Chapter 92 - The Vampire And The Wolf (1/2)

Ramose felt his surroundings blur as he dazedly watched his mate.

'The Nar! Why does she look so...so...so otherworldly beautiful!'

He could not come up with a better word to describe her. He only knew, he could not take his gaze off her.

The black robe against her red-gold silky hair and fair complexion made her already breathtaking beauty blinding.

The radiance, vigor, and vitality that the dull Nar realm lacked, she encompassed it all.

She was all that he knew, expected, and then some more.

However, the beauty that originally attracted him was never her physical appearance.

It was her bright and shinning soul that he fell deeply and irrevocably in love with. Her charming laughter that he imprinted into his heart, and her violet eyes and fire kissed hair that he branded into his mind.

And yet, at this very moment, as he felt his heartbeat increase and his breath shorten, he realized he was falling in love with her all over again.

”Grrrrrr!”

Sensing the other beasts fervent sights fixed on his mate, Ramose growled in warning, consumed with the uncontrollable urge to hide her within his arms.

'Damn! Why the Nar are this fools staring at my mate? Don't they have anything better to look at?'

He was peeved!

Only he had the right to look at her. Only he had the right to admire her beauty.

From now on, it seemed he needed to keep an eye on every beast in the realm.

Without any further delay, he got on his hunches and lunged towards her.

Wind surged, and popping sounds rang out.

Before any beast could react, Ramose was in his human. Unceremoniously, he pulled the dumbstruck serpentine into his wide arms.

”Grrrrrr!”

Growling possessively, he engulfed her tiny frame and glared sharply at the awestruck beasts.

The beasts, finally brought back to their senses by the sharp killing intent in the Wolf King's eyes, guiltily looked away in fear and embarrassment.

They felt awfully wronged.

After all, it was not their fault that the serpentine turned out to be so beautiful.

Unaware and unconcerned with their grievances, Ramose felt satisficed with their quick reactions.

Sighing in relief, he buried the girl's head in his firm chest and gently laid his chin on her soft flame hair, deeply inhaling her sweet fruity fragrance.

”Versailles...”

”Hmm?”

”I missed you.”

The slight tremble of her soft body filled his heart with bliss and tenderness.

Only he knew how deeply he missed her.

The past few ice nights and warm mornings away from her felt like eons of separation.

He wanted to rush to her side, but the fear of evoking her anger held him back.

He could endure anything.

Separation, pain, torture.

Anything but her anger.

If there ever came a day where she never spoke to him, or ignored him, he didn't know what he would do.

He was certain, however, that he would never be at peace without regaining her favor and appeasing her anger.

”Without you, I am but a shell. It is you who breathes life into my soul, my better half.” The words rang true in his heart and soul.

Without her, he felt like a lifeless puppet, breathing just for the sake of living. It was only with her around, that he truly felt alive. That he truly understood the meaning of living.

It was a difference he never noticed before.

One that became glaringly obvious with her appearance.

Luke watched the Werewolf King embrace the woman of his heart with red eyes and cold heart.

It was not supposed to be like this. Things were not supposed to be like this.

Since 500 years ago, she was meant to be his.

So, how could the damn wolf embrace her so unrestrainedly in front of everyone.

In front of him.

The longer Luke watched, the deeper the hatred and rage in his heart ran.

He would make him pay. He would make the wolf pay for daring to lay his hands on his woman.