Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Forty Three: Lisa

"Promise me." She solicited continuously with her beseeching eyes.

There was a hope and fright, not to mention an agape love of a mother for her child. She wasn’t leaving until my words pour out in a credible pledge.

"I promise I won't let any harm come his way." And she approved to leave only after she could see the grit in my eyes.

I wasn't giving up on him, with her gone he was my responsibility and mine to take care of. He was my little knight.

The frozen blustery weather of the Immortal Dominion—that was what it was known as—shook all of our courage although the men were still hell-bent on getting everyone out of there.

I was thankful to Malcolm for believing my word; without his help I could’ve never gotten everyone out of this hellhole.

Rory, Malcolm and Merida blessed me with their last glimpse and I realized it at the moment, I’d only meet them in the afterlife.

This life of mine was sealed to a demon and he was about to destruct it with all his might.

I returned their apprehensive glances with a docile smile. Rory who was always mean to me, anyone could tell that she was hurting watching me stand there and wave them goodbye but we all had diverse plans, different journeys.

Theirs had started from this hour and mine was yet to come.

It was absolutely crazy and idiotic of me. Maybe I was wrong or maybe not. But guess what? No one cared.

No one knew what happened in the late hours of midnight, what had taken place in the ominous corners of the isolated cells. And the harsh waves crashing on the shores did a good job in concealing any evidence of the escape.

I had it all to my advantage or so I'd thought.

The door opened with a loud bang, almost hitting the wall on the other side.

I promptly stood up from my bed and interrupted my train of thoughts to perceive an exceptionally incensed king towering over me and my bed.

The next moment without my consent I was pinned against the wall and he was leaning in on me.

His breaths were washing on my face and the odor of blood created unrest in my mind. His fangs elongated and the further evidence of his breakfast hit me like a wrecking ball.

I struggled to free myself from his firm grip around my neck; he was going to strangle me to death soon.

I coughed unfeasibly, my hands already losing the potentiality to fight and hung loose on the both sides.

My face had gone red and I could tell his hands were going to leave some imprinting. Before he could cause any further damage, he desisted from his action.

I coughed as I lost balance, trembled and fell on my knees in futile attempts to regain my breaths.

I’d sincerely expected him to be an irate bloodthirsty vampire after last night but not to this extent, not much so he could actually kill me.

He grabbed a handful of my hair at my nape and tugged my head up to meet his length.

I screamed from his austerity and pain that erupted in my head, he wasn’t going gentle, he was torturing me.

I was still trembling from the shock as I dared to look into his lustrous scarlet eyes and his flared nose didn't help in the process of regaining my sanity.

However, before he went out of his mind, he let me go.

"Get dressed and meet me in twenty minutes." He dismissed and he walked away.