CHAPTER 11

Isabella had pushed him beyond his limits and there was no escape for her. He drank from her neck, the rush of blood into his mouth made him feel lightheaded. Her blood was intoxicating, it had been a while since he fed from a live host. Her screams fuelled his desire to feed more. She tasted divine...

The doors flung open and he could make out the scent of Kieran and Gwen. Kieran tackled him from behind, he tried to pull him off but Gwen joined him and he could feel himself lose the battle.

Other guards rushed to restrain him, after so many scuffles they were able to disentangle him from Isabella. Kieran quickly moved and placed his tongue on her neck to stop the bleeding. Alessandro let out a ferocious growl, at that point, he couldn’t tell if he was angry for being taken away from his feed or the fact that Kieran had his tongue on her.

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Alessandro lay on his bed as he fought to rein his feral side. Isabella had touched his weak spot something she should have never done. Luckily for her, the guard assigned to her Sam had heard their heated argument from outside and had rushed to call for help.

He could just kill her and not have to deal with her, but he could not bring himself to, he wanted her around and he couldn’t figure out why. Drinking her blood had provoked emotions that were novel to him. She reminded him...

“A penny for your thoughts?”, Gwendoline emerged from the bathroom. She had showered and she had a white towel around her, they were droplets of water on her face and the exposed parts of her body.

Alessandro smiled when the scent of her arousal wafted through his nose on his careful examination of her barely clad body, “I will rather know what you’re thinking, Gwendoline?”.

She smiled and let the towel drop to the floor. He let out a low growl as he took in every inch of her voluptuous curves, she was indeed a sight to behold. He reached for her and quickly captured her lips in an electrifying kiss, only this time the tingles he felt were nothing compared to Isabella’s blood flowing down his throat.

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Kieran sat in the meeting room alongside the frail king, Alessandro and members of the Isles council. The king was getting worse than he was when he had seen him last. The room was dimly lit with candles but that was not a problem as vampires had a very sharp eyesight.

However, King Malcolm preferred to live in the dark. The walls of the very high room were painted deep red and the curtains draped on the tall windows were gold including everything else in the room.

They were 5 council members all seated around the finely carved golden oak table, adorned with golden ornaments. King Malcolm sat at the head of the table, Alessandro on the right side, and Kieran on the other side.

Kieran turned towards Alessandro who had cleared his throat to gain the attention of everyone, “My father the king is not faring well, so this would not be one of our long...”

“Don’t make excuses for me Alessandro, Go ahead", the king replied interrupting Alessandro.

“It is not news that Prince Louis of East Angles has vanished from the face of the earth. There’s no news about his whereabouts. We have searched the borders and beyond, he seems to have slipped out of our fingers so easily", Alessandro’s eyes darted across the room, “We are very sure that he is very much alive”, he glanced at Kieran nodding slightly.

Kieran picked up from where he had left, “Alessandro and I have come up with a theory", He leaned further into the table, “He is plotting a revolution"

“Why would you think that?”, one of the council members asked.

“It is obvious”, Kieran replied, “His father is dead, killed by vampires. He is going to take up the reins and lead a revolution just like his father once did"

“If this is the case, then we are dealing with a much bigger problem”

Kieran looked at the council member who had spoken, “Of course, Logan, history has it many centuries ago when there was a human revolution, the supernaturals suffered a great deal. It was a very fatal outcome"

“I and the other original vampire Kings barely got out alive, our kingdoms were left in ruins. We had to build vampire nations from scratch", Malcolm said in a grave tone.

“We cannot have a repeat of this”, Alessandro added.

“What should be done?” another council member asked.

“Prince Alessandro and I have done virtually everything we could but it appears they are very much prepared this time and they have enlisted the help of someone who practices the dark arts, hence the ability to conceal their scent", Kieran replied, he leaned back into the chair, “We are inviting other bloodline vampire kings and we are going to address this issue like a threat to our very existence because that is what it is”.

“We do not want to be the boy who cried wolf, we should tread carefully”, the first council member who had spoken suggested, “We cannot seek their presence based on mere speculation”

“I do not want to endanger the lives of people in my Kingdom”, Alessandro replied authoritatively, “Father you can retire to your chambers. Kieran, follow me, everyone else make preparations to receive the vampire kings. This meeting is dismissed"

Kieran followed Alessandro out of the meeting, “Kieran where’s the girl?”

Kieran looked at his friend in shock, “Really we come out from a meeting as vital as this, a meeting concerning our security as a race and this is what you ask me first?”

Alessandro ignored him, “She didn’t sleep in the chambers last night, so where did she sleep?”

“You know for someone who claims to hate her guts so much and tries to drain her of blood, you really care for her". Kieran replied.

Alessandro grunted, “Kieran watch it...”

“She’s at Marie’s stop acting all...”

Alessandro walked away, he was almost out of earshot when he rushed back, “Kieran you’re to specifically send word to the Kings, they are to be aware of the urgency of the matter"

“Wow, Alessandro, your priorities are just set right aren’t they?”, Kieran asked sarcastically.

“See you later", Alessandro waved him off.