Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Three: Edward

After breakfast I excused myself to attend to my business. Even when traveling I couldn’t shake off Elizabeth's startling aroma from my head.

She must’ve thought that the food was delicious but only if she’d known the food was nothing in contrast to her.

I wanted to devour her as I’d stared into her pale blue eyes. They had the magnificence to match the coldness of an ocean with the flawless strength and girth of her blonde hair that curled at her shoulders and further down.

I didn’t even want to start on her swaying hips that she owned so proudly. With her every move and sway, the urge to make her mine only grew to an unbearable extent.

How relieved I was when she left! But she left behind an inflamed typhoon of turmoil within me.

At first I was awed by her beauty, the tranquility of her pale complexion almost deceived me into thinking her as a vampire. But the wind that exposed her fragrance to me confirmed her humanity.

I could now appreciate Mason’s words quite fully. ‘No feeding’.

Being with her without having a taste of her blood was pure torture and that was why he chose me! He was as conscious as day that no other vampire would resist blood as much as me; that was his scheme all along.

I had to restrain myself in her presence. It wasn’t going to be easy but I had to do it. I’d stop breathing if necessary.

Turning my attention to the matter at hand I discarded the rest of my worries. I needed to get to the next step of my plan of abducting her, Elizabeth Browns.

I was currently at the hill-sides climbing the top to meet a wretched one, just like me. He used to work for Mason and the other Lords.

But once after proving his loyalty to Mason, he was given a severe work to take care of all the while hiding under the caves of Unknown.

I’d been looking for him for one hour straight and had already figured out why it was named as something as preposterous as Unknown.

It was no game.

The forest beneath the hills held a predatory glory to it just like us, supposedly to attract the prey. It was beautiful with different greens and queues of flowers. An elegant lake was seen from a distance where I stood, the water was vivid enough to replicate the glowing sky.

If I wasn’t a vampire or trained into taking everything beautiful as a treacherous mirage, I would’ve believed I was in Paradise, as the name on the billboard had suggested on my way here.

“For a vampire you possess a quite sidetracked mind.”

I eyed the source of the mockery, shooting a glare to his side.

He was a bald man in his thirties and dressed in a farmer’s clothing. His skin was tanned and he held a roughness to his voice with a minimum hospitality.

He did catch me off guard for a second. I was baffled concerning his kind.

After much effort I found out he was a human—so unlike of Mason!

“Aman?” I called, still in my bemusement.

“This way.” He smiled politely and gesticulated towards the way.

Soon he brought me towards an old house that seemed to have survived the test of time and was thriving vigorously under the splendor of the greenery that surrounded it.

A man of the same height, size and stance of Aman was attending to the nursery at the moment.

“Anil!” Aman yelled grasping his attention.