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6.64% Hellbound With The Cold Alpha / Chapter 19: Meeting With The Alpha

Capítulo 19: Meeting With The Alpha

'The full moon?' The words rang continuously in her head, reminding her that it was time to try out her second technique. Though she knew how dangerous it was to try it she was more determined to know their secret than keep herself safe.

"If I were not here with you, she would have fed you to her intestines, woman."

Hazel noticed that he was behind her and holding his bloodied palm right on top of her mouth, realising this terror, she immediately pulled away from his grasp.

"Did that little thing scare you?" She heard the Beta's voice beside her. It was filled with mockery and coldness of some sort that all she wanted to do was to hit something hard for being this humiliated.

She spat out a mouth full of saliva which for sure contained the werewolf blood which she had tasted from his palm.

The atrocity of whatever just happened now still replayed in her head and she tried her possible best to stay away from him. She had no idea that the werewolves also fed on vampires. If not, how could that maid have almost fed on her? How could that even be possible?

"I don't feed on dead meat, you don't have to freak out, yet," he said, his voice sounding like all he was trying to do was to soothe her fear but then, she was not daft to the extent that she could not figure out that there was an underlying mockery in those words of his.

Hazel ignored him and only looked at the dungeon's entrance.

Spotting where her eyes were pinned, he took the dye that was on the floor and held it to her, "Apply this every day if you want to be alive till whenever."

Hazel only looked at the dye with intense disgust. It reminded her that something was sticking out from her skin and making her feel the least comfortable. She wondered if her birthmark could cause danger for their alpha. If that were true, what kind of danger? How could she use that to her advantage? That was all she needed to know right now.

"What if I don't apply?" She said and was met by a gruesome gaze from him. His eyes which were once focused on the maid he had dealt with slowly walked back to her and then he uttered,

"Try doing that first and see," he answered. "Unfortunately, you wouldn't be able to tell because I will take judgment into my own hands as I do. If Alpha Lucifel becomes aware of your birthmark, I shall give you the most torturous punishment ever, and not only that, I shall ensure that I wipe off every member of your clan, including the unborn young ones by myself."

Just Immediately after he said this, there was a noise from the entrance and he walked to it, telling her to follow behind.

Hazel's mind had not zoomed off from all that he had mentioned right now. It made her even more curious about why her birthmark should be hidden from him but still, his words threatened her to the very bit of her spine that she found it hard to disagree with him, especially for now.

He opened the dungeon's door and a random breeze caught up with her. She breathed in slowly as she walked out of the dungeon. She had forgotten the foul smell in the dungeon.

"The full moon is up and all the pack members have gathered in the pavilion. Alpha Lucifel instructed me to bring the prisoner to him instead while he wants you to oversee the ritual for this night, My Lord."

Ethan took a last glance at Hazel before he walked to the eastward side of the corridor.

Hazel did not condone the glare she had seen on him just before he walked away. Just by looking at him, that memory of him ripping off the maid's head came to her mind again. She could not let that happen to her. It seemed that the beta of the Blood moon pack is the most terrific member of the clan.

By now, she decided to comply and focus on what she had planned to do to the alpha of the pack when the full moon rises. Though she was not prepared as her mother had no idea when the full moon would uprise, she had no choice.

After some minutes, she and the guard stopped at another entrance of a dungeon. She knew that this would be where she would be staying at till whenever as it seemed that this is where the alpha wanted her to stay.

The guard had not spoken anything since and Hazel noticed that compared to the guard who was named Oran, he did not drag her but instead, stayed some feet apart from her as if he had no fear that she could escape. Hazel was not so slow to understand that he might be holding his urge to eat her flesh.

Everything she found here was just so unbelievable. She had no idea that the werewolves could find the vampiress flesh enticing, let alone their flesh eatable.

Hazel looked at the entrance in amazement, this time, there was no door in it. She looked at the guard who seemed to expect her to do something that she didn't even know. But at last, he said, "Go in, you will meet his highness."

Hazel looked into the dungeon and saw that the entire dungeon was black. As a vampiress, she was able to see in darkness but due to the effect of the medicinal herbs they had taken to enforce immortality, their night vision had welled off slowly.

"It is dark."

"Yes it is but there is a light source if you go deep. I can't follow you in."

"Why?" She asked but the guard had already walked away from her.

Hazel did not understand if all that was happening was because of the full moon or if he just didn't want to enter the dungeon because he had a lot to do. But then, she did not understand how he trusted her to enter the dungeon when he was not here with her. Did they not think that she could try to escape?

Putting that aside and focusing on what she planned to do tonight, she stepped into the dark dungeon and walked inside. She was sure that whatever she wanted to do was going to counter the effect of the full moon on them without their awareness.

She had longed to see who exactly the alpha is and watch him suffer in pain just like he and his pack members did to her.


Capítulo 20: His Left Eye

The exact time her foot stepped into the dungeon, she felt an irregular cold swallow her whole body to the extent that she had to fold her arms together.

The more she walked into the dark dungeon, the more the plan she had in her mind kept depreciating. Now that she wanted to meet that cruel leader, the one everyone in her clan had rumoured to be a psychopath, she did not know why she felt like going back.

What would happen if you annoy a psychopath, especially in their most energetic moment? The answer was glaring and was enough to stop her gut.

Truly to what the guard had informed her, the more she entered inside the dungeon, the more she became aware of a series of candle lights, arranged on each of the closed windows that she came across.

She looked around and saw that there was a staircase leading downwards. Not knowing where else to pass, she walked down the staircase, everywhere becoming colder than it was in the first place that she was there.

As long as her people did not want to believe that she might be infected by the pandemic, it did not stop her from feeling one of the symptoms. That was cold. Now, she was freezing. She wondered what could be in the dungeon that made all the warmness in her body vanish into thin air.

Or could it be as a result of having worn a cold gown previously?

That did not make a bit of sense.

When she got to the end of the staircase, not so far from where she was staying, she could see a silhouette of a man standing beside the window.

Just by that image, her whole body shook on its own.

She slowly walked carefully to where he was, feeling that, he was definitely the person she had come to meet.

When she had gotten to where he was, a few feet away from where he stood, she finally uttered, "Your Highness, you called for me."

The man only kept looking at the bare window. Hazel could see the full moon, striking its beauty on him. The candlelights that she had seen the other time were not around here and all that was giving the source of the light on this dreadful part of the dungeon was the full moon.

This dungeon had no pungent smell like the previous ones she had been in, instead, it send chills down her spine. The cold she had felt while walking past the stairs was still encompassing her whole body, but it seemed that she was already getting used to it.

The man remained silent, he had not even raised his head to look at her but she could already sense that he was a lot older. He had short hair which was considered long for men, as his own reached his shoulders. And then his well-built back, she could not forget as she had stared at his back when he walked away from where they tortured her.

Even now, she could not see his face properly but she could see the left side of his face which was covered with his hair. His hair covered the middle of his forehead to his left eye, making him look a bit scary. It reminded her of the books she had read when she was still in her middle teens when she wished all that she had read about handsome monsters were real. And she had no reason why there was a little, curiousness stuck into the deep chamber of her heart about what she was going to do today.

When she stood there waiting for his reply that did not come, she was getting tired of it and she greeted him once again. "Good evening, Your Highness."

He still did not reply to her and she got a bit scared. Or was this not the man that she was to meet? Could this be someone who had come into the dungeon just to capture her? This could not be a horror! It was real and she did her best to think less of that.

When she was fed up, she decided to walk closer to him but his sudden chilling voice ruptured her confidence and she just stood still. "Do not come nearer."

His voice was the same. He was the one who told them to put off the coals. She had no reason why she felt that this man might not be as bad as she thought. For him to have pardoned her meant that he still had good flesh on him compared to his beta. That horrific monster that does anything and whatever he feels is right at any time.

She remained still, waiting for him to turn to her but then, he just kept looking at the full moon still.

There was a small wind that blew inside the dungeon, intensifying the cold that she already had but then, that same wind swept a few strands of his hair off his left eye and she narrowed her eyes, trying to look at it.

"Don't stare!" A sudden voice came out again and it shook her to the core.

She had no idea if this man was half blind because she could not see his left eye properly when the wind blew part of his hair off his face.

"I am sorry, your highness."

Just after she said his words, he turned slowly to meet her gaze.

Hazel's heart skipped a bit when he saw his face. She had no idea why his face looked so familiar even when she was sure that she had never set her eyes across him.

His grey right eye looked metallic as he stared at her slowly.

She felt like there was an invisible spell that had been kept in his eye to make sure that anyone who meets his eye remained entrapped in his gaze forever.

She wondered what it would have felt like if his left eye was not kept beneath his hair.

She would have become engrossed with his eyes for some minutes, that was yes.

There was a sudden silence between the both of them as they kept staring at themselves, different thoughts walloping in their minds.

While Hazel was thinking about how she would be able to do whatever she wanted to do to him, she could not guess what he was thinking about.

"Do you always look this ugly?" He asked and the middle of her eyebrows furrowed.

Was that a question she should answer?

Hazel had no idea what to say. She asked herself again, was that a question she was supposed to answer?

Most importantly, did she look ugly because her pale skin had turned into that coal-colored skin?

Apart from that, was that really what he was supposed to say first?

What should she say then?

When she had nothing to say and only looked downwards, she senses his proximity toward her and she stepped back a little.

"Never keep quiet when I ask a question." His words again resonated and she raised her head slowly. He was threatening and she could not understand the exact reason he could be annoyed just for something as little as that.

Not trying to get on his nerves, she immediately apologised, "I'm sorry, your highness."

Her eyes continue to pierce at his face.

This man looked really handsome. She could not describe his beauty because it was something she was the first time setting her eyes on but then, what is the point when they were only clothed with human skin while they were monsters in reality?

"Now tell me, do you really want to survive in this palace?"


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