Vangelis sent her all round the Bloodmoon and he sent her to his favourite place."The entire place was covered with thick forest. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the landscape. Crystals sparkled on the forest floor, reflecting the light like a myriad of stars scattered across the ground. 'Is this your favorite place?' Fiona asked, surprised.
'You haven't seen anything yet,' Vangelis replied with a smile as he placed his hands on a tree. Suddenly, the entire area lit up, revealing a breathtaking sight. Ahead of them, a magical waterfall cascaded down from a rocky ledge, the water shimmering like liquid gold as it tumbled into a crystal-clear pool below. Tiny golden fishes danced in the water, their scales glinting in the moonlight, creating a mesmerizing spectacle.
Fiona gasped in awe, her eyes wide with wonder. 'It's... it's incredible!' she exclaimed, taking a step closer to the waterfall, captivated by the beauty surrounding them.
As Fiona reveled in the breathtaking view, Vangelis's hands brushed against her arms, causing her to shudder slightly. He wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, pulling her into a warm embrace. "How did you secure this place? It's absolutely stunning and feels so otherworldly," she marveled, her eyes wide with surprise.
"I secured it with my abilities. Every wolf has a domain or a hideout of sorts," he replied, his voice low and soothing. Fiona leaned in closer, eager to learn more about him.
"I'm the only immediate heir of the royal family of Bloodmoon. I possess ultimate strength, and I've been granted the power to control the atmosphere by the moon goddess," he added, settling onto the floor with his legs dangling in the pool, the water shimmering around him.
Fiona joined him, the coolness of the water contrasting with the warmth between them. "So, Phoenix isn't your brother?" she asked, curiosity piqued.
"We wolves follow matrilineal inheritance, unlike your kind, the vampires. Phoenix's mother is different from mine, so he has no claim to Bloodmoon. He isn't part of our royal family," Vangelis explained, his gaze steady.
"Are you saying he was born a bastard?" Fiona inquired, her brow furrowing.
"No, that's not quite it. He has his own kingdom and can only reign there if he finds his destined mate from Bloodmoon. To be honest, he possesses far greater abilities than I do. His mother was the greatest hybrid of a wolf and a witch. She had to self-destruct to save Phoenix from a death penalty. It was nearly impossible for her to give birth due to her bloodline; hybrids need to mate with another hybrid before they can conceive. I still don't know how my father managed it—he somehow sowed his seeds in her, but he died shortly after Phoenix was born."
"It was a curse for a non-hybrid who mated her to die after a few years. A lot of members of Bloodmoon started dying, and the only way to end it was for Phoenix to die. But his mum became a substitute for Phoenix, so she transferred everything to him and died. He holds both his mother's energy and his own," Vangelis narrated, his voice heavy with the weight of the story.
Fiona's heart ached for Phoenix. "That's such a tragic fate for him and his mother. It sounds like he carries a lot of burdens."
Vangelis nodded, his expression serious. "He does. With such power comes great responsibility. Phoenix is not just a survivor; he's a beacon of hope for our kind. But the cost of that hope is something he grapples with every day."
Fiona looked into Vangelis's eyes, sensing the depth of pain and pride in his words. "And what about you? What role do you play in all of this?"
"I'm here to support him, but I also have my own path to forge. The royal bloodline is complicated, and my journey is just beginning," Vangelis replied, determination evident in his tone.
"He didn't deserve that, right?" Fiona asked, her voice filled with empathy.
Vangelis nodded, his expression somber. "He hates it when someone pities him. He feels misunderstood because of that."
Fiona pondered for a moment before asking, "Do you think he can find a mate with this life of his?"
Vangelis gently carried her and placed her in the pool, removing her jacket with care. "Finding a mate might be difficult for Phoenix with all the challenges he faces. But love has a way of surprising us, doesn't it?"
The water rippled around Fiona as she considered Vangelis's words. "Love does find a way, even in the most unexpected places. Maybe Phoenix will find someone who sees beyond his burdens and into his heart."
Vangelis smiled softly, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on his face. "I believe that too. Love has a way of healing even the deepest wounds."
"Enough, let's talk about us. I can't wait to mark you and initiate you into my soul. You smell so pure, and that is killing me." Vangelis's voice was deep and intoxicating, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin as he traced the outline of her body with his fingers, igniting a fire within her.
As he kissed the delicate curve of her neck, she felt a rush of emotions—fear, excitement, and an undeniable attraction. Each kiss was a promise, a whisper of the passion that lay between them. He slowly unzipped her dress, his touch gentle yet electrifying, as he revealed her to him, taking in her beauty with every breath.
"Vangelis," she gasped, feeling vulnerable yet safe in his presence. "What is the problem?" Her voice trembled slightly, a mix of curiosity and anticipation. He paused, looking into her eyes, as if searching for permission, knowing that their connection was deeper than mere desire. "Clearing of throat," Vangelis suddenly covered her body with his, a protective instinct taking over. "I apologize, I thought you were the only one here," Phoenix said, his voice laced with surprise as he glanced at the scene before him. Without another word, he left swiftly, leaving an air of tension and unspoken words hanging in the room.
Vangelis turned to her, his expression shifting from surprise to concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The moment felt heavy, charged with the weight of what had just happened. She could feel her heart racing, caught between the thrill of the encounter and the unexpected interruption.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Vangelis continued, his voice low and inviting, creating a safe space for her to share her thoughts. The warmth of his body against hers was comforting.