14: 14 A Kiss

14 A Kiss

Since Bud took some of the men back to the palace to deliver the news, our return to the palace had been less urgent. Alen drove slowly in front of the carriage, while I and my master, Kral, read in the carriage. But the difference is that he is always enjoying the book, and I am the opposite. In order to understand that little book, I have been flipping through the dictionary to understand some unfamiliar words.0

My father's Pack is not known for being powerful, so not all werewolves are good at reading and writing in our pack. When I was a child, my mother gave me an elementary education, so I know some spelling and basic vocabulary. After my mother died, I lived under Bernice's torment. My father did not find me a governess, and I gradually lost the opportunity to continue my education.

But the situation has changed now. I am dealing with the Royal Lycans, a group of well-educated people.

I sighed a few times, and a pair of long and strong hands took away my book.

"Tell me, as Alpha's daughter, why are you so clumsy with such rudimentary literacy?" Kral arched an eyebrow and stared at me with disgruntled eyes.

I couldn't raise my head under his stare and pursed my lips uneasily. How am I gonna tell him about my terrible childhood? I was a child abandoned by my father. When Alpha's daughter is mentioned in the Red Moon Pack, it's only Bernice that comes to everyone's mind, not me.

"Sit over here, I'll show you." A deep word came into my ear.

I looked up in amazement and saw nothing but the calm eyes of Kral.

Strange, I thought. His Highness had always been a proud man, but now he was willing to teach me.

"You are the future Queen. I don't want you to lose face in the palace. Those people are not easy to deal with."

Kral took the book in my hand. The sunlight from the glass window shone on his handsome face, and his golden eyes sparkled with noble air.

I sat there in silence, thinking that my expression had been seen through by him again. He always seemed to be able to read my mind at a glance, but I couldn't read his mind, which was a bad feeling.

"One of the royal rules: it is forbidden for members of the royal family to attack each other..."

A deep, sexy voice rang in my ears, like a cello playing in the moonlight. I looked at the book in his hand, and even though he was sitting on the soft cushion, he was serious and alert, as if he were ready for any unexpected challenge. I sat next to him, the faint scent of a special smell enveloping me in my breath. The smell reminded me of the first time I saw him. When he carried me away under the gaze of so many eyes at the party, the most impressive thing for me was his scent.

"Pa!" The book was closed.

"What are you thinking about?" Kral suddenly bent over me, his long eyelashes almost touching mine.

I shivered, my chin lifted by two fingers, and the embarrassment of being caught while I was distracted made my hair stand on end.

I blinked awkwardly. My ears began to redden. I smiled guiltily. "I think you have a lovely voice, master."

It was the first time I had ever called him master so willingly and consciously, and my eyes began to wander from him, and he squinted at me like a wolf in the grass trying to figure out how to apprehend its prey perfectly.

I had known that His Highness had a strange attraction to me, and I should have stayed away from him, I thought to myself.

"Hyah! Hyah!" The carriage suddenly sped up.

"You better be..."

Kral began to speak, but before he could finish his words, the carriage swerved and stopped. I was out of control of my inertia and threw myself into his arms. Then I felt his face magnify before me.

A soft, moist feeling came from my lips, and our breath interlaced with a slight heat. I watched his pale golden eyes darken, his hands propped up in front of me, forming a single, cramped space in the wide carriage, and I seemed to be the only slave in that space.

We had an unexpected kiss.

My face flushed, blood rushed to my cheeks, and Kral's slightly opened lips and teeth seemed to be stuck in mine. The veins in the back of his hand, which was propped up beside me, bulged as if he were holding back something.

My head was wrapped in the soft fur of the carriage, and Kral's eyes were fixed on my burning face and ears. A flame flickered in his pupils. My head was already full of tension and embarrassment, and sweat was oozing out of my clenched palms.

"Your Highness? Are you all right? "

Alen's voice came from outside, interrupting the awkward air between us. Kral backed away, fresh air rushed in, and our distance widened. My confused brain finally became a bit clear. I pushed Kral away, holding my hand, and sat back down in a panic.

The door of the carriage was opened, and Kral looked at me and turned to get out of the carriage. I heard their voices.

"What's going on? " Kral's voice suggests exasperation.

"Your Highness, I don't know why there's a trap in front. According to the map, we'd been following the path to a deserted place. It's strange. I suspect someone is waiting for us. And there are some strange smells in the air.

"Vampires," Kral said calmly, using the words Alen had not spoken.

"There are not many of them," Alen said, quickly thinking about the chances of winning the conflict.

"We can't let them take advantage of us," Kral turns and shouts at his soldiers, "Cast a shield around the carriage!"

After shouting orders, Kral turned to me." Keep quiet. Whatever happens, do not come out!"

He slammed the door shut without waiting for my answer. A thunderous high-pitched giggle shook the ground. I clapped my hands to her ears.

Vampires? We werewolves haven't heard of vampires in a long time.

I've known since I was a little girl that we werewolves used to fight vampires for space a long time ago. Unlike our other enemies, like humans, our war with vampires is much more bitter. The vampire royal family has created an army of powerful dragon riders and church officials who use silver and holy water to target us. Over centuries, after countless bloody sacrifices in the struggle, werewolves occupied the forest, the vampires built a city-state. Werewolves and vampires secretly made a non-aggression pact.

Thud, thud.

With every giggle, the carriage shook.

I huddled in a corner of the carriage, biting my finger to make no noise. Why would a vampire attack a royal family? What do they want? Before I knew it, the sound of fighting outside made me tremble again.

"Stop them!"

There were rapid and angry shouts outside. I smelled the stench of decay and blood. The sounds of weapons colliding became louder and louder. I knew the conflict was going on around the carriage. I did not dare look out of the window, but clung to myself so that I would not stumble in the rocking of the carriage.

Thump, thump.

Suddenly, there was a slight rustling on the roof, and I covered my mouth and held my breathing. I carefully identified the sound, but it soon disappeared.

What happened?

Just when I was trying to find something to defend myself, a strange face suddenly appeared on the window.

It was a gaunt face, with sunken cheeks and gray-rimmed eyes. I was so frightened that I forgot to scream.

"Fresh blood!" Said the man, taking a deep breath in intoxication, then speaking darkly, his fangs glistening in the moonlight.

Before I could make a sound with my big mouth, his thin hand came in. I tried to get rid of him. But the carriage was rocking violently here. I feel the Earth and the sky spinning.

Bang!

I was thrown out of the carriage and fell to the ground.

"Delia!"

Before I fainted, I saw the vampire's face and Kral running towards me.

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