Cursed Bond: Claimed By The Monstrous Alpha Prince [BL] Chapter 61: Tense convos

Sloan

I knew my father was gonna demand to see tonight. After all, he must have heard of what I did to Zade today. Which is why I’m heading over to his wing right now, after seeing lilac off.

I was still feeling like the entire thing that went down between the two of us back in my room today didn’t happen, but the constant aching in my fangs was enough proof that everything did happen.

I got a taste of his blood today.

And I want more... so much more.

After tasting his blood, I got to understand why enigmas have what’s called blood lust, and why they love to drink blood while fuvking ay the sa ti. I only got a little taste, but it felt like I went straight to the clouds. Everything around felt even sharper than it used to be, and my fangs were aching because all I wanted to do was to bite his pretty throat and drink to my satisfaction after that little taste.

But of course, I didn’t do that, not when he’s so clearly traumatized. I was still surprised that I managed to stop the bleeding from the bite Zade gave him. Usually, only the one who bites soone can be able to heal said bite. I had only tried to do that because the sight of the blood trickling down his body had been so distracting, but alas, a swipe of my tongue over the bite had healed the wound at once.

I let out a small exhale as I stepped into my father’s wing. I detest coming here with everything in and this is the last place I want to be at. I’d rather be back in my room, where lilac’s scents must have filled every corner, but instead, I was here right now.

My mind went back to vlsd, and my hand flexed at my side with the urge to strangle him again, and this ti, I won’t let go till his stupid ass stops breathing. I knew he still didn’t tell what I wanted to know, and I also knew that lilac hadn’t been honest with when he nodded. I have an inkling of what went down between him and Vlad, but I want to outrightly hear it so I can know how to punish Vlad.

I want lilac to trust , to be able to tell anything without holding back. I liked him, which isn’t surprising anymore because the thought of him makes fight off a fond grin. Everything about him is just so cute and adorable, and I sotis get the urge to keep him in my pocket and protect him from the world.

I doubt if he had any idea the kind of danger presently lurking around this palace. After all, he’s just a human, and he can’t feel magic, so he’d be able to walk right into a magical trap and he won’t be able to tell till it’s too late.

Everyone here in the palace wants dead, I was aware of that. And now that everybody definitely knows that i like lilac to an extent, they’d definitely try to hurt him. My father is at the very top of that food chain in that aspect, which is why I’m already making plans to take him along with when returning back to school, because should I leave him infected here, he’d definitely get killed before I return.

And I was certain that I wouldn’t even be able to leave him unguarded here. I was way too possessive of him at this point to do that.

My father was in his personal sitting room when I arrived there, and he looked so furious. If he had the power, he’d killl off at this very mont. He was fuming so much as he paced around, but I leisurely walked in and stood by the door. I plan to get this over with as fast as possible and be on my way at once.

"Why did you hurt Zade??? Didn’t we talk about this?!" He thundered and I rolled my eyes, already feeling extrely irritated.

"Talk about what?!"

"About you fighting your three cousins! I ordered you to never lay a single finger on them no matter what! Why did you hurt Zade to the point of him getting hospitalized??" He continued, his voice rising higher and higher with each passing question.

"And over a slave for that matter? A freaking slave? A lowlife, wretched slave?"

My mouth thinned and sothing rumbled in my chest with displeasure.

"Stop calling him that." I let out in a low voice.

My father stopped pacing around to give a bewildered look. "Are you serious right now?! You’re seriously defending him?!!" He scread at this point while I let out another scoff.

"Yes. Stop speaking about him like that. He’s not a low life, he’s definitely way better than you, despite you being a king." I inford him and he spluttered as he gaped at .

He struggled to get a word out for about a minute, right before my grandfather walked in and clapped my father over the back, then asking him to relax and to take in a deep breath.

"Did you hear what he just said, father? He said that a low life slave is better than I am. How dare he? I’m gonna have that slave killed today!" My father thundered this ti and for a mont, all I could see within was bright red.

I pushed away from the wall, then I urged myself to calm down and get a control of the turmoil brewing around within .

"You’ll do no such thing." I told him once I was a few feet away from him. He was breathing hard and thrashing around but his father was holding him back from approaching , like he’d even be able to do a thing if he cos close to .

He leveled with a flat look. "Try , Sloan."