His Luna

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“Where have you all been, stupid?” the lady said, chuckling, seeing her brother and cousins with wounds and fresh blood on their faces and clothes, “You guys are a mess, not lucky enough to hunt your dinner?”

“Shut up, brat,” the man hissed and went to the sink to rinse the blood; it was not their victim’s blood, it was their blood; they almost died while fighting with the man. They stumbled while looking for their meal.

He stopped when he remembered something; the woman’s blood was both familiar and odd, it was so delicious that he wanted to drink until its last drop, but there was something strange with that.

Her eyes were different, and she could conceal her presence; the man didn’t know if it was unintentional.

Also, the man who saved her they have the same blood scent, but the smell of his blood is dominating as the woman. Are they related to each other?

“Wait,” the lady stopped and immediately went to her brother, who was cleaning himself, “What’s that smell? That was fucking delicious,” the lady’s pupil dilated; she was too thirsty with the new scent she discovered; however, her brother wasn’t answering, that made her annoyed, “You selfish bastard! I’ll tell this to dad!” she shouted and run.

So, I’m not the only one who can smell that? I have to meet those two again, they are undoubtedly related, and the man, he’s familiar; I have seen him somewhere.

“Bro, your freaky sister got dinner for us,” one of the rogues excitedly informed the man; while looking at the opened room, two unconscious humans were lying on the floor, half-naked, while the other man was already dead, eyes widely opened, and two holes on his neck.

“Jeez, she always brings douchebags with her; can’t she bring delicious woman? These humans were intoxicated; their blood won’t be that good,”

“That’s her way of hunting,” the man meddled, “Just be happy that you still have food in front of you, don’t be a pussy, and eat,”

“Weren’t you eating with us?” said one of the rogues, and grabbed a handful of hair of one of the unconscious men and immediately bit his neck; he winced upon tasting the bitter taste of his victim’s blood, “This will just lessen my hunger, I haven’t tasted blood that will suffice my thirst, damn it,”

“Well, train hard; for you to hunt a good one, you’ve been avoiding practice; that’s why you always end up with low quality and awful food,”

The man answered him with a laugh, then went out of the room, he went straight to his room, but just before he entered, he felt a pang of pain in his chest, blood started gushing from the stab, and he slowly went up to his stares, only to see his father, with a raging expression.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“You, irresponsible dumbass!” he smirked upon hearing that; he didn’t see that coming; his father usually does it when they are sleeping; he must be outraged this time.

“You shameless fool! Why didn’t you attend your own engagement party?!”

The man was coughing; he held his stabbed chest without removing the little sly smile on his lips; he wasn’t enjoying himself; he just had his reasons, “I told you, Dad, I don’t want to get married, do you badly want to have grandkids? Don’t worry, I’ll get laid tonight,”

His father became more furious with that, “You know that this clan needed them, and you! You will ruin our family! What can I expect from a bastard, nothing,”

“Well,” he wiped the blood from his cheeks, “Sad to say, his bastard is your only hope, as of the moment, so, if you will excuse me, I’m tired and I want to rest,”

“You fucking fool! You will regret this!”

H E N R I C R O I X

“Dude! You came; you’re late to the feast,” Nico immediately said when he saw me entering his hideout, it was two o’clock in the morning, and I wasn’t able to finish my plan since someone kept on bothering me, and I couldn’t just let it ruin my mood, “Go and feast on the table,”

In front of us are tons of blood, it’s sweet blood, it must be from children from middle-class families, their blood was always the best, that’s why vampires’ and wolves’ eyes were really on them.

“Be thankful that I still came,” I snatched his shot glass and drank it; the burning sensation passed through my throat, “Fuck, this is a good one; you hunt a great one,” I stated.

Initially, werewolves were not blood drinkers; however, since we have this kind of org, with delinquent wolves and rogues, we got used to drinking blood, and this became our drugs; I’m not thirsty for blood like most vampires, however, not being able to drink this, makes me uncomfortable, like, I’m missing something.

“Well, I have all the time to observe before I hunt, unlike you,” my forehead creased, “You have no time for this enjoyment since you’re too busy pleasing your father,”

I stood up and went straight to him and choked him; my nails started to dig into his neck, his eyes were turning red, and his fangs began to grow, “One wrong word or move, and you’ll die, your father won’t be able to see his fake perfect son again,”

When I saw that he was nearly losing his worthless breath, I threw him; I heard him hitting the wall, creating a crack; most of his friends were just looking, and some helped him stand up, which he rudely declined.

“Come on, Henri, we all knew that you can’t please your father, and instead of you, Max still got the position of becoming the Alpha,”

“Well, he is supposed to be in that position since he is the son of the late Alpha,”

“But your father technically became his parents; lord Jovani must be thinking that you’re not competent enough to be in that highest position-”

I didn’t let him finish his sword and cut his head from his body without hesitation; the crowd was too shocked to speak. Most of the eyes widened because their favorite bastard would be long gone.

I roamed my eyes, “I will eventually hold that position; I’m not yet prepared to face the reality of life, and I still want to continue being free from any responsibilities,” they all bowed, afraid that if they looked me in the eyes, will be the death of them, “Don’t take it as if, I’m not fit for the position,”

These motherfucker will never learn their lesson without any proper demo; poor Nico, it must be hard for his dad to accept that his only son had his last drink tonight.