Chapter 11

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Freen's POV

I instructed the maid to summon Mr. Armstrong and his wife to my office. We needed to discuss their granddaughter.

I was still furious over what had happened last night in the garden. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I sensed the unmistakable scent of familiar blood—my mate's blood. I followed the scent and found a disturbing scene: a man was poised to bite her neck.

I wasted no time. I grabbed him with ease, my strength as an alpha overpowering his.

"How dare you touch what's mine!" I growled, and without another word, I tore out his heart.

Then I turned to look at her. Becky's face was pale with fear, her eyes wide, and tears streaking down her cheeks. Watching her like this felt like my heart was breaking.

I began walking toward her slowly, but she shrank back, terrified.

"No, please, don't come near me!" she sobbed.

"I won't hurt you, little one," I murmured, keeping my voice as calm as I could, though seeing her like this hurt deeply.

I gently pulled her into my arms, but she resisted, pushing me away. Her reaction stung, but I held her softly, trying to soothe her.

"Shh," I whispered, rubbing her back in comfort.

Tee arrived just then, and I ordered, "Clean up that mess." Then I scooped Becky up in my arms.

"Hold on. I'll take care of your wound," I told her, and as we walked, she slowly fell asleep. I brought her to her room and asked Mrs. Armstrong to watch over her.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Come in," I called.

Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong entered, and I gestured for them to sit. Yet, I sensed another presence just outside the room—I could smell Becky's scent and hear the steady beat of her heart.

Ah, what a curious mate I have.

"Mr. Armstrong, I trust you both know that your granddaughter is my mate. I'm here to claim her," I told them, my tone leaving no room for doubt.

I needed them to see that I was serious about Becky. According to our law, once we find our mate, we must claim and protect them.

"Of course, Master," Mr. Armstrong replied. "We understand, but Becky is so young—she's only seventeen."

He was right. Though mating typically involves consummation, she was only seventeen, and I was a century-old vampire—a stark contrast.

"Don't worry. I won't consummate the bond now. I'll wait until she turns eighteen; then, I'll marry her," I reassured them.

She's my mate, and as such, she's destined to be mine, whether she accepts it now or later.

"Thank you for your consideration, Master," Mr. Armstrong said, a note of relief in his voice.

"It's nothing. However, from now on, I want Becky to stay on the second floor. Mrs. Armstrong, please arrange the room next to mine for her and have the maids move her belongings," I instructed.

Becky's safety was my priority, but, if I were honest, I also wanted her close.

"Yes, Master. I'll see to it right away," Mrs. Armstrong replied.

"Has she woken up yet?" I asked, knowing full well she was eavesdropping on our conversation.

"Yes, though she's resting now," Mrs. Armstrong replied, but I heard faint footsteps retreating down the stairs.

After a bit more discussion, I dismissed them.

My naughty little mate, I thought, amused. She probably thought I couldn't sense her or hear her heartbeat, but I knew.

Too clever, my Becky.

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Hi guys last update for today maybe I write something tomorrow or the other day I still need to review for my exam! Enjoy reading this chapter ✨

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