Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Nine: Edward

Stubborn. Obstinate. Right. I finally had a synonym for this girl. Intrusive.

I'd manipulated Jenna to get this trip started in a hurry. She packed everything necessary whilst leaving Lisa to me.

I had no idea to what to do to her. Punishing was the first word that rang in my ears, but then I realized handing her over to Mason would pay for everything she'd ever done.

So, I let her go.

I wasn't betting on the odds but I knew she'd never let anyone lay a finger on her aunt; she'd do anything for that matter.

So manipulating her into thinking that I’d kill her aunt so effortlessly was almost everything that she needed to get in line.

We took a bus from nearby road that left us hanging in the middle of evergreen trees with a board behind us that greeted, 'Welcome to Paradise.'

"They call this paradise? What must they call the heaven then? House in clouds?" I revealed a slight smirk at her comment.

She had to be having the worst time of her life.

Me, on the other hand, I grew up near a lake with my friends discovering new lanes in the woods each day, every day of my life.

I hesitated recalling the next few years, they were no joke. We trained, drunk, slept, hunt and then trained again.

Abruptly a wide eyed man in his thirties with bald face covered in thin blue garments emerged in front of us.

Both the women seemed to saw him from a distant but I was nearly lost. He shook Jenna's hand gently and then motioned for us to walk.

Even a slight glimpse of him was enough for me to know he was Anil. He led the way to a wooden two storey house that had a counter in the ground floor.

It wasn’t their house but a different one where they gave the trespassers a receipt to their death.

Surrounded by tall and thick dreary yellow trees, sat a man who looked like the bald one's twin. Aman, the tough one.

Jenna and he seemed to be having a nice talk as she introduced us. I almost wanted to laugh at the moment but held back instead. He was a good actor, I’d give him that.

Looking at the both of them I realized how comfortable she was talking to a stranger—but then again she didn’t have to watch her back for enemies.

I sincerely envied how she was able to blend in so effortlessly. I wished I had more of that.

I felt like a mosquito sting on the crust of my upper arm and when my eyes hovered around they rested on the side of a pale slender bare neckline.

My eyes glowed in thirst and I forgot the last time I had such a scrumptious supper. My instincts forced my hands and gripped them around Elizabeth’s forearms.

I didn't realize I wasn't alone and that moment was something I couldn't hold back from.

My fangs started to itch and grow. They were so eager that I felt my mouth turning into a bed of blisters.

I’d stopped myself from this pure satisfaction more times than I could count and I wouldn’t anymore.

That was a frightening thought.

Eventually she started squirming in my grip and half slapped across my torso.

"Were you going to bite me?" She muttered keeping the rigidity in her tone but only enough to make me listen to her words.

I slipped my hands away from her and stuffed them into my pockets. Her hands enveloped around each other in front of her chest.

She had worn a loose scarlet T-shirt that failed to veil her left shoulder and skinny jeans. Her hair was a pony tail stretched on her head tightly much like her raging brows.