Forced Bride Of The Vampire Lord

He spoke to her with all his emotions. He was sure that she would be softer. He took a step closer to hug her when she did not respond but then.. The last thing he'd expected was for her to throw the vase on his forehead that made him bleed!

"Bell! That hurts!" he cursed in surprise as She lifted one of the dining stools near the table and launched it at him. He barely bent down in time to dodge it. When he stood tall again, it was to see another stool coming at him. He caught that one, using it as a shield against the next stool until all of them ended up falling over him.

But what was surprising was she was not even using her hands. She was just waving her hands in the air while he was struggling with his breath.

Her speed could compete with pure blood vampires that were known for their speed and agility.

One by one every piece of furniture in the room was already thrown at him. While he kept dodging and running most of the time.

"Are we done now?" he asked when she looked around but nothing was left. He had broken every part of what she had thrown but before he could celebrate his winning, he noticed she was racing out of the room.

Before she could escape from the house, Rafael dashed after her. But she didn't open the front door. She reached behind towards her room but when he entered all the logs of woods fell over him.

He did not have the time to respond so he could only cover his head with his hands but the logs continued to fall as if it would never end when his head was already full of blood.

"Bell! Do you really want to kill me that much?" he shouted as his healing abilities are not working with the constant attack and he felt dizzy.

Having a bad temper was one thing, but the female in front of him was a merciless psycho. She would not stop until he would get hurt and would not be able to heal himself.

Proving that, he felt a dagger coming this time at his abdomen. Although he jerked away, he only managed to dull the impact of her swing. It still connected hard with his abdomen, making him instinctively bend over as the breath whooshed out of him.

That was when the logs came flying at his head again.

"Did you get your answer now?" she asked in a bold voice. He was sure there was a smirk on her face though he was not able to see it.

"Will you leave now?'' She gave him another chance, finally stopping the logs from falling over him.

The cut she had made on his abdomen had already healed but the injuries on his head were still bad when she felt him rubbing again and again.

He tried to catch her hands and yanked her towards him. But just when he reached it to her, she snapped her fingers and disappeared only to land on the other corner of the room. Only God knew what she was going to throw at him this time.

Now wanting to give her another chance, he ran to her and tried to get hold of her again. He could hear her muttering a spell from afar but before she could complete it. He covered her lips with his palm and put her ears.

When a hard body folded around her and tackled her to the carpet, she growled a string of profanities.

She bit his fingers and then kicked his abdomen with more force than a woman could have. She had just lost it.

"Whoa! What are you doing? I am still the head of the council while witches have no presence or right in our world."; he reminded her as he clamped his hand around her wrist, pinning it above her head. Most of the spells she uses need her fingers, so it would be better to control them first.

Most likely suspecting she would try the same move with her free hand—he would be right—he shackled her other wrist.

"I never knew that you would attack me this way. I thought that we had already passed that time.

It reminded me of the first time when I wanted to feed on you. Trust me, all this exercise and chasing only made me hungry!" his teeth grazed her skin softly as if warning her not to move or he would bite her and suck her blood.

"I was never weak in the past and now.. You do not stand any chance." she muttered as he raised a brow as if challenging her but that was too late.

Before he could ask what she meant, he felt a sharp pain between his legs when he noticed her smirk.

"Do not tell me that you do not want to be a mother anymore. You are not leaving me any choice.

Anne! Do it now!?" A look of confusion filled her face as she looked at him and then at her sister who was sitting on the railing a second ago.

Before she could understand, it was already too late. A sharp pain hit her as she felt her mind getting numb. Her eyes turned heavy and the last thing she noticed was the smirk on the face of that bastard who was holding her in his arms.

"She will kill me when she wakes up!" grumbled Anne as she jumped on the ground and looked at the calm face of her unconscious sister.

"I am the first on her hit list. But am I not taking the chance? She would not forgive me even if I did not try. It would only be better if she would stay with me for the meantime. I will see you back in the palace but I am taking her with me. I need to talk to her before she kills me."