Chapter 5: CHAPTER 5

The atmosphere around the palace and the kingdom at large had drastically changed. The blood moon was on its way. Probably in a week. In that period, a lot of things happened. There was no exception on who was going to be drained of blood; be it a vampire, animal, or human – everything that had blood flowing in its system. The animals and men died in multitudes while most of the vampires were left unconscious for days.

The city would be outrageous during this season and hiding in homes was not so helpful. Most vampires teleported when they smelled blood.

Thinking of using salt around walls to keep them away was a great idea yet stupid since this was their land. And salt was forbidden. Maybe walk with a cross – for the slaves.

Similarly, in the land of werewolves, the situation was very different except for one thing. The orgy was openly practiced in these communities. No blood was shed in the land of Lycans and most people – eighteen and above – would luckily find their mates. Blood lust for the bloodsuckers and mating season for the Lycans.

Fergus was twenty-one, and he hadn’t found his mate. The sedatives had weakened his system so it was hard to connect with any wolf. And even if he wasn’t chained by the drugs, he was afraid his mate would reject him. He accepted his fate and was fine with being single. Having someone would be great but acceptance was the best thing he could do for himself.

It was nine o’clock in the night, and Alaric was seated on his balcony staring at the mundane sky that was full of dark clouds. He craved the light from the moon since that was the only natural light his skin could stand. His kind were the enemies of the sun. He tried not to stress himself with thoughts but when your mouth is shut, is it possible not to think? He had a lot to deal with – especially the headaches he usually had whenever he tried figuring out – everything.

With all his strength and power, he suffered from migraines and insomnia. It was normal for a leader to lack sleep but the ability not to be able to sleep was the worst feeling. The feeling he was well accustomed to but not used to.

Unlike his father, he was not outgoing. Getting things done and making sure the kingdom’s activities were running smoothly and everything was at peace, was his daily aim and satisfaction. Interactions weren’t and the person he could stand was a total stranger. Someone who was born for him to hate – at least he thought.

His attention reeled to the red roses in huge brass vases that stood on either side of his balcony. He was envious of their radiance – they were full of life and they stood in their full glory. Staring at the red roses for a long time, he thought of Fergus. When Fergus had awoken after his injury and they began squabbling, he slept. That was strange. Funnily enough, he enjoyed it.

The king had wished to drink from his captive but the right time wasn’t due. Fergus needed to be healthy for the feast. He was nice to him but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a beast – a blood-sucking one to be precise. He promised not to kill him by fully draining him but he would have his daily doses and feed him healthily. He was waiting till the blood moon appeared then he could do whatever he wanted.

‘How is he? And what is he doing?’ He thought, prompting him to stand and walk into the room next to his. Fergus was lying in his bed, trembling. His nerve cells missed the effects of the sedatives he usually used. This caused him to writhe in pain due to the addiction the drugs caused to his system. Every morning and night, his parents would inject him. When he was younger, he used to cry but as time went by the body had gotten used to it to the point lack of injection caused him a lot of pain.

“You’re back,” Fergus was relieved. He groaned in pain while trying to turn and face the king. “It has been boring without you,” Fergus said with a smile. He was glad that Alaric was back. The king just hummed and walked towards Fergus who had a look of pain. “I’m in pain, I feel weak and…” Fergus was cut off when Alaric placed a hand on his forehead. From the skin contact, he could feel the pain surging through him and the only way he could make him feel better was by placing his forehead on his and transferring healing to him.

Fergus held a look of confusion but didn’t say anything.  Just as he was about to speak, Alaric placed his forehead onto Fergus’. The Lycan gasped and his heart harshly pummeled against his chest. No one had ever been this close to him and having someone so handsome do this, was probably a dream. “What are you doing?” Fergus’ stuttered. Alaric uttered no word but just looked into Fergus’ eyes.

Alaric’s eyes were red and glowing and he could feel his once faint heart beat with life. It had been decades since someone made him feel the way he did. Regarding his sexuality, he loved every gender therefore sticking his forehead to another man’s was not a big deal. Fergus’ lips seemed plumper and more alluring, his innocent yet daring eyes made him look more inviting.

One had to look away and that was Fergus, but he didn’t. He stared back and the dilated pupil in his blue eye was more evident. He was feeling it. With his heartbeat ringing in Alaric’s ear and his soft breath kissing Alaric’s lips, this was a crucial situation. Their noses were almost touching. Alaric had to be quick or else he was going to lose it.

‘It’s not even in a day yet…’ he was referring to the Blood lust season. The heartbeats were making him thirsty.

Gradually the pain ceased from Fergus’ body and he sighed; blowing air onto Alaric’s face. Alaric hadn’t removed his forehead from Fergus; he was even staring at his lips.

CHAPTER SIX

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