The more days that passed brought Drakken nothing but strife and agitation. He'd been watching Eleanor and his brother gallivant around the palace like lovebirds and he couldn't do anything about it. Drakken was mad at himself. Even his wolf had retreated and remained dormant.He watched Benjamin escort Eleanor to the palace after work through his study window every other night. She always looked happy talking to him and laughed often, more than she had ever done with Drakken. It never failed to make his stomach churn with jealousy.He'd made a fool of himself. Fighting his brother over Eleanor would make him look even more stupid. She was clearly mad at him, and getting closer to Benjamin was a bigger torment than ignoring him. But Eleanor did both.He had recently visited Emma as an excuse to go to the clinic, hoping to run into Eleanor there. Again, Benjamin was there with her. He was always there, tutoring her about flower potions and what they cured. Apparently, there was an exam
Eleanor got ready for another tutoring session with Benjamin that evening and hurriedly rushed out of her room. She was running late. He'd kept his promises when he offered to teach her all he knew about medicines, going out of his way to see to it that she understood everything he taught.She couldn't thank him enough for his kindness. Eleanor was finally making an increasing amount of progress with Emma's flower healing methods. She had not put what she'd learned to practice yet and that was to be the main focus for the day.It was what she looked forward to since she began taking lessons from Benjamin. To put her abilities to the test.Eleanor had almost gotten to the clinic where she kept Benjamin waiting when she heard a familiar voice call out to her. Halting in her tracks, she spun around and saw Gregory sprinting toward her.His face which was filled with worry created concerns for Eleanor. Gregory wasn't his usual merry self.He took a minute to catch his breath after running
Drakken stirred awake the next morning to the bright sunlight peeking out behind his curtains. He felt something wet on his forehead and picked it up, tossing away the wet towel.His head was light and dizzy when he tried to move and look around, so Drakken let it drop back to the pillow. It all started as a common hangover at first before it escalated into something out of his control.Drakken had spent too many nights drinking to avoid his problems and it backfired.It was after he regained full consciousness of himself and the surroundings that Drakken heard light snores coming very close to him. His eyes trailed down to his body, shocked to see Eleanor lying across his chest so comfortably in a deep sleep.Her lips were ajar as snores continued to escape from them, her eyebrows slightly drawn together. Drakken found her stunning even in that state and couldn't quite take his eyes off her.Days ago, he would've done anything to have Eleanor this close to him, now she was there on a
Eleanor resumed work at the clinic in a much better mood, smiling to herself all through the time. Hanging out with Benjamin over the past few days did nothing to fill the void in her chest even if he had been great to her.It just did not feel the same without Drakken. He had asked her to return tonight. Eleanor could hardly wait until work was over so she could be with him again. She missed him greatly. She kept glancing at the time in the middle of work, counting the hours whenwe would go back to the house to meet with him as he had promises. Time seemed to be moving too slowly.She was supposed to be in control, especially after that kiss she caught him having the vampire princess. She can't comprehend why she can't stick to all her resolutions when it came to the furry man called Drakken. Especially after seeing himself sick like that last night. So vulnerable than she has ever seen him. She was still anticipating the day to come to an end, when in the middle of her shift, one
The incident back at the hospital ward replayed in Eleanor's head at every point of the day. It still left her disturbed despite Emma's reassurance. She was very wary of everyone. Most especially Gwendolyn or anyone who could be a vampire.It was all in her head. She hasn't felt this threatened by the other creature up until that day. So, you could understand her fears. She understood now why Drakken kept her a secret. The supernatural beings were just as they envisioned them in the human world. Wild and cannibalistic. Killing was nothing to them. It was in their nature to hunt, kill and destroyed whatever they felt threatened by. It wasn't their nature to reason or be logical when they felt something to someone a hindrance or an impediment. Eleanor stopped by the gardens to get more flowers. She had not come across Benjamin yet to explain the reason for her disappearance last night. What would he say if he found out she ditched her tutorial for Drakken? He would criticize her and
Sometime in the middle of the night, Eleanor woke up to feel Drakken's hand on her breast, caressing her. Caught in that dreamy place between being asleep and awake. She gave herself to him, enjoying his lovemaking as much. And when both were tired from their passion, he pulled her into his arms and she slept, her head pillowed on his hard, broad chest. Eleanor was disappointed in the morning when she awoke and found Drakken gone. A slight sting in her neck came and went but she did not want to pay it much attention. It reminded her of their shared passion last night. She smiled. Meanwhile, Drakken felt like his former self again after last night with Eleanor. But there was just one problem. He had lost his control and went to mark her. He did not mean to mark her. Drakken had been so caught in the moment that he acted on impulse and made a terrible mistake. Which was why he called George and Duncan into his study that morning to talk to them about it. Maybe they would know what t
Eleanor could not help but notice Benjamin acting strange during the practice. He hardly even tried to make conversation like he always did, hardly responding to her too whenever she tried to talk to him.Was he mad at her? But why?She tried to retrace what she did wrong to result in him acting that way towards her but Eleanor could not find out what it was. Strange as it sounded, she was beginning to like their friendship and his company. He had been there for her since day one with utmost persistence.She decided to quench her curiosity and approached him. “Hey." Benjamin twisted to her upon hearing her voice beside him. "Is everything okay? You have been acting weird.""It is nothing." But everything in his features said otherwise, from the frown lines on his forehead to the glances he threw at her neck area from time to time.She had caught him before focused on it one too many times but did not care to ask. Why could he not speak up if there was a problem?Perhaps, it's the hic
Emma still was not at the lab when Eleanor returned to pick up her potion. She needed it to help the Queen and had planned to ask Emma for an extension on the assignment to make another one.When Eleanor waited for a few minutes for Emma to arrive and she did not, she took out her potion and headed back to the Queen's room.She gently nudged the door and strode into the big room.Bettie dropped the book she had held over her face. "I did not expect you to be back so early.""Yes, I know. But I could not stop thinking about your illness," Eleanor admitted, looking down at the bottle in her hands. "I have been working on something at the clinic that might help.""Really? What is that?""A Hibiscus potion. It is not a remedy. It would only reduce any discomfort you feel." Eleanor braced her up on the bed and screwed open the bottle. "You only need to take a little. Then you would be fine."It smelled a lot different than the potions Bettie was used to. A harsher kind of aroma pricked at