Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Five: Edward

I couldn’t control myself.

I was on the verge of risking everything just because of some stupid interaction with a beautiful girl.

I had to take her home tonight. My home, so I could swap her in return for my mother, but then something just clicked inside my brain when I was curling a thick strand of her hair around my finger.

It felt as if the skies were roaring at my injustice towards this girl. The way she pouted and her cheeks rounded like tiny cannonballs with pink blush beneath her weary sockets that were kissed by her long and curly lashes got me into thinking.

There was nothing to consider. Her and my mother; the calculation was quite simple. But my conscience was persistent on urging me to come up with another plan.

A harmless one.

How was I supposed to make myself comprehend that if I didn’t hand Elizabeth over my mother would get hurt and if I did, then well, in the worst case scenario, she’d turn into one of the blood supplies for the entire castle.

I sighed recalling death would be a better option than living among bloodthirsty beasts without corroboration for your safety.

But that wasn’t the matter at hand right now; neither was Elizabeth’s numerous quizzes that she’d blasted at me a few minutes ago.

I had to take care of this shadow that lurked under the night without a warning.

After I’d dropped her off at home safely, I excused myself saying there was something I’d needed to take care of.

I’d have killed him the moment he laid eyes on her and the thirst itched in his throat, but Elizabeth’s presence didn’t go unnoticed.

Besides, I wanted to know about the society that resided in this town to avoid any fender-bender in future.

I couldn’t just go around snapping their necks—well I could, but I wouldn’t.

After coming back to the dirt I’d left him on, I observed him from a distance.

His scent wasn’t strong so he had to be a newborn and his strength was no less than any muscular human, so he might’ve been a turned vampire, a half-breed.

He had troubles walking straight as I’d paralyzed his knees and the region further down.

His neck was slowly coming back to its usual posture as his face cringed. Head snapping was no game; you had to know exactly what bones you’re holding onto and which ones were to be displaced. You had only chance to do it; if you failed, you’d be the one bearing pain.

He held onto the sticks and bamboos around his trembling feet and shook his head as if to gain consciousness and get rid of his blurry vision.

Now that he was fully awake and breathing until his lungs couldn’t take anymore, a rage rose in his eyes and the paleness of his face mounted to get the reddishness all around his bony jaws and crinkled forehead.

His eyes shut close trying to soothe the anger brushed all over his predatory features, fighting a battle with his inner beast.

After observing his physical strength, I wondered what he might’ve done to Elizabeth if I hadn’t reached here in time.

That mere thought was enough to inflame my temper.

Why did that stupid girl decide to take a walk at this hour? I hoped she didn’t possess a death wish otherwise I’d be more than willing to fulfill it.

I thought peeking inside his brain at this state would be hilarious, so I decided a quick sneak peek.

Who was that other vampire? Marcel had a rule to not interfere in anyone else’s treat. He must be someone new.