For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Thirty ♡ New

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ°•°•°•°

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰:𝔂𝓸𝓾

Rolf leaned against the cool stone wall of the training hall, the rhythmic pounding of his heart a stark contrast to the calmness that enveloped him after an arduous day spent honing the skills of his warriors.

"That's a wrap for today," he announced, his chest bare and glistening with perspiration, each droplet shimmering under the flickering torches. As his men began to disperse, their bodies weary yet undeniably robust, a sense of pride swelled within him. They had trained fiercely—before the sun rose, they had taken a brief respite for breakfast, returned for a midday meal, and finally engaged in spirited athletic contests as dusk settled. Now, with the sun dipping below the horizon, his thoughts turned toward the one person who illuminated his world: his beloved wife.

Regret gnawed at him. He had not intended to leave her alone, but the demands of leadership often called him away. A bittersweet pang of longing gripped his heart. He would explain everything to her, he vowed.

"Have a good night, m'lord," one of his warriors, a stalwart named Lazaroth, offered with a respectful bow.

"A lovely evening with your wife as well, Lazaroth," Rolf replied, waving him off with a warm smile, watching as the man hurried home. He took a moment to reflect on the loyalty and respect he had earned as a leader—his dedication and strength inspired admiration, even as they instilled a healthy fear in those who served him. His prowess was undeniable, and no one in their right mind would dare to betray him.

As he made his way down the corridor, the sound of his boots echoed against the tiled floor, a steady reminder of his purpose. Approaching their shared sanctuary, he felt a rush of anticipation. "My woman?" His voice was bright, a melody of joy as he flung the door open wide. Yet, the silence that greeted him was deafening. He stepped inside, the door creaking shut behind him, and his initial grin faltered. The room was meticulously arranged, but the stillness was unsettling.

"Perhaps she’s in the shower," he murmured, attempting to dismiss the gnawing anxiety that began to worm its way into his thoughts. "Rachel? I'm here!" he called out, removing his shoes with a sense of urgency.

"Sorry, I'm late, but I hope you loved the masterpiece I made for you this morning," he continued, blissfully unaware of the void left in her absence.

When silence answered him once more, a sinking feeling began to settle in his chest. He stepped out onto the balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. "Damn it!" he hissed, reality crashing down upon him like a storm. The absence of her energy, the lack of the gentle warmth he had come to associate with her presence—it was as if the air itself had been robbed of its essence. Rage ignited within him, a fierce flame that clawed at his heart. Clenching his fists, he struck the wall beside him, the stone trembling under the force of his blow, splintering with a satisfying crack. Pain shot through his knuckles, but he brushed it aside, the healing magic surging through him almost instinctively.

"Lycarthesz!" he summoned, his voice low and dangerous, eyes gleaming a fierce crimson. The viper materialized, its gaze cast downward, an expression of guilt marring its usually vibrant features.

"Care to explain what transpired while I was away?" Rolf's words dripped with venom.

"She wanted to know the truth, to see it for herself—so I showed her," Carth replied, his voice measured, though the weight of his words hung heavily in the air.

"You won’t even look at me, Carth," Rolf challenged, raising an eyebrow, demanding accountability.

Carth slowly lifted his gaze, the spark of defiance flickering in its eyes. "So you thought it wise to reveal all? Did you even consider the fallout? That she might fucking flee from me?"