Chapter One hundred and fifty one

LORD ALARIC’s POV….

“Get away!” I yelled as I grabbed the closest guard, sinking my fangs into his skin as he screamed in pain. His blood was dripping but the rest couldn’t come any closer because of how scared they were.

I stared at him, my eyes, red as usual.

“Lord Alaric, please.” He pleaded as I flung him across the room, causing him to crash into a pillar, screaming in pain as I turned to the others.

Everyone was moving back, but what use was it? They were the unlucky ones to be here when this happened. They were the unlucky people who could possibly die as I had lost it.

I was hungry for blood, for the blood of even my own. I wanted blood. The beast in me had been unleashed. The beast I had never been able to control was out again and I needed enough blood to be able to soothe him.

I growled as I grabbed two guards, squashing both their heads against each others, sending them to the ground as they both writhed in pain.

I turned to the side and seeing the vase that lay on the tab