Crimson Desires: The Alpha’s Forbidden Blood

The Weight of Accusations

Seraphine’s POV

Uncertainty gripped me as I contemplated the enigmatic effects of the blood flowing through his veins—the very blood he had willingly consumed. Was it out of concern for me or driven by loyalty to the humans? Astonishingly, he made no effort to forcefully separate me from his side. This left me wondering if his heightened werewolf senses had been altered by the crimson elixir.

Summoning all my determination, I mustered every ounce of strength to push myself away from him, crashing into the unyielding solidity of the washroom door. My heart raced as I realized the impulsive act could potentially unleash a relentless horde of vengeful werewolves, united by their primal instinct to protect their revered alpha’s blood.

With gritted teeth and strained emotions, I managed to utter the question that weighed heavily on me: “Why would you willingly subject yourself to such a perilous deed?” My voice barely rose above a whisper. Deep within, a primal urge tempted me to sink my fangs into his tender flesh, to revel in the intoxicating warmth of his blood merging with my own. Yet, amidst this inner turmoil, I fiercely fought for control, desperate to suppress the overwhelming desire that threatened to disrupt my fragile balance.

He stood before me, lips tightly sealed, and an eerie silence enveloped us. The air whispered with stillness. His gaze bore into me with an intensity that seemed to penetrate my very soul, as if he possessed an otherworldly power to see beyond my vampire facade and perceive the humanity hidden within. I had relocated halfway across the world to start anew, to escape prying eyes and keep my half-human nature a secret. I believed Lucian saw me as a pure-blooded creature of the night.

Yet, the way he observed me ignited an unexpected vulnerability. It gnawed at my core, a discomfort I detested with every fiber of my being. I despised the fragility that washed over me in his presence. I had known vulnerability before, intimately familiar with the bitter taste of being trampled upon and treated as discarded refuse. But there was something about Lucian’s gaze that resurrected those past wounds, intensifying my unease. It was as if he possessed an innate ability to see through the armor I wore, dismantling the walls I had painstakingly constructed to protect my vulnerable heart. Under his scrutiny, I felt exposed, questioning everything I had believed about myself.

Resentment surged within me, fueled by memories of those who had belittled me in the past. I was determined not to surrender to the vulnerability that loomed, ready to swallow me once more. I longed to stand firm, to be seen as a peer, not a lesser being. With every ounce of my essence, I was resolute in showcasing my value in a world that persistently aimed to belittle me.

The air grew heavy with unspoken words, burdened by a suffocating silence. Taking cautious steps, I closed the distance between us, my heart pounding in my chest. “Lucian,” I implored, my voice trembling, “why did you choose to consume the blood?” Deep within, I sensed an unspoken desire for a different answer, one that would ease the turmoil within my soul.

Lucian exhaled slowly, his gaze meeting mine, brimming with a sea of questions. A maelstrom of conflicting emotions swirled in his eyes—a tempest of anger and frustration. “I drank that blood to protect the human boy,” he responded, bitterness lacing his voice.

His head shook with disbelief, his eyes now smoldering with blazing fury. “And what brings a vampire like you to this place? Since your arrival, chaos and trouble have followed in your wake. Foul creatures such as yourself have no place in my town or within my domain. Who knows what could have befallen Jeff if he had consumed that blood? Could you have prevented it? No. Creatures of the night like yourself revel in such occurrences for your twisted satisfaction.”

The weight of his accusations bore down on me, each word piercing my core. I could feel the raw pain in his voice, the searing anger emanating from his being. I stood there, stunned by his outburst, the accusations hanging heavily in the air. Lucian’s words struck a nerve, igniting a mix of defensiveness and guilt within me. How could he lump all vampires together and assume the worst of my intentions?

“I understand your anger, Lucian,” I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “But not all vampires revel in chaos and harm. I came to this town seeking solace, a chance to find a different path. I never intended for harm to befall Jeff or anyone else.”

My words lingered in the air, the silence stretching between us once more. Lucian’s gaze bore into mine, his expression guarded. Skepticism curled his lips into a sneer, his distrust evident in every line etched upon his face. “Words are cheap, vampire. Promises, even cheaper,” he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain. “I’ve witnessed the darkness that resides within your kind. The atrocities committed, the innocent lives lost. You cannot expect me to believe that you are any different.”

A thought crept into my mind, wondering if Lucian had personal experiences with vampires that made him so guarded. But despite that thought, his accusations struck a nerve, awakening memories of my own dark past. The faces of those I had harmed, the lives I had extinguished, flashed before my eyes. Regret and remorse mingled within me, a heavy burden I carried every day. However, I had made a choice to change, to resist the primal urges that once consumed me. It was a path I walked with every fiber of my being, desperate to prove that redemption was possible, even for a creature as eternally damned as myself.

“You’re right,” I admitted, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. “I cannot undo the mistakes of my past, nor can I erase the darkness that resides within me. But I am trying, Lucian. I fight against the monstrous nature that threatens to consume me. And here, in this moment, I stand before you, exposing my vulnerabilities, hoping that you can see the flicker of humanity that still remains.”

Lucian’s narrowed eyes held an unyielding intensity. “And why should I believe you?” he challenged.

Yet, as I found myself engaged in this peculiar conversation with Lucian, a question echoed in my mind: Why was I here, earnestly attempting to reshape his perception of me? It was unlike me to prolong such conversations, often opting to withdraw and leave things unresolved. Yet, an unexplainable force compelled me to stay, urging me to listen intently to his words.

Despite the lingering doubt that gnawed at me, I couldn’t deny the curiosity that pulled at my being, urging me to unravel the enigma that was Lucian. There was something about him, something that intrigued me beyond reason. Perhaps it was his unwavering dedication to his pack, his fierce loyalty that mirrored the very essence of my own nature. Or maybe it was the undeniable connection we shared, a bond forged by the calling of his blood to mine.

The weight of my past bore down on me, casting doubt on the believability of my words. If I were in Lucian’s shoes, I wouldn’t trust myself either, given the atrocities I had witnessed my father commit. He was a true monster, the embodiment of evil’s darkest depths. If anyone had witnessed the despicable acts he perpetrated, they would unquestionably believe that all vampires were cut from the same malevolent cloth. Yet, against all reason, I longed for Lucian to see me differently.

But now, I realized the futility of that desire. From the very first day we met, I succumbed to my vampire instincts, using my supernatural speed to catch a hint of his enticing blood and revel in its intoxicating aroma. That night, I trespassed into his territory, only to be apprehended by him. The events that followed between Jeff, myself, and my insatiable urges were beyond my control, driven by a sinister craving to taste Lucian’s life essence.

Still standing in the bathroom, I mustered the strength to face the impending challenge. I whispered my warning, my voice barely audible, as I gathered myself before swiftly leaving the sanctuary of the tiled room. “You shouldn’t,” I murmured, a feeble plea to my own wavering resolve.

Taking a deep breath, I ventured back into the classroom, acutely aware of the countless pairs of eyes fixated upon me. Their collective scrutiny bore into my soul, threatening to unearth the secrets I desperately sought to conceal. Despite the weight of their gaze, I pushed forward, guided by a flicker of hope that I would be spared any further encounters with Lucian throughout the day. Silent prayers echoed within me, imploring the universe to shield me from the tantalizing allure of his sweet-scented blood. Alas, such wishes seemed futile, as the inevitability of our paths crossing once again loomed ominously in the air.

It appeared that luck had abandoned me, leaving me vulnerable to the intensifying allure of his scent. Its potency grew with each passing moment, ensnaring my senses in its seductive grasp. Before I could fully grasp the swiftness of the unfolding events, he materialized before the class, introducing himself as our new substitute teacher. Illness had befallen our regular science teacher, leaving him absent for a fortnight. Thus, Lucian would fill the void, assuming the role of both our science and math instructor—an unsettling prospect for me, given the depths of my inner turmoil.