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Bab 26: You're betraying your own father

Leticia quickly moved away, her cheeks flushing. "No way," she said, trying to sound firm despite her trembling voice.

Devon smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Why not? We've already done it before anyway," he teased, his voice low and husky.

Leticia covered her face, her embarrassment evident. "Don't remind me," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

A frown descended on Devon's handsome face, his expression turning serious. "Why? Didn't you like it?" he asked, his voice probing.

Leticia shook her head, unwilling to answer that. Devon called out, "Leticia! Leticia!" but she still didn't answer.

He shifted closer, his eyes burning into hers, and pried her hands off her face. "Tell me," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You liked it, didn't you? You don't have to be shy."

She blushed, her face burning with embarrassment. "You're... I'm not going to answer that," she stammered, trying to pull away.

Devon smirked deviously, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I understand," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "But trust me when I say this: one day, you're going to admit that you like me doing things to you. And you won't skip a beat."

She jerked her hands out of his hold, her eyes flashing with indignation. "Never going to happen," she snapped.

Devon poked her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You must be hungry," he said

She nodded slightly, "Yes. And I have a billion questions too."

Devon stood up, his movements fluid and graceful as always. "Alright. Come on," he said, offering her his hand.

***

Manuel's anger and guilt were palpable as he read the letter filled with desperate pleas from his dear Leticia. He had left her in Devon's hands, thinking he was doing the right thing, but now he realized his mistake.

Manuel's mind raced with thoughts of rescuing Leticia. "I want revenge for Mika but it's wrong to use Leticia. I must fix things." With a determined gaze, Manuel vowed to make things right. He would fight to free Leticia from Devon's clutches, no matter the cost. Her writing echoed in his mind, "I love you so much, Manuel. I wish to be with you, just come... Save me..."

He's actually never thought of Leticia in such way but if that was what she felt, he would gladly accept her. Only a fool would reject her!

"Mya's arrogance will be her downfall," he thought, his jaw clenched in anger. "She underestimates Devon's power, and now Leticia's paying the price." He felt their plan was in fact, twisted.

He'd never guessed why Mya told him to send Leticia to Devon's den just because she wanted to avenge her sister's death. It had nothing to do with Leticia!

Manuel felt there was more to it than it met the eyes but he decided to focus on seeing Leticia first.

***

A wicked laughter echoed through the shadows, the identity of the person hidden behind a veil. "Did you send the letter, exactly as I instructed?"

The accomplice nodded, a sly grin spreading across their face. "Of course, I included all the information you requested. And, as an added bonus, I've managed to breach the barrier. Now, it's just a matter of Manuel attempting to rescue Leticia and ultimately meeting his demise."

The veiled figure's skepticism lingered, their voice laced with doubt. "How can I trust you won't betray me, just as you're betraying your own father?"

The accomplice's eyes blazed with a fierce determination. "He ruined my life, and this is my revenge. I'll see him suffer, no matter what. My loyalty is to our shared goal, not to him."

The veiled figure nodded, seemingly satisfied with the response. "Remember, if you dare to betray me, you'll meet a swift and painful end."

"You have my word."

***

Declan waited patiently, his eyes fixed on the door as it swung open. Alisha's radiant smile greeted him, her ocean blue eyes sparkling with warmth. "You're here," she beamed.

"Of course, Princess," Declan replied, his smile mirroring hers as he handed her the bouquet he'd held. She grinned, accepting it with a tiny, "Thanks."

"How has your day been?" he asked as he stepped inside. Her house was elegant and befitting a princess. The design was just as delicate and beautiful as she herself.

Alisha's giggle was music to his ears. "Casual, maybe a bit boring," she admitted, her shoulders rising in a shrug.

"Sad. I should keep you company more often, then." Declan's teasing tone was gentle.

Alisha's laughter bubbled up again, and she playfully rolled her eyes. "Nah, you must be too busy for a jobless princess like me."

Declan's expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto hers. "I'm never too busy for you, Alisha." Her heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in his voice.

Alisha's eyes softened, "Oh..."

Declan nodded, smiling faintly now, "Yeah. What should I cook? I promised to make us something."

Alisha smiled, "Your choice. The kitchen's fully stocked."

Declan nodded, "Got it. Let's go."

***

"How is it? Delicious, right?" Declan smiled as they ate. The dinning table was filled with different dishes and no doubt, they were all delicious.

Alisha replied with a sly, playful smile, "Not bad, but you could do better."

Declan rolled his light red eyes good-naturedly. "Of course, Princess."

They ate in silence for a moment before Declan suddenly asked, "Did your last blind date go well?" He immediately regretted the question, his eyes avoiding hers. He'd just wanted to strike a conversation and that was the only thing he could come up with.

Alisha paused, looking at him as if he had asked a foolish question. "Well, it was good. He was nice and very handsome too - pale and blond, totally my type."

Declan forced a smile, feeling a pang of something strange. "That's nice. Are you two meeting again?" He tried to sound nonchalant, but his irritation seeped through.

Alisha shrugged,"I don't know. I mean, I like him. Should I pursue a relationship with him?" Her voice was laced with playful innocence.

Declan's irritation got the better of him. "And who is he?" he asked gruffly.

Alisha smirked at his reaction, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Prince Edward of Jennova."

Declan's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with disdain. "That slow-witted coward?"

Alisha's smile morphed into a frown, her eyes flashing with disapproval. "That's not nice, Declan,"

Declan's glare intensified, his eyes blazing with frustration. "And you think dating other guys is nice?!" he shot back.

Alisha's eyebrow arched, her expression changing to a mix of annoyance and incredulity. "Who am I supposed to date then? You?" she asked, sarcasm obvious in her voice as she rolled her eyes.

"You make it sound like it's a disease. Can't you date me?" Declan scoffed, placing his spoon on the table.

Alisha's gaze turned icy, her eyes avoiding his as she picked at her food. Declan's annoyance grew, his eyes burning with frustration. "Are you going to ignore that?" he pressed, his voice low and urgent.

"Why should I answer to that? Why should I consider dating you?!" she shot back, her voice rising as she gave him a defiant glare.

Before she could continue, Declan's hands closed around her wrist, pulling her up with a force that left her breathless. "Why can't you?!" he growled, his eyes blazing like infernos.

Alisha's struggles to free herself were futile, her tears welling up as she glared at him. "Let me go, Declan," she pleaded, her voice trembling. She's never seen him so mad. She knew how dangerous it was to be in the same space with him alone yet she didn't care but now, her heart was racing. Something told her he wouldn't hurt her but still.

Declan's grip only tightened, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that left Alisha gasping quietly, "Declan..." As she gazed into his eyes, she saw the realization dawn on him, and he immediately released his grip, stepping back. His burning eyes returned to their normal light red color, and he apologized, "I'm sorry..."

But Alisha was beyond consolation. She took steps away, her voice barely audible as she choked out the words, "Maybe we should just stop this friendship. I... I don't think I want to continue... I'm so sorry, Declan. I... I just can't." He'd almost hurt her. She thought she was overreacting but she couldn't take the chances.

Declan felt like he'd been struck by a rod, his chest heavy with emotion. "Why?" he managed to ask, his voice cracking.

Alisha's gaze dropped, hiding her tears as she whispered, "I just don't want to. Stay away from me. I... I can't be around you..."

Declan's jaws clenched in frustration, his mind racing. "Why are you doing this?! Tell me! Is it your father?!

The silence that followed was deafening, the tension between them palpable. "It's not always my father deciding for me! It's my decision! So accept it!" she yelled suddenly, her voice cracking with emotion.

Declan's eyes widened in disbelief, his face a mask of shock. Alisha's hand flew to her mouth, as if to contain the outburst. "Declan...I'm sor—" she began, but he cut her off with a raised hand.

"Don't apologize," he said, his voice firm but laced with hurt. "I respect your decision. I won't question you anymore."

Alisha's tears started to fall as she watched Declan prepare to leave. He donned his jacket, grabbed his phone and car keys, his movements swift and detached. His eyes, once warm and caring, were now cold and impenetrable, his face hard and angry.

He paused at the door, his gaze fixed on hers, as if waiting for her to recant her words. But Alisha remained silent, her heart heavy with pain. With a curt "Hmn," he turned and walked out of the house, leaving her alone.


Bab 27: He's not mine

Alisha's body shook with sobs as she shuddered on the floor, her tears flowing uncontrollably. She had never felt such a deep ache in her heart, as if she had lost a part of herself.

Declan, her closest friend, her confidant, her rock, was gone. She had pushed him away, knowing it was the only way to extinguish the forbidden feelings that threatened to consume her.

Their friendship was a beautiful dream, but their realities were worlds apart. A Mythic princess and a powerful vampire holding a powerful position - their love was doomed from the start. She knew it, and yet, her heart refused to accept it.

"I'll miss you, Declan." The silence that followed was deafening, a harsh reminder that he was truly gone.

***

Declan's smirk hid the pain he was feeling. Sitting in the dark forest, surrounded by the haunting hoots of owls, howls of wolves and hungry stares of the creatures lurking around.

"It's all my fault," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I shouldn't have asked her if she could date me. When it's obvious she can't."

But he knew the truth - her heart beats for him, just as his soul rages for her. He wants her and she wants him too!

Declan's eyes closed, his body shaking with the force. Something cold slid down his left cheek and Declan wiped it away. He looked down at his hand and saw that it was blood red. Tears huh? He smirked. No! He couldn't just leave her! He'd give her some time maybe but there's no way he'd let go of her. He refused to be pathetic.

***

Dinner was silent, the silence punctuated only by the clinking of cutlery against plates. Seraphim's sudden absence was obvious but no one bothered to ask about it. Cecil and Quynn were also noticeably missing, leaving Leticia to wonder what was amiss.

As she glanced at Devon, she couldn't help but admire his chiseled features and striking eyes. His profile, with its sharp jawline and slight dimple, gave him a endearing, baby-like quality that made her giggle inwardly.

"I know I look more delicious but you should eat. Stop feasting on me with your eyes." He said with a cocky smile, interrupting her thoughts.

Leticia rolled eyes, "Delicious my foot," she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm. Devon's smirk only grew wider. "Wanna confirm?" he asked, his brow raised in a playful challenge.

Leticia batted her lashes and blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Devon's smirk turned into a knowing smile. "Opportunities don't come twice, Kitten ," he said, his voice low and husky.

As they bantered back and forth, Leticia's gaze drifted to Luis, who seemed lost in thought. His usual warmth and humor were replaced by a quiet aura, leaving Leticia wondering what was troubling him. She hoped to reconnect with him after dinner and asked, "Are you busy later, Luis?"

Luis looked up, his eyes softening into a gentle smile. "Oh no, you need help with something?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. Leticia shook her head, her ponytail swishing behind her. "Nope, just wanted to talk...like, really talk."

Before Luis could respond, Devon snapped, his tone sharp and possessive. "What kind of talk?" he asked, his eyes narrowing into slits. Luis raised an eyebrow, his expression purely filled with amusement.

Devon's gaze didn't waver, his jaw set in a stubborn line. "You're busy," he stated, his voice brooking no argument.

Leticia's eyes flashed with annoyance, "No, he's not. You can't stop me from spending time with my friend, Devon."

The air was thick with tension as the two engaged in a silent standoff. Luis's calm voice cut through the tension, his words a gentle rebuke. "Don't start an argument, you two. I'm not busy later, Leticia."

Leticia nodded at Luis, "Okay, then." As she turned to look at Devon, he looked away, his expression unreadable. A pang of sadness pricked at her heart, leaving her wondering what had caused the rift between them.. Like he'd just flared and it annoyed her.

After dinner, she walked to her room to rest a bit. Luis had assured her he would join her in the library soon. Leaving her room, she began to walk towards the library. Then, she saw a lady.

The woman was stunning, dressed in a revealing blue dress that exuded a high-class sophistication yet leaving very little to the imagination. She approached Leticia, "Excuse me? You must be a maid here. Where is Lord D'wayne's room?"

Leticia bit back a retort, thinking to herself, 'What business do I have with him and his conquests?' With that, she said, "Follow me."

She led the lady to the room Devon usually occupied although it was not the one she'd entered thar night.

She knocked on the door, and Devon's voice called out coldly, "Come in."

Leticia opened the door, and the lady sauntered in, her smile fixed on Devon as he lounged on the wide bed. Devon didn't even spare her a glance. His eyes were fixed at the door, on Leticia.

Their eyes met, and Leticia quickly looked away, feeling a pang of jealousy she couldn't explain. The lady kissed Devon, and Leticia's heart twisted. She felt foolish just standing there yet she couldn't turn away.

When their eyes met again, Devon raised an eyebrow. "Leave or would you like to watch me fuck her?" he asked, his tone detached.

Leticia's teeth clenched. "No."

"Then get out," he deadpanned. She muttered under her breath, "I hate you," and she turned and rushed out of the room. Or so she thought she didn't care. But sadness overwhelmed her, her eyes welling up with tears, her lips trembling, and her heart constricting at the thought of Devon with someone else.

These conflicting emotions infuriated her. "He's not mine, I have no right to feel this way. He's just... " Tears pooled in her eyes. "My master?" But he didn't treat her like a slave,not anymore. "Friend?" But they'd shared intimate moments. "Lover?" He never asked her out, and he never would, given he's a fucker.

She walked to the library, making sure to wipe her face clean before entering. Luis was already waiting and immediately he saw her, he frowned, taking her hands in his, "Are you okay?"

"Oh yes!" She beamed, pushing the conflicting emotions aside. Devon was having his own fun and she wouldn't allow him ruin hers.


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