ADRIAN DARKMORE
I stared at my bride as her beige dress turned red by the time all the rogues had their heads separated from their bodies. The color suited her more than beige. Red blood all over her dress and skin. Her white skin sparkling with the liquid blood. My gaze trailed upward and stopped at her neck. A pulse on her neck drew my attention and my hands itched to hold her by her nape and stung my fangs on her neck.
My eyes slowly went upward and stopped at her lips. The small droplets of blood on her lips didn't satisfy me a bit. Instead of the nasty blood of the rogues, her blood on her own lips as I nibble and suck on them will look exotic. Her eyes wide open as she took into the environment around her. Her brothers and father were hurt but not severely injured. The bodies of the rogues everywhere, some without their hands and some without a part of their bodies.
Her gaze fell on me and she gasped looking at me. My face is drenching in blood. Blood trickled down my hair and fell on the ground beneath. The corner of my lips pulled into a sinister smile as she looked at my hand and horror filled her eyes. I looked down at my hands and was even more satisfied looking at the head. I let it fall and roll towards her.
As soon as the head touched her legs she stared at him and in a blink of an eye she passed out. Before her body touched the ground, I was beside her, holding her by her waist. Her small waist fit perfectly in my hands. Her long eyelashes kissed her cheeks as she had her eyes closed. My hands got their own lives suddenly. My fingers on its own came to caress her cheeks.
Her skin is soft and can be crumbled easily. My finger trailed down to her lips. Soft, pink and kissable.
"Son, we need to leave."
I came out of my trance and hollered her up in my arms in bridal style. I nodded at dad as he walked forward leaving me with my bride to walk.
Along the whole ride to the palace, my gaze didn't leave her face for a second. A sudden urge of molding that face into pleasure and pain came to my mind. What will it look like while withering underneath me? Her mouth half open as she gasped and let out those voices as I destroyed her entirely?
I know I would have lost it if I had met her before the wedding. I would have taken her to my room, to my bedroom and tore her clothes before I took her in every way possible. Another fucking reason to not to meet her was she was fucking with my brain even before I knew she was mine.
My mind went back in time as the memory of her first appearance slowly made its way to my brain.
4 MONTHS AGO
"Adrian, meet Alpha Nightshade. My close friend."
I took his forwarded hand in a handshake and gave it a firm tug before letting it go.
"Congratulations on your deal, Adrian. Your dad won't stop singing your praises to me."
My response was a simple thank you before he indulged me into more business talks. We were currently in the human world, maintaining our human appearance. It has been a week since I sanctioned a few of the government lands into our lands. They will be used for our breed and the werewolves to stay and live in a group while being in the human world. It's necessary to have our own palace as many of our activities don't go with human culture.
I excused myself to go to the washroom. That was an excuse only. I wanted to get the fuck away from people. Human or other creatures, all suffocated me. People of my own breed suffocate me.
I went out to the open yard. The moon is shining in the dark sky. The sky blurred in front of my eyes as I smoked away my tiredness. Responsibilities are all that I got all my life for being the eldest. And I didn't regret it a bit. But I hate being around people.
"The moon is so beautifullllll."
My train of thoughts was disturbed by a sweet, alluring and captivating drunk voice.
I turned around and saw a woman sitting on the bench, gazing at the moon. My face tilted up and her throat doing its work as she drank away without caring about anything. My gaze went down to her knee length dress. Black and formal just like the dress code of the party. Her feet are bare. The white heels stayed clean beside her on the bench.
Her lips circled around the mouth of the bottle made my own throat dry. Few drops of alcohol fell from the corner of her lips. And I couldn't stop myself anymore. My legs moved forward and in a flash I was near her.
I inhaled the air around her. And my breathing constricted.
She is a werewolf. Not of any lower rank but of a higher rank. Her scent is strong and dominating but not as much as mine..
"Oh, vampie!"
I squinted my eyebrows. Vampie? What kind of nickname is that?
She tried standing and stumbled as she stood on her legs. My hands wrapped around her as an immediate action and her hands fell on my chest. I sucked on a breath. Her warm hands on my bare chest. I now regret one more thing. I regret wearing a suit with such a deep neck and without any undershirt.
"You are cute and….handsome."
She pointed her finger at me and smiled, closing her eyes.
If mesmerized is a word to describe something uncountably beautiful then also it won't be enough to describe how she looked right now.
"But you are of no use to me."
My interest was already in her. And I won't mind having to spend the rest of my boring night with a werewolf. A sexy and drunk werewolf
"Why's that?"
I pulled her to my chest and squeezed her chest. Goodness! Her hips are so caressable.
"Because I hate vampires."
"And why's that again?"
"Because he's a vampire too."
"Who?"
"Who who?"
She double questioned me and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling at her.
"He's a bastard, a sick man, an idiot and a bloodthirsty animal."
I really want to know who's that man whom she's gracing with such words.
I was so involved in my head that I didn't notice her eyeing me.
"Can I kiss you?"
The question was sudden. But I didn't even get a chance to comprehend what she said.
In that moment, her intentions became unmistakably clear. Her fingers gently traced along my jawline sending a shiver down my spine. Her voice, now huskier than before, whispered,
"Your lips look so kissable."
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile that left me breathless.
The anticipation in the air was palpable, and I could feel my heart racing. I nodded in agreement, unable to resist the magnetic pull she exerted. Her hand slid up my arm, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. The world around us seemed to blur as I focused solely on her.
With a sudden surge of courage, she leaned in, her lips tantalizingly close to mine. The scent of her perfume, mixed with a faint trace of the alcohol she was drinking, filled my senses. Her breath was warm against my skin as she paused for just a moment, as if savoring the anticipation.
Then, it happened. Her lips met mine in a gentle, exploratory kiss. It was soft, yet filled with an undeniable passion. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation of her mouth moving against mine. Her kiss was a delicate dance, a symphony of desire that left me craving more.
Time seemed to stand still as we continued to kiss, our mouths melding in perfect harmony. Each kiss deepened, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't contain. The world around us faded into obscurity, and there was only the intoxicating taste of her lips, the warmth of her body, and the electrifying chemistry that bound us together.
At that moment, I was utterly captivated by the woman who had initiated this passionate exchange. Her boldness had sparked a flame that burned brighter with each passing second, and I knew that this unexpected kiss would be a memory etched in my mind forever.
She suddenly separated herself from me. And I won't lie but I missed the feel of her lips against mine. I kept my hold around her waist firm.
"Mumma might be looking for me."
She slurred and struggled removing herself from me.
"Adrian."
I looked behind to see my brother calling for me. I let her go and she took off on a drunken run towards the entrance. I again chuckled at her antics. Maybe tomorrow, I'll get her identity but for today let her enjoy her night. I traced my thumb over my lips and unconsciously my lips formed into a small smile.
I need this woman even if it's for a day. I want to feel those soft lips on me and that delicate skin underneath me.
When tomorrow morning came, all my plans crashed down.
"Your prospective bride. Elara Nightshade."
"He's a bastard, a sick man, an idiot and a bloodthirsty animal."
All those colorful adjectives were for me. And my bride kissed me a day before I knew who she was.
Should I laugh or be angry at her? She dishonored me but again she kissed me with those luscious lips.
Elara Nightshade, you are in for a long run darling.
BACK TO PRESENT
I avoided meeting her. I wanted to surprise her on the wedding day itself so that she could be shocked to see me. Seeing the guy she kissed in her drunken state. But she doesn't remember a single thing.
We were soon in front of the palace. It is glistening with all the lightning and loud musical noises. It all felt like a traditional wedding that has been taking place for centuries now.
I looked down at my bride. Her head on my chest as she slept away without caring with whom she's with. I smirked at her sleeping form.
You don't even know what you will wake up to
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ELARA NIGHTSHADE
"What the fuck is this??"