CH12
Roman’s P.O.V
“What the fuck did you just say?” My fingers tightened next to a fists beside me but Eric didn’t even flinch.
He met my glare with eerie calmness, his icy features unreadable as he repeated himself. “She’s my mate.”
A growl tore from my throat, vibrating the stone walls of this goddamn castle. No fucking way. Snow was mine. MINE. I didn’t drag her out of that miserable excuse of a pack, rip through everyone who’s ever hurt her and bring her all the way here for some bloodsucker to claim her. Eric, the so called king of the vampires, was fucking delusional.
“I don’t give a shit what you think.” I snarled, stepping towards him with SNow who was still lying pale and unmoving in my arms “She’s mine and I’m only here because of what your kind did to her. And you are going to fucking fix her and we’ll be on our way.”
Something flashed in Eric’s crimson eyes, and then befroe I oculd react, he moved.
Once second, he was standing ten–feet away from me. The next he was right in front of me, lifting Snow out of my hold. A violent growl ripped out of me as I spun aroud, ready to tear him apart, but the bastard was already halfway across the grandhall, carrying Snow toward the towering double doors.
“Put. Her. Down.” My voice was pure command, think with the authority of my bloodline, but Eric didn’t even pause.
He didn’t even look at me as he spoke. “One, you do not come into my home and tell me what to do. Two, she wasn’t drained by a vampire.”
My spine tightened. “The hell are you talking about. She was asleep in my cabin on the boat and the shapeshifting vampire snuck aboard and drained her. I saw the entire thing with own my eyes and I regret not being fast enough to kill it.”
However, Eric kept walking and his shoes barely made a sound on the polished marble. It made me wonder if he was actually walking or floating. Finally he cleared his throat. “Why weren’t you able to kill it?”
“It disappeared into thin air before I can.”
“Hmm,” The bloodsucker murmured and then his voice carried into my brain. “Only true blood vampires have the power to teleport and the bite mark on her is not from my kind. It belongs to something you should honestly have no dealings with.”
My jaw clenced, rage battling with unease as I stalked after him. “What do you mean?”
“She was attacked by a wendigo,” he said simply, like it was a fucking weather report. “The fangs are hooked and that’s why the bite marks are deeper. You should know they only hunt rogues with special blood.”
The words hit me square in the chest. I’ve heard of Wendigos but this was the first time I’m aware that they weren’t just stories used to scare pups into behvaing. They were real monsters that haunted the deepest parts of the wirld, feasting on rogues.
I sucked in a breath and my stomach turned into lead. If i hadn’t forced Snow to sever ties with her pack, would she have been hunted like this? Would she still be safe?
Guilt sank its teeth into me, a rare, ugly feeling I wasn’t used to. Eric stopped walking. I blinked, snapping out of my spiraling thoughts to see he’d carried her into a dimly lit chamber, all black walls and heavy silk curtains. A massive bed sat in the center of the room, and he laid her onto it with more gentleness than I would have expected from a thousand–year old leech.
Suddenly a part of his sentence of earlier echoed in my brain and my brows furrowed. Snow was just a mute runt for all I knew, what special blood did she have that’ll make her prey to the Wendigo. What the hell does he know that I don’t?” I gripped his shoulder and forcefully yanked him back, my fingers digging into his cold skin. “What do you mean by special blood?”
Eric slowly turned, and for the first time since I’d met him, a thin smile stretched across his face. “You don’t know, do you?”
I frowned deeper. “What are you talking about?”
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“She carried your seed,” he mumured and the words detonated in my brain like a bomb.
Snow is pregnant?
