Part 3
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As he strided through the palace, his nameless wolf flinched within him, nerved by the ethereal glow of the bronze glass encased lanterns that lined either side of the hallway. Each one separated by a patch of vine leaves wrapped in poison ivy.
Solid, unblemished marble squeaked underneath his earth toned leather oxfords. The sound only disturbed his wolf more, who proceeded to withdraw further inside him. This place had a habit of doing that.
She had a habit of doing that to him. Her palace was just a reflection of its queen. So beautiful that it hurts to look at, so undeniably alluring that you would rather choose to poison yourself just to satisfy the twisted craving to touch it than to listen to all your senses and flee. The massive double doors leading into the throne room were already opened. Unlike usual, no guards stood watch nor did any of the lesser fae announce his arrival.
"My queen." The bow came naturally to him, Just as naturally as breathing. The unseelie queen, Peribella glanced over his way from her conversation with one of her advisors. Her eyes gleamed as she brushed him off and stood from her throne. Her ivy dress laced with pearls and red floras brushes against the floor creating a light sweeping sound as she glided over to him. He held his breath as she took her fill of him.
I should be used to this. He thought as her silver eyes caressed his flesh while her thin hand creeped up his chest. A shiver of disgust ran up his spine and with a bitter swallow he forced it down as her hand rested on his chin. An uncanny smile came unto her face that his brain forced him to view as "soft and sweet".
"I've missed you, Eros." There's always a high pitched ring to her tone. "I wanted to see you."
He has been her plaything since she sent her soldier to "save" him from the fire that killed his mother nearly twenty years ago. However, she's always kept her desires at bay. Before, because he was nothing more than an injured child who refused to speak and now, it's simply a curtsy towards the man who'll become her husband. To him, who was arranged to be married to her by her own mother.
Marry her or die.
Marry her or everyone he loves dies.
Tarak, his father, his little sister. Hell, even his non-blood brother Styx who spent years helping him assimilate into the clan by teaching him to be the noble vampire he never was.
Tread carefully. One wrong move and he can lose everything. "As have I."
Multiple chalices of black wine and hours of entertaining dull conversation with his fiancee and her advisors wore him down as he dragged himself out the palace door. He called upon his wolf for strength but it ignored him, refusing to reveal itself in the indirect presence of the unseelie. As much as he understood, he needed the wolf more than ever.
The last thing he wanted to do was to call upon the Darkness to help him. Not while he was still close to Peribella. The one thing that kept their engagement from proceeding any further was his "lack" of power. As long as he kept it that way, the creatures of the night that looked up to him as a future leader wouldn't push him.
The unseelie.
The vampires.
And even the Laibon. Or what he's seen of them.
Slipping out the large silver gate barring the black rose crest of Peribella's bloodline, he turned towards the first bush he could see and everything the unseelie queen put inside him came out in a rush. He didn't care to stay to look at the mess as he finally felt safe enough to call upon his power.
Moving through the shadows, his body hit the soft bed in his apartment. Breathing in Tarak's scent, he fell into the calm silence of drifting well needed sleep.
His wolf shook him awake as his phone buzzed next to him. Go figures, now it wants to make an appearance. He'd been so out of it he didn't realize the mess he'd sown about with his clothes and other miscellaneous items. Nor did he realize the dawn slowly breaking through.
"I told you to clean up this mess." Victor de Magnus Nezerah, sneered as he picked up the phone. "Not use it for your personal games." As the oldest brother of the noble family he was adopted into, he'd always been up his ass about everything. From the way he dressed to nearly killing Tarak once he found they were bonded, only to be stopped by Styx. Everything Victor did was for the family. Hell, he believed Victor would burn the world down without hesitation if it meant protecting the old vampir family name.
Elijah snaps, feeling revolting from the hours spent with with the unseelie. "What the hell did you do?"
A warning growl came out the other side of the phone, as clear as if he were standing next to him.
"Me?" He laughed. "Your the one who pissed off the packs. Seriously Eros, do you have any idea what Father would say if he knew the pack came to our doorstep looking for a raven hair stray. Which I could only assume would be your beloved."
"You idiot!" Eli roared. He was screwed. If any of the wolves went after Tarak, went after any of the strays, he wouldn't be able to keep still.
"You think I can pay Carlos to turn a blind eye to this again? After you attacked someone! On his territory nonetheless!" A crash broke into the silence that Eli faced in the hallway, it took only a moment to know that the sound came from the other end of the phone.
"You have no idea-" Digging his fingers into his hair, he continued. "No idea, what you've just done." The words came across harshly, like a threat.
A low growl came from the other side of the phone, "Watch your tone, brother." He spat. "You've already angered one dangerous person yesterday. Do you have any idea what that Lyk-"
He laughed. Once again, Victor's fucking up his life to try to protect the "family". Rage filled him so much his powers poured out from underneath each step he took as he paced the bedroom. "You have no idea what dangerous looks like. Brother!" He could see his vicious expression in the black screen of the phone he held in front of his face as he shouted the word 'brother' like an insult.
Silence lingered on the other end. "I know you better than you realize."
"Oh really?" What the hell is Victor's manipulative ass planning?
"Take this as me saving your ass, Eros. Let the wolves have their blood. You can't save everyone."
Victor hang up the phone before he could hear his brother's roar on the other side.
If his brother succeeded where he'd once failed before. In killing his beloved. There was nothing the De Magnus Nezerah family could do to stop Elijah from killing him.
Penthouse. He sent to his beloved.
Warehouse. He sent the text to Azaeal directly.
Victor was wrong and he was about to prove it.
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