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Hells, I hated him at times. I hated him for hurting me, for turning me into this weapon—into this shell of a fae. But I also hated myself for disappointing him, for bringing this punishment upon myself.
Oh the daddy issues in this!
Nobody truly understood the relationship I had with Lord, the life debt I would be forever paying back. He took me in and saved my life, giving me the strength and skills I needed to stay alive in a vampyre-riddled kingdom.
The more she says this the more i wanna slap her! Stop lying to yourself!
he hummed into my ear. “Your blood smells like cherries.
Why can you smell that Angel boy?!
“There are a lot of things I get off on, little fae. I could show you sometime if you’d like to see.”
“Careful, killer. I like my females violent, you know.”
“Need some help?” the angel called from behind me. “Fuck you!” I yelled back. He laughed,
“Welcome to Moira Seminary. I hope you’re all prepared to die.”
Hells. Wolf looked good on his knees. Especially when kneeling in front of me.
“Vampyres are not born with bloodlust, contrary to what you all might believe. Vampyres do not drink blood at all, actually, until they have lived a quarter of a century. Once a vampyre is twenty-five, their instincts kick in. That is when they need to feed.
So Im assuming Huntyr is vampire royalty?! But since she is 22 and orphaned she has no clue, although i bet Lord knows and using her as a weapon of his own making
“I don’t want to watch you get hurt because I don’t like it. Fair enough?”
“Of course I was watching you. I couldn’t look away for a moment, even if I tried.”
If she is vamp royalty, maybe he was sent to be her protector?
“He deserved to fucking die,” Wolf said finally. My eyes met his, a storm of unsaid words. “I should have ended him a long time ago for laying a hand on you.”
But Lanson? He was safe. He was solid.
Nope, i dont trust him!
“You haven’t seen me jealous yet, Huntress. If I were jealous, your little toy would be dead.” “Then what?” I cried. “What could I possibly have done to make you this angry?” Darkness swarmed his eyes. “You feel loneliness and you lean on the first piece of shit who shows you any signs of affection.”
I wasn’t sure why I needed him to like me. Needed him to want me. Needed him to approve of me, to hate Wolf just as much as I did. It was a familiar sensation—one I felt daily growing up with Lord. In a world where I didn’t belong, in a world where my own parents were ripped away from me, I wanted someone to long for me. I wanted someone to accept me.
“You do not get to die. You do not get to let them win. Do you understand me? If you close your eyes, I’ll fucking kill you. Now focus, Huntyr. Tell me who touched you.
But then, in a softness I had never heard him speak in before, he said, “You are making me remember.”
“you say the word and they’re dead.” “I can fight my own battles, thank you,” I hissed back with a scowl. Wolf shrugged, his hand lingering on the door of the already-filled study chambers. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be satisfied as all hells to cut a few hands off. Fingers, maybe. Toes.”
“If you want me on my knees, Huntress, all you have to do is ask.”
I pictured Lord giving up more and more of my blood for the offering. I slid the tip of Venom from my shoulder down my bicep, cutting more of my shirt, not even flinching as the contact stung. Warm liquid poured from my arm. I kept my eyes tightly shut. Bleed and live.
That is some deep rooted shit if you have to picture your "father figure" giving up your blood to harness magic that is already within you cause you dont believe in yourself enough to harness it alone!
Lord would not be disappointed in me. I would give every single ounce of this blood to Moira if it meant returning home to him victorious. Whatever Lord needed of me, I would fulfill. I owed him at least that.
SLAP! NO MAAM!
“Huntress.” His breath was a wisp of a shadow in my mind. “You do not know the violence that runs through my veins, begging to obliterate anyone who lays a hand on you.”
“Anything for my deadly huntress.”
“Will you stay with me?” He tensed. My heart stopped. “I’ll always stay with you.”
“Not all of us wear our scars on our face for all to see, Wolf. Some of us like to hide, as if that will make the pain go away.”
“I see your scars in your eyes.” The tips of his fingers circled. “I see them in your fight. I see them in your determination. I see them in your anger.” When tears burned my eyes, I let them fall. “Just because your back may hold these physical scars doesn’t mean you can’t rewrite that story, Huntress. You’re a fighter. These explain nothing if not that.”
“It’s not possible. Angels cannot be half-vampyre.” “It is possible,” he pleaded, taking a hesitant step toward me. “Look at me, Huntyr. Look at what I am. I was not born this way, I was turned.”
Honestly didnt see that twist coming
I hated him for lying. I hated him for taking care of me, for saving my life so many times. I hated him for standing up to Lanson and Espek and Ryder. I hated him for being here, for holding me while I cried. And I hated him the most because I didn’t hate him at all.
I couldn’t trust Wolf. Not only did he hide the truth from me, but he was a vampyre. He was an abomination. He was half a blood-sucking monster.
Watch my theory be right and her world views obliterate whe she finds out she is a vamp too
“You look into my eyes, and you feel your own heart when I tell you I will die before I let anything happen to you, Huntress. You’re safe with me, and you might not want to believe it, but deep inside of you somewhere I know you can feel that truth.”
No, Wolf was more angel than vampyre, more god than demon. He was a beautiful predator, hidden in plain sight.
Wolf opened the floodgates of his bond once more, throwing all the desire and lust and longing through me. I could feel how turned on he was. Could feel the core of heat in his own body, growing and growing with the taste of blood. Of my blood.
“My heart bows to you and you only, Huntress.” A tear fell down my face.
“I need you to know that I wanted this from the first time I saw you kill a vampyre.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “You are strong.” He kissed me again. “You are brave and incredibly difficult at times, but you are worthy of so, so much more, Huntress. You always have been.”
“Look at me while I devour you,” he muttered as he pulled back. “I want you to remember who gives you this pleasure, Huntress. Me.” He licked me again, slowly and torturously. “Only me.”
I needed him like I needed air. I would crawl for him if he asked. I would beg for him; he only needed to say the words.
He did not speak my name ordinarily; he worshipped it. “Huntress.”
My soul kneels to yours. But in that moment—as Wolf roared in release along with me—my soul did not just kneel. It bowed.
I was pathetic. I knew I was. I wanted nothing more than Lord’s approval, and I would do anything to please him. Everything in my life, I owed to Lord.
SLAP!
“If I turn my back on him, Wolf, I have nothing. Nothing.” “That’s not true,” he argued. “You have everything without him. He hurts you, Huntress. This?” He reached around my shoulder and let his fingers trace one of the many, many scars. “This is not love.” My throat burned. I fought tears. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
you deserve to be around people who really love you. Who will protect you against anything, against anyone.”
“Get the princess,”
I fucking knew it!!!!
that the crack in my chest from his indifference hurt much worse than the blood that now dripped from my knees.
Gutted!
What would Lord think?
Hes in on it?!!
“You are the heir to the vampyre throne, the new Queen of Scarlata Empire.”
Fucking knew it!
How stupid was I to let that happen? To trust him? To believe that someone might actually care about me?
Huntyr screamed. The sword sliced through the air. CONTINUE NOW WITH BOOK 2 BLOOD SO BRUTAL
You bitch!
