Chapter 5

Idris’ jaw clenched. Remembering how the bastard almost had Talia if he was a minute late last night made him want to smash something. “I won’t let someone like that douchebag have Talia. I will make her remember me. I will make her choose me.”

Idris did not get to hear Khalil’s answer when he pressed the end call button after hearing Talia moaned as if she was in pain. Because of his inborn abilities as a Vampire, he could still hear the sounds she make despite the distance between them.

He glanced at his wristwatch. It was almost twelve midnight. His men were guarding outside so that no Vampire would be able to get near the San Valentin residence. They had been guarding Talia for a long time now but since Tanner happened to be stronger than them, he was able to pass through the security last night. But now that Idris was here, no other Vampire would come close to her anymore. He would make sure of that.

Idris could not help but feel agitated upon hearing Talia whimpered the second time. What the hell is happening to her? He quickly jumped to the second floor and rushed to her room. He knocked a couple of times but she did not answer.

“Miss San Valentin? What’s happening inside? Are you okay?”

When she kept moaning, Idris had to use his mental ability to control the door lock to open it. He would have broken it under normal circumstances. But he immediately stopped on his track the second he saw Talia. Fire instantly streaked through his blood upon the sight of her in her naked glory while sleeping. It was the sight that he knew would haunt him from now on.

Talia was sweating profusely, her eyes were still closed, and she was holding on to the bed sheet as if her life depended on it. There was a pained expression on her lovely face. She kept tossing and turning while moaning.

“It… h-hurts,” she whispered after a while.

Idris quickly closed the door and lifted the sheets to cover Talia’s body but she removed it right away.

“No, it’s h-hot. It’s so hot I feel like b-burning.”

His jaw clenched. Seeing Talia winced in pain made him want to hunt every single Mage in the world for putting her in this misery. She was feeling this way not because of the temperature but because she was a Breeder. And being one was giving her a hard time. What other women considered as a gift seemed to be a curse for her. He grabbed the remote on the bedside table and switched on the aircon before covering Talia’s body with the sheets again.

Idris sat beside Talia’s bed and wiped her tears. He would have wanted to make love to her right there and then to end Talia’s suffering. It was the only way to remove the pain. But it had to be her choice. At the end of the day, no matter what he does, everything was still up to her.

He was about to stand when she suddenly grabbed his arm. A few seconds later and she opened her eyes. He could tell that she was still sleepy by the way she looked at him.

“You can sleep some more, Miss San Valentin. I will be guarding outside your room so you can rest without worrying.”

Her tears fell. “Stay. I’m scared. Don’t let go of my hand. Please,” she said instead in a croaky voice.

His hands moved right away to wipe her tears as he softly put the strands of her hair behind her ears. “I won’t let go, don’t worry. Go back to sleep,” he said tenderly.

He did not know he had it in him. Before he met her, he didn’t know so many things. He didn’t even know what tenderness was. But here he was now.

After a while, Talia closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Idris glanced at her hand which was still holding his. He sat on the carpet and tried to stop his other hand from touching her. It was torture being in the same room with her and doing absolutely nothing. Being this near her was making him hungry but not for food.

For the past hours, Idris indulged himself in looking at Talia’s face. His fiancée was as hot as hell. She had the face that could take breaths away and the body that could instantly turn men into sinners. And Talia did not have to be a Breeder for that to happen. With her full breasts and tiny waist, there was no sane man who could refuse her. With or without her rare blood, she could easily arouse men and that included him and the Vampires.

His sweet virgin had long blonde waves that complimented her fair and velvety skin. That explained why there were sons of bitches that still approached her even if they knew whom she belonged to. They became confident because they thought that Idris would not be able to leave Britain any time soon. But even if he was away, he made sure that he was still updated about Talia’s life and the people surrounding her. His men would send him a report every now and then that’s why he knew exactly the Vampires who dared to mess with what was his.

He finished all his assignments as quickly as he could so he could return to Talia’s side. And this time, not even the great king Jacob Montecarlo was able to stop him.

Talia had no idea about the countless wild things he wanted to do with her. Ever since her debut, he could not forget her. He couldn’t forget her flavor, her scent, her kisses, and everything about her. But it looked like she did. It was like she trapped him in her vicious spell and had forgotten about it that’s why he could not get out. She was the first woman who ever forgot him after their encounter. His ego was bruised, so was his heart. And he intended to make her pay for it for as long as she lived… if she would have him. He would make sure that this time, she would not be able to forget him.