bloody red, filled with a thirst that seemed impossible to quench, like in a deep valley.

He opened his mouth wide, biting hard into the wound on his son’s body with his sharp teeth.

The sweet, exquisite blood injected ecstasy into his soul via the tips of his teeth, bringing him pleasure.

Such exquisite blood was to him a divine delicacy rarely found in the mortal world.

With his cold lips, he greedily sucked up the sweet blood that flowed into his mouth.

Lance, lying on the bed, kept swallowing saliva as he watched this scene unfold.

The sight of his father devouring food greedily was tormenting for him.

As Lance swallowed, he tasted sweet blood on his sharp fangs and couldn’t help licking them.

Donald was somewhat unbridled today.

Having heard a faint sound of pain, he realized that he had overfed.

In such a short span of time, he had actually consumed the blood quantity of an entire week.

He roughly estimated that it was about 1000 ml.

The poor, frail human in his hand had turned pale, gasping for breath.

Lacking any strength, the person could only lean on Donald’s body to keep from collapsing.

Donald hadn’t intended to kill this human. Seeing their weakened state, he showed a hint of regret on his face.

Cursing softly, he picked up the slender, over one meter eighty tall human, and walked briskly towards the door.

"Leslie..."

Before leaving, Nicholas didn’t forget his sister lying in the hospital bed.

Donald answered with his crimson lips curved in a wicked smile, "Don’t worry, she won’t die."

As the door to the sickroom opened, vampires from the Rasambo family, who were on guard outside, gathered around.

Donald instructed them, "Little master is inside, get him out."

"Yes, my King," one of them replied.

The vampire outside the room turned back to look at Lance, who was in the bed inside.

With eyes filled with admiration and deep respect like a devout follower, they fixed their gaze on the excitement visible on the little master’s face.

After taking a step out of the room, holding the frail human, Donald found himself unable to move further.

Nicholas had a firm grip on the room’s door, his angry eyes brewing with determination.

"I want to stay here and take care of Leslie."

His voice was weak, but his tone very firm.

Donald grew impatient and said to someone next to him, "Bring over the members of the Bolin Family and have them watch the woman inside the room."

To prevent any disturbances from the bodyguards and wizard brought by the Bolin Family during the birth of Little Rasambo, Donald had ordered his family members to restrain all the people who had come with the Bolin Family after Leslie had entered the operating room.

Now that Little Lance had been born, there was no need for the Bolin Family to continue guarding.

The vampire next to him responded and bowed a ninety-degree salute.

With a cold gaze, Donald stared at Nicholas, "Are you satisfied now?"

The annoyance radiating from the deep depths of his voice carried a threat. If he dared to create a fuss again, he would not be let off.

Nicholas’s hand on the door slowly loosened its grip.

Donald, along with Nicholas, had returned to the small building arranged by the Huo Family for them to rest.

Shortly after that, the Rasambo Family’s vampire also came over, bringing Lance with him.

This day ended without any major incident.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.