Hellbound With The Cold Alpha
"I might look drunk, Your Highness," she gulped. "But I'm not. This is my first and last warning to you. If you don't stay away from me, I will surely destroy you and your people." "Are you sure?" His gray eye interlocked into hers. Hazel rolled her eyes and held the hem of her dress so that she wouldn't trip. She could barely see now, especially with the aid of that terrible headache raking her skull. However, just a slight error and she wobbled all over him. His grip was held tightly to her waist but she pushed him away from her as she said, "Husband, you mistake lust for love. This is a warning, you will regret this." "Wife, there is a lot you need to learn from me. Like knowing how to tell a lie. Nevertheless, I shall give you another two weeks to take an act of revenge on me, if you don't succeed, I won't hesitate to make you mine even against your wish. If you do succeed, I am happy to die in your hands." He continued, whispering along her earlobe since he knew she would be unaware of what they had discussed the next morning, "It is like killing two birds with a stone, I will be able to fulfill my promise about keeping you away from evils. You would be able to protect yourself against me." As he said those words, he clenched his jaw. "It's funny how I am the evil you need to hide from, the one who has and will hurt you the most." *** HAZEL COLESHILL, a 22-year-old vampiress who had a very terrifying past with a werewolf, pledged to protect her clan by sacrificing herself to the werewolves as part of a truce. However, already having an idea of who she was going to battle with, an alpha prince, who is rumoured to be a psychopathic monster, she is pledged on destroying him completely before he does. In short, she would make him obsessed with her and then finally destroy everything that he holds dear. LUCIFEL, a psycho-born alpha prince, was caged as a child by his father to undergo therapy and experiments. He doesn't believe he is insane, thereby figuring out weaknesses in those that treat him and feigning progress to shorten treatment was his best escape. He came across a rude vampiress prisoner and is determined to make life hell for her by making her his pet not until things change and he figures out that he is obsessed with her. Who would believe that just one night of hot sex with that gorgeous thing was enough to change his personality from a cold being to a being who wants nothing but her? He could swear that she definitely bewitched him! But will his obsession turn into something else? However, why does this vampiress look like someone who he promised to protect in the past? The war between the werewolves and vampires seems to be neverending, will these two people end the war between the two creatures, or create a tougher war? EXCERPT 2 "How does it happen?" "Possessing your shadow in the walls is really helpful. Shadows are meant to be the most vigorous reflections. They attack your enemy if you can control them and then hide back in the walls. They break walls and are extremely powerful." Hazel sighed softly before she said, "Let's go back to the last one. Possessing beings just by staring at them in the eyes." "Have you heard about the rule majorly known among humans?" "What rule?" "The rule about," she raised her two index fingers up and then curled them, signaling a quote. "The rule about not looking into a vampire's eyes?" Hazel shook her head. "The rule about vampires possessing humans when the humans stare at them is as old as the mountains, however, it can also be said to be a superstition but it is not a superstition for some special ones among us." Fannie looked at Hazel intently before saying, "Someone like you, Lady Coleshill. You have the ability to possess beings just by staring at them Warning: Mature Content, Sexual Content and Heavy Fantasy.
Pervert
She tried covering her skin by pulling her cloth up but then his eyes gave a tough warning that only she could interpret.
She looked at him for a moment before another round of thoughts dropped into her brain again. "Let me go, you pervert!"
Still, he didn't mind if she was screaming. He grabbed her naked shoulder and looked thoroughly at her back.
He noticed that her entire back was filled with bleeding marks, nothing like the one he had seen fourteen years ago.
Annoyed, he grunted and turned her around again so that he could check her other side.
Ignoring her petty complaints and acclaims, he wrapped his palm on her back and sniffed it too.
Hazel was disgusted and terrified but her latter emotion overpowered the first and all that she had to do was keep staring at the dungeon's walls while he kept molesting her.
She truly did not know what she could do. She had no idea why she was this weak. If she had been a little stronger, she would have kicked this man and run off but that thought disappeared when another came in. If that was the case, then she was going to put her clan into another hell greater than the one they had passed through.
After a while, having felt irritated being touched that way, she started shivering and shaking due to the cold but he didn't mind. But then she didn't understand.
How could she be feeling this cold?
Vampires hardly feel cold because they could survive in the coldest temperature.
Ethan looked at her naked back and tried searching for that definite mark he had seen that day. He was sure that it was only a bit lower on her left shoulder but here he was, trying to look at almost every part of her body and still could not see it. Instead, every other thing that he could see was the strikes that she had received earlier.
He became unsure of what he had thought of but then even though the Alpha had no idea of who she was, he couldn't be blind not to easily figure it out.
Could it be that he had mistaken her for someone else?
But it could not be possible, she had talked about being in a forest fourteen years ago, so it had to be her!
He was sure but then, how could the scar disappear so easily?
"Look here, and answer my question." He dragged his words as he let his hands walk back to her chin, her almond-sweet eyes staring back at him. She almost looked like a devil from the darkest pit of hell whose eyes were the only beautiful part of her body, while the other part was coated with blackness, even her red eyes made her look like a typical human eater. Well, his subconscious wasn't wrong.
Hazel looked up at the man, her jaw already hurting. She tried not to tell any lies to him whenever he decides to ask her another question. "Do you have a scar or a birthmark that has been with you since birth?"
She wanted to say no but then she immediately nodded her head.
"Use your mouth." He warned, his hair shining with the golden fire from the candles before asking again, "Do you?"
"Yes, I do."
"Where is it?" He asked her, already irritated by staring at her too long. He could almost tell that his palms would be burdened with tar by now.
Hazel's eyes immediately widened. So, could it be that it was the same reason he had pulled her cloth off like that?
What would happen if she tells him the exact place that the birthmark was? Would he throw her naked to see it?"
"Answer me, now."
"It's...it is beside my navel, at... on my waist...at the left side." Her voice came out shallow but weak and her eyes which were moistened immediately widened as she saw his fingers walking through her body and almost tearing her gown off her body.
She tried stopping him, with her cuffed hands but all her efforts died like a pathetic child beast being killed by a gigantic worm.
His hands which were almost pushing her gown down stopped and he looked at her with a small smirk, "I am not what you think. And I wouldn't want to tear your cloth off you because I would not want anyone seeing that mark on you. Especially the prince. I don't want the alpha to see that on you. Do you understand?"
Hazel only nodded but then she immediately gave a weak and shaky shout when he was about to push her cloth down completely. "I...you don't need to check it. I already told you I have a birthmark, please."
"Still I need to check it, you brainless being!" He shouted at her but then she didn't agree still. "I need to confirm if you are the one," he gritted his teeth, as if trying to control his rage.
"What would then happen if I am?" She curiously asked but he didn't even answer her, and with that response, she decided to push him away from her with all the strength that she could build and expected him to at least be pushed to the wall but he didn't even bulge.
She looked even more terrified seeing that her attempt had or might lead to a disastrous outcome just with the way he held tightly onto her shoulder. Before he could do any other thing, she immediately added, "Please, I ...I will show you, myself."
A/N: Thanks to everyone supporting me with powerstones.🥺
Trust me when I say that all the chapters you have read are so boring to me, the ones coming would be much preferable!