Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Seventeen: Edward

Before I could realize my hand swung in air to stop that hunter from hurting her. The voice left my mouth as everybody stared at me, except for her.

She must’ve been in so much pain to think the voice had left from her throat.

It must be painful. My own misery and pain of broken bones disappeared when I saw the blood wetting her shirt.

My demon was awoken and he desired blood but the sweet aroma filling my nostrils failed to fill my senses, my demon was hungry but he craved the blood of this hunter.

It pained me more than my broken ribs because my wound would heal by midnight but hers would take weeks. And even then a scar would be left there to remind her of this doomed night.

She lifted her face a bit, still squirming in his arms as the grimace swiftly masked her face. I wanted to lift her and run away as far as and as fast as I could.

What would happen to my acquaintances? Well, I'd rather enjoy seeing their faces turn pallor as the hunters drive the stakes through their hearts.

"Well that's a first." One of the hunters spoke.

"Since when do bloodthirsty monsters pay a damn about their food?" The hunter spoke who had her locked up in his clutch.

He must really care about her. Or maybe he’s just faking it. He wants her for his master, that's it! Maybe I could use her against him to get what I want. He thought.

A smirk appeared on his face as I peeked into his intentions.

"So vampire. What does your unconquerable Lord wants from her?" He smirked deeply revealing his perfect set of pearly teeth that didn't for once match his tanned skin.

I blinked several times before coming up with a decent and credible statement.

"He wants her . . . for . . um . . . he thinks that she comes from an aristocratic bloodline and we know that he always had a thing for that." I explained getting a side glare from each and every one of the four nuisances.

They didn’t like me explaining even a word for her sake but she was no good to us dead.

"Well, that would explain her extraordinary scent. What specie?" He asked believing the tale I'd just faked.

What specie? Hell I didn't know that answer! We're attracted towards her by her blood so a human then . . . but she smelt more like a nymph I'd encountered in my early days of vampirism.

Human wasn't a decent answer and nymph was over the top so . . .

"I don't know. A hybrid I suppose." I blurted as I got more unbelievable glances from both of my sides.

Hybrid weren’t a thing to exist. In early days, of course, but since most of the specie had already endangered and some become extinct, there were no hopes for the birth of a hybrid and even then it would be considered as a scandalous fact, even for someone like Mason.

But he didn’t know that.

"A hybrid." His eyes widened and then he suddenly burst out into laughing.

"Now that's too much of a lie, don't you think?" He laughed but then his expressions turned serious.

His grasp around her stomach tightened. Just then I realized the knife was still there and it deepened into her back as a whimper left her mouth.

She threw her head back to rest on his shoulder as more and more pain devoured her life.

"Choose your next words carefully." He threatened.