Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Thirty Eight: Edward

Bad idea. Leaving Lisa behind with nothing to reach out to me was a bad idea.

Now as I walked through the woods towards the village, I couldn’t help but be disturbed by wariness.

My mind was crammed with the worse possibilities that could occur in my absence.

The urge to return back to her and just ensure her safety for once was getting out of hand.

I reminded myself from time to time that she was in my parent’s house and no one without my consent was able to step inside the threshold.

My mother had a powerful witch as her best friend and she’d helped my family in more than one way, starting with guarding this house with a magical barrier such that any supernatural being would need the company of an Albrecht to enter any of our estates.

It was one of the reasons why we were still so wealthy—though mother and I never took advantage of that, we kept on living with our normal lives to avoid attention coming towards our side.

But even this precaution wasn’t enough to steady my jumping heart. It was ready to pop out in my hand any second and I’d hate to present myself in front of them looking like this.

Right now I couldn’t even comprehend the need to attend this meeting, I had no idea how I was going to face them and keep my claws to myself.

I would feel obliged to rip them apart without a sense of regret and would do so if only I wasn’t here for Malcolm’s request.

I tore the crowd apart and made a way for myself in the centre where the meeting was held.

Usually the villagers weren’t a necessary element but for some reason we couldn’t keep them away from this meeting and Malcolm and Rory saw no point in doing so.

Apparently Lisa had captured a place in the heart of every one of the fellow vampires.

I couldn’t be more proud of her.

As I got closer to the committee, my senses rose and every part of me came to life. The hair at my nape started to jiggle in her air as I felt goose-bumps all over my skin.

My breathing stopped, my heart steadied and my pupils thinned and with every moment I could feel the hot rage erupting in me ferociously than before.

My cornea must’ve switched from its natural brown to a frightening scarlet red like that of two headlights.

I was cold-skinned but at that moment I was burning with my inner rage like that of a candle’s flame.

And all that trouble, anguish and anger because of those few familiar faces. I’d called them my acquaintances, companions and whatnot once, when everything was simple and we had had our share of problems.

Nevertheless now that I was looking at them, fury filled every nerve, every vein in my body and my vision became red.

They weren’t my acquaintances or enemies or allies, they were murderers, Jenna’s murderers.

Joseph and Marcus instantly stood up on their feet as they got familiarized with my presence.

However I knew it didn’t have anything to do with my inherited title but rather with my murderous aura that was leaving me at the moment and making them all gaze at me in awe.

I wasn’t sure if any of them had seen me this angry before.

My unwavering gaze was making it hard for Joseph to keep a firm face; he was budging his eyes from one place to another to avoid a much longer eye contact.