Tangled With A Vampire

5

Moana

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I had no idea why I said these things to him. Maybe because I wanted to show him that if not for him, I could pick another man to satisfy my needs as well.

I tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge. The older the vampire, the stronger they become.

Fucking old man!

"Get off me!" I hissed, trying my best to push him away.

"Really? I thought you wanted me to climb on you." He muttered, looking straight into my eyes.

"Just because I want to do that doesn’t mean that will even happen. Aren’t you an obedient friend of Theodore?" I taunted him. "Tell me one thing: do you do everything to please him? After all, he is stronger than you."

"Aww... you’re such a good..."

I couldn’t complete the sentence when I felt him choke on my neck. The vampire near him could kill me, but I wasn’t scared of him; instead, his cold touch was like ice on my fire. No matter how much I hated him for being a vampire, I wanted him at the same time.

‘Just one night and then... then I might get over him.' I thought. I wanted to ask him why he didn’t feel this tension between us from day one.

"We both know that I’m not anywhere near a good guy," he said coldly, removing his hand from my neck.

Fuck! Even his cold voice sent a shiver down my spine. I started missing his cold hand around my neck.

"Prove it then," I said quietly, and my heart thudded when his hand traveled down my left thigh.

"You will hate me what will happen next." He warned me. I scoffed at his warning. I knew what I was doing, and I could take responsibility for that.

"Try me," I said in a challenging tone. Why would I hate him when I was the one who was asking him to please me?

If he was thinking that I would hate him for f*****g me hard then I wasn’t a doll made of glass. My breath hitched when he caressed my bottom lips with his finger.

I had lived my whole life as a rogue, so wearing a lot of clothes wasn’t my thing. That was why I had the habit of wearing just a loose t-shirt or shirt reaching near my thigh in summer while wearing animal skin in winter if required because werewolves’ bodies were already warm as if we were running a fever as per humans.

I moaned softly, spreading my legs a little for him, and waited for him to slip his fingers inside my pussycat, which was throbbing hard.

But it looked like he was going to take forever to do that.

"Can you hurry up, old man?" I asked with a growl, getting irritated. He was teasing me, and it was working.

You're the impatient one."

Could he blame me? He was taking everything slow last time when Theodore and Liara arrived out of nowhere. I didn’t want history to repeat itself.

"I was so wrong about you." He muttered, leaning close to me. I smelled blood from his mouth. It looked like he had already had breakfast. "I was wrong when I said that you were worth more than a one-night stand." He added, moving away from me and getting off the bed.

I couldn’t react for a few seconds because of his words. It was like a tight slap on my face without slapping me.

"Once a slut, always a slut." He said it venomously. He knew that I was a virgin, yet he remarked on me by calling me a 'slut'. I masked the pain that his words had given me. I was stronger than this.

"Says who? A manwhore?" I taunted, standing up on my feet. "I never told you that I’m worth more than a one-night stand. It’s your mistake that you assumed stupid things about me." I said it nonchalantly. "And it’s my life; I can go and throw myself at anyone I want; you don’t have to ruin that. And not to forget, you don’t get any right to call me by name when you’re worse than me." I growled, walking towards the door. I was about to open the door when I paused and walked toward him, who was watching my every move.

I didn’t give a damn about that part because I was fuming in anger because of that leech.

"What now?" He asked coldly.

"I forgot to give you... With that, I punched straight at his nose with all my power. I smirked in satisfaction when he started bleeding. "This," I said, recalling all the scolding that I got from Dad. "Dare you to involve my dad in my thing?" I growled at him.

I was waiting for him to hit me back, but he didn’t.

I was now ready to leave, but again I halted and punched him again in the jaw, recalling the insult that he just made. I heard a cracking sound. It looked like I had definitely broken something. Blood started oozing from his nose and mouth, but he didn’t hit me back.

"Won't you ask me why did you punch me the second time?" I asked coldly.

"No. Now that you’re done, you can leave." He said with an unreadable expression as if he knew the answer to that question.

I punched him again. This time, I'm playing with my feelings. He shouldn’t have come near me for the idea of one nightstand in the first place.

After my anger calmed down a little, I didn’t like him bleeding. I was scared that I might start dressing his injuries if I stayed a second longer, so this time I really walked out of the room.

'Well, he was right about hating part.' I thought bitterly.

I knew people around me could smell him from me, and these words might reach my dad’s ears. I could already imagine him scolding me again. I looked around; everyone had already been on the ground for the training.

‘What were you doing at Liara’s home?' Dad asked through the mind link when his eyes landed on me.

Okay. I wasn’t expecting that question from him. Didn’t he smell Alaric’s scent from me?

‘Is that a problem?' I questioned before continuing, ‘I was at my sister’s place, and she gave me full authority to use anything from her home even in her absence.' I added rudely.

Well, that part was true.

Except for Liara’s bedroom, her pup’s room, and Theodore’s office, her home was open for Mom, Dad, me, and that leech, just in case any of us needed something.

Dad didn’t reply to me and chose Chris for sparring.

I knew that he was going to pour my anger, as well as what happened last night, at him.

Poor Chris.

I could bet that Dad would break a couple of his bones for even kissing me. I saw Mom walking out of her room. Ignoring her, I was about to enter my room when she spoke.

"Mo, stop."

'Did she sense Alaric’s scent?' I wondered.

"Don’t mind your father’s word, Mo." She spoke softly, caressing my face. "Just like any other father, he wants the best for you, if not better." She added.

Immediately, I realized why the hell no one could smell his scent coming out of me. He had cloaked his scent or mine. I had no idea how his power exactly worked.

"I know, Mom," I said. "I won’t be joining others at training today," I added, and I walked inside my room, slamming it loudly. I was furious again.

Why the hell did he do that?

What did he want to show that he saved me from tonnes of questions that my parents might ask?

I headed towards the washroom, stripping my dress. I turned on the shower and let the cold water calm down my anger. Tears rolled out of my eyes for Moon Goddess, maybe because I was really angry or maybe because Alaric’s insulting words were affecting me.

"I shouldn’t be crying. His words meant nothing to me. He meant nothing to me." I kept telling her that. I didn’t remember how long I stayed in the shower until Dad told me to come into his room.

Turning off the knob of the shower, I dried myself and grabbed a shirtdress from my closet.

Bras and pants weren’t my things. In fact, no one of the rogue females wore that, and this was normal for us.

It didn’t mean that I didn’t have a collection of bras or pants. All thanks to my sister Liara, who had stayed with humans and among pack werewolves, so she taught me to maintain ourselves according to the place and environment, so whenever I went out of the council, I used to wear them.

"You called me?" I asked Dad more, as stated, knocking on the door of his room and opening it at the same time.

"Talk to her," Dad said, looking at Mom. Because we barely get along. I looked at Mom, raising my brow.

"Mo, come here. Sit with me." Mom said it sweetly. I knew that she was going to say something, and because of this, I would throw a fit. I did what she said and waited for her to finish, "You know, you were very beautiful at Liara’s wedding."

I rolled my eyes after hearing the same line for the hundredth time now. Wasn’t that obvious to hear if, out of nowhere, a cavegirl started looking like a model with a beautiful dress, makeup, and accessories?

"And you won’t believe it that within 36 hours, we have got 18 proposals for you. Out of eighteen, fifteen are Alphas, and they wanted to choose you as their chosen mate."

"Yeah, right." I scoffed. "Don’t tell me, Mom, that we don’t know why we are getting proposals. Either because they find me beautiful or because they wanted to be in the good books of Liara, who is the Moon Goddess for now,"

"And if we talk about the future, then Griffin is going to be the future werewolf king, and by choosing me, anyone just wants Griffin's aunt in his pocket." I pointed it out.

"I doubt that all of them will have the same mentality. And you won’t know until you give them a chance." Mom looked at the positive side. "We want to see you settled and happy. Is it too much to ask, Mo?" She asked, playing her emotional card.

I looked at Dad, who was ready to argue with me if I said no.

"Do you know the best part? Even Andrew is on the list of those fifteen Alphas."

Hearing Andrew’s name, my heartbeat increased. He was my fated mate before he rejected me. Now, he wanted me.

Why? Did he want to redeem his mistake or because of some hidden purpose?

I looked at the faces of my parents, who were looking at me with a lot of hope. They were asking me, not forcing me, right?

I had no reason to say no, but by saying yes, I could move on and start everything anew. I had no idea what tomorrow had to hold for me, but I wouldn’t be able to find out if I was stuck in one place.

"Okay!!" I said it calmly.

"I knew it," Dad growled. "I knew that she wouldn’t agree." He said that, looking at Mom. "Wait!! What did you say?"

"She agreed, Am," Mom said with a wide smile.

The little doubt that I had in my mind about whether I was doing this right or not was removed from my mind when I saw my parents smiling happily, and that too because of me.

I was doing this for their happiness, unlike the stunt that I played last night to make Alaric jealous.

‘You're worth more than one night's stand.' Alaric’s words rang in my ear.

Maybe he was right.

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#TBC

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