Chapter 7 7

He entered his suite like a raging volcano, ready to destroy everything that came in his path.

Damian followed with the intent of admonishing and warning him not to approach Celine, beyond this verbal altercation into a fistfight, a clash that had never happened between them before, as Damian had always tried to provoke him to physical harm but was always kind to him, transcending all his past follies.

Except this time, he will not be allowed; he lost his composure, throwing his dream and patience to the wall the moment he saw him kiss her and threaten him with the most heinous punishment, so he hurt his little brother and the only one left of his blood for a female!

A female will soon be able to erase his tracks, his race, and his offspring from the face of the earth!!!

And if he did not find a way to restrain her, she would do so without anyone being able to stand in her path.

And here, instead of finding a way to control it, his brother struggles for it and burns with the fires of great jealousy burning inside him!!

He must have completely lost his mind!!!

Celine sat on the bed, distracted, waiting for Kaiden to come, apparently not happy with her meeting his brother in the garden!

Well, it wasn't her fault!

It wasn't her fault that Damien seems to be intent on stalking her; he appears before her everywhere, delighted to frighten her, that reckless sadist. He is sick and truly insane.

She rose in terror the moment the door was opened and he entered it like a raging hurricane, searching for her around the suite with his angry looks.

Despite everything, she cannot say that Kayden frightens her but rather feels his presence with some reassurance that he is the wing that will protect her from the oppression of everyone, especially herself.

She jumped off the bed and hurried to him, seeing fresh blood on his cheek and shirt:

"Kayden!! Oh mighty!! What happened to you?"

She asked him, stretching her tiptoes, trying to reach his bleeding forehead, so he turned his face away from her goal and headed towards the bathroom, fleeing from her anxious looks, her delicious smell, and his unbridled desire to own it and end it, especially now, after what he saw, and he had a tendency to possess it as soon as possible so that no one would have his property tattooed on him. To approach it in any way.

She followed him, standing at the door, watching him take off his shirt, revealing his chest, noticing that there were a number of fresh wounds that had not yet healed, so she was unable to prevent herself from entering him despite his refusal.

"What happened? Who caused you this?" I asked him, waiting for an answer that he refused to give. She added, "Please let me take care of your wound."

Ignoring her plea, he goes straight to the sink, filling it with warm water, and telling her, "Leave me and get out; she can heal without your help."

"Did Damian do this?" I asked him to resist his orders.

"Celine!" He warned her, adding narrowly, "Get out of the bathroom now." He roared at her, intending not to mention that the cause of those bruises was the savage swarm that had been chasing her herd for the past few days.

"Did you quarrel with your brother over what happened in the garden?" I asked him about denouncing what he did.

He turned to her, sputtering at her with flaming gazes, roaring with her. "I told you to get out before I lose my temper with you." He pointed toward the door, echoing sharply, "You must know your limits in this palace as long as you, the preserved one, sleep in my bed. You must respect your position and stay away from my brother and any other male, I understand." You are forbidden to offer your services and blood as a charity and distribute your kisses here and there."

She stared at him with wide eyes, not understanding the reason for his anger and accusation, because she did not kiss his brother. Well, she does not know what exactly happened, but she is sure that she did not accept him, and she must definitely respond with a sharp tongue, so she squandered it too:

"Why do you treat me this way, huh? What angers you about what happened when it happens that you are nothing but a prisoner awaiting the decision to execute her with a suspended sentence? What do you want from me, and why don't you keep me here under your wing instead of in that dark and cold dungeon? Answer me, what are you going to do with me?"

She stood in front of him dancing in anger, waving her arms randomly, and roaring at him with a brazenness that no one had dared before, amazed at her boldness and fierceness.

This girl does not care for his position; he is the king for the sake of heaven, a king whose fiercest guards do not dare to raise their eyes with him, so how is the tone of his voice?

He furrowed his eyebrows, shocked at himself, as he did not feel an ounce of anger from her and her behavior but rather found the matter exciting.

Abs realizes that this little seductress got him without any effort....

He shook his head, grasping her waist, lifting her to the table.

"What are you doing?" She grumbled, not realizing his intention. She saw him slowly approaching her, waiting for her acceptance. She saw herself with his eyeballs and features that had completely changed from angry to lover. Her heart rose from his bed, realizing what was important to do. Her lips parted, holding her breath, yearning for his connection, yearning for him with all his being, feeling the warmth that overwhelmed her for a moment. He wrapped her little body in his arms; his burning lips contained hers, giving her her first kiss ever.

Its scent permeated his senses, causing him to have an unbridled desire for food. His throat dried up, and his veins lit up with a desire to taste the taste of her blood.

She did not allow him to go away, holding on to him, laying her head on his chest with a long sigh, listening to his rumbling heartbeat, surprised by its speed and strength. She sighed sadly, unable to stop her mind from thinking about what she would become after her transformation. To face the next Bfadath.

She raised her head and looked at him with drooping eyelids touching his split eyebrows, contemplating his eyeballs, which were like two rare gems.

"Has Damian been hurt by what happened in the garden?"

His body stiffened under her grip; he moved his head away from the range of her fingertips, regained his stability and position, took her off the table, and gently pushed her out of the bathroom, adding, "Enough fun; get out now. I have to wash."

He closed the door behind her, throwing the weight of his head on him. Things are developing between them at the speed of a train moving towards its destination without brakes, and the situation around him is getting worse, and he still has not found a way to deal with it. How should he act?

Woe to his flock responsible for him, woe to his brother, and woe to the siren, and now she is!

Kaiden woke up from his nap to the sound of a hum coming from Celine's side.

Still suffering from his reckless tantrum,

He was cruel to her, failing when he put her against the Siran creature without first warning her, ignoring the fact that until the previous few months she was still living among humans as one of them and had no idea of ​​this world of theirs and its horrors.

He approached her, trying to wake her up, and she rose terrified, resisting him with screaming fierceness, filling her throat.

She buried her face in his chest, begging him amid her interrupted gasps, "You have to kill me. Promise to kill me before they take me. Please don't let them take me. I don't want to become their queen. I'd rather die than be one of them."

He embraced her trembling body in his arms, reproaching himself!!! How did his heart allow him to put her in that room with the devil himself??

He lost his mind when she said that she would rather be with them than be with him, and he only realized when he put her in front of him without thinking about the consequences of that terrible step.

He hugged her gently, fearing he might inadvertently hurt her. He hummed to her an old song that his mother used to sing to him before bed. It was only moments before she was in his arms; she stopped crying, muttering amid her dry sighs:

"You have a sweet voice... I can feel it in the depths of my soul."

Tight from his embrace to her body, he sighed deeply, recalling memories as old as history. "It is a secret between us. If you disclosed it, I killed you." He said with a smile, trying to calm the atmosphere.

She slipped into him more, as if there was room for her inside his ribs, perhaps protecting her from the expected coming. She buried her face under his arm, muttering in a quavering voice.

"I hope I don't have to; I'm sure I'll find a way to tame you," he answered with a long, anxious sigh.

She smiled amid her burning tears, taking his answer with humor, and raised her face to him, looking at him with swollen red eyes. "She talks as if I (Mustang) am a wild horse that cannot be tamed."

He stared at her sadly, thinking of her successors who left behind nothing but mass destruction, commenting, "Believe me, it will be more difficult than training a wild mare, because I honestly do not know the nature of what I will deal with you."

His words only increased her panic, so she reburied her face under his arm, muttering with sad disappointment, "I will become ugly and reprehensible; you will want to kill me just by looking at my appearance."

"You will not become ugly, and I will not kill you. For sure there are other solutions, and here I am reading my volumes and looking for volumes in other places; perhaps they will help me to help you. I will not lose hope easily, and you will also fight for you and me," he told her, trying to extend himself with hope, thinking that there must be a solution to it that saves them from it and saves it from itself as well.

She listened to him swimming in the folds of his tenderness and tenderness, surprised by his kindness, as it was the first time he took her in his arms and comforted her with her upcoming calamity, feeling hope creep into her again. At least he will help her and not intend to fight her; perhaps he will find a solution for her to get past that stage without turning into that disgusting and heinous creature.

She closed her eyes, embracing him with possession, immersed in a fragile cloud of tranquility, and it was only moments until she fell into a deep sleep, leaving him with insomnia, thinking about how to help her and save her from herself.

What is the wisdom of all this?

She woke up from her nap to the sound of a strong crash coming from somewhere in the wing, raised her head from her pillow, checking the situation around her, and found Kayden on the opposite side of the room, leaning against the wall next to him, whispering like he was in excruciating pain, so I rushed to him and asked him anxiously.

"Are you well? What is hurting you?"

But she soon reached him until Larissa surprised them by entering after she knocked on the door very lightly, barely arousing the attention of Selene, who stared at her questioningly, not understanding the reason for her sudden presence. She saw her standing opposite them with her head bowed, her eyes closed to them whispering.

"Lord, you need me; please let me serve you...."