Destroy My Life In You
Chapter 92: Taming an Angry Pup

Chapter 92: Taming an Angry Pup

A quiet tension filled the night air as Alaric and Luke locked eyes. The fifteen-year-old boy stood his ground, his sharp gaze unwavering despite the obvious difference in power between them. The intensity in Luke’s expression was enough to intrigue Alaric, who found himself amused by the boy’s defiant stance.

It was clear Luke had no idea who he was.

The corner of Alaric’s lips twitched, but he remained silent, simply observing the young unsifted wolf who had positioned himself between Astrid and him.

Luke’s voice was firm as he asked once more, "Who are you?"

His demand was met with a brief silence before Alaric finally spoke, his voice smooth and unbothered. "Alaric."

Luke’s brows furrowed at the name, his expression complicated. He said nothing, but the gears in his head were visibly turning. "Why are you here?"

Astrid, still holding little Zeke and Seth, quickly reached for Luke’s arm. "Luke, don’t be rude," she scolded gently, hoping to ease the tension.

Before she could say more, Alaric spoke again. "It’s fine." His gaze returned to Luke, blank yet oddly patient.

Astrid sighed inwardly before turning back to Alaric. "I apologize for my brother. He’s just... protective."

A glimmer of amusement flickered in Alaric’s golden eyes. He glanced at Astrid before returning his attention to Luke. "Protective, is he?"

Luke’s eyes narrowed, his gaze still locked on the stranger.

Alaric’s gaze then shifted downward to the two younger boys in Astrid’s arms. Zeke and Seth were staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes filled with curiosity. Their innocence was a stark contrast to their older brother’s wariness.

Alaric met Astrid’s gaze again, noting the way she fidgeted slightly, clearly unsure of how to navigate the situation. He could sense her discomfort, not because she feared him, but because she worried about the atmosphere between them.

Understanding her dilemma, Alaric decided to ease the weight off her shoulders. "I’ll be going now. I’ll find you another time."

Astrid looked at him, slightly startled by his sudden decision, but she nodded. "Alright," she murmured.

He held her gaze a second longer before finally turning away, disappearing into the night without another word.

Astrid exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She lowered her gaze to her younger brothers, squeezing their hands gently. "Let’s go inside."

Zeke and Seth eagerly followed, but she soon realized Luke wasn’t moving. She turned back to find him still glaring in the direction Alaric had left. His expression was unreadable, but the dissatisfaction in his stance was obvious.

"Luke," she called.

He didn’t respond immediately.

"Come on, let’s get inside," she urged.

With a reluctant sigh, Luke finally tore his gaze away and followed them inside.

The cottage was dimly lit with a small lamp, enough for little room. There was no furniture, just a simple woven mat laid out in the center. Astrid settled down first, her brothers following suit. For a moment, silence filled the space.

Then, breaking the quiet, Zeke spoke in his small, innocent voice. "Sister, who was that handsome man?"

Astrid let out a soft chuckle, her heart warming at Zeke’s innocent admiration.

Seth nodded eagerly. "Yes, who was that handsome man?"

Luke, on the other hand, remained quiet, watching Astrid intently.

She hesitated briefly before deciding to explain in a way the little ones could understand. "His name is Alaric," she said, keeping her tone light. "And... he’s my soulmate."

The boys blinked, confused. "What’s a soulmate?" Seth asked.

Astrid thought for a moment then nodded saying, "It means we’re destined to be together forever," Astrid explained simply.

Zeke let out a small ’ooh’ in understanding. "Like Mommy and Daddy?"

A faint, bittersweet smile touched Astrid’s lips. She nodded and pinched his cheek affectionately. "Yes, just like them."

Before she could say more, Luke’s voice cut through the moment. "I don’t like him."

Astrid’s smile a little, worry crossing her face but she masked it fast. She turned her attention to her younger brother, gesturing for him to move closer. "Come here."

He hesitated for a moment before shuffling forward, settling in front of her. She then gestured him to turn around, his back now facing her. Without a word, Astrid reached out and gently ran her fingers through his hair, combing through the soft strands in a soothing motion.

Luke remained silent, his posture stiff.

"Why?" Astrid asked softly.

Luke shook his head. "I just don’t."

Astrid continued brushing his hair, her voice gentle. "You shouldn’t judge someone based on first impressions, Luke."

Then, after a pause, Luke asked, "Do you even know anything about him?" His voice was quiet but firm. "Where is he from? What’s his family like? What does he do for a living?"

Astrid’s hands stilled for a moment before she chuckled lightly. She could tell Luke’s protective instincts were kicking in full force.

Should she tell them he was the King? She hesitated.

Instead, she chose her words carefully. "He can take care of me," she said reassuringly. "You don’t have to worry."

Luke, however, wasn’t convinced. He shook his head. "I won’t let him take you away if he’s poor."

Astrid lightly tapped his shoulder. "Don’t say that."

"I’m serious," Luke replied, turning to face her fully now. His expression was firm, eyes filled with concern. "What does he do for a living? Have you met his family?"

Astrid’s heart clenched. She didn’t want to lie, but at the same time, she didn’t want to use Alaric’s status as a reason for Luke to accept him either.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Luke took her hands in his, his small fingers gripping hers tightly. "Astrid?"

She exhaled a slow breath before finally deciding to tell him the truth. "He’s a ruler."

Luke blinked. "A ruler?"

Astrid nodded. "Yes. A King."

Luke still didn’t fully understand. A King? The man did have an odd aura but him being a King, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps the man deceived his sister. "King of what?"

Astrid hesitated. This was the moment of truth. Finally, she said, "He’s the King of the Vampires."

A deafening silence filled the room. It felt heavier in an instant. Luke stared at her, his expression unreadable at first. But then, as the words fully registered, his face darkened.

And with a firm, unwavering voice, he said—

"NO!" His rejection was absolute.

Astrid’s heart sank, hearing his refusal.

Luke’s hands balled into fists. "A vampire? And that too their King?" He shook his head furiously. "It’s not possible." How could he allow a bloodsucking vampire claim his innocent sister? What if he hurt her? What if— Many ifs clouded his mind as he shook his head.

Astrid opened her mouth to speak, but Luke was already standing up, his expression hard. "I won’t let him come near you, sister. Whether he’s the King or not, I don’t care."

His words hit Astrid harder than she expected.

Luke had always been protective, but this... this was pure refusal.

Astrid stared at him, torn between wanting to reassure him and knowing that nothing she said would change his mind in this moment.

She had expected hesitation. Questions. Doubt. But not an outright rejection.

Unknown to them, the King of darkness was still lurking around and had heard everything. Alaric eyes glowed under the dark, a malicious smile across his lips. It seemed he would have to tame the little aggressive pup first.

Alaric instantly left for his palace and the moment he arrived, he summoned his two brothers. Sitting on his throne leisurely, his lips spread widely into an unending smile. He could not get her face out of his mind. Her scent tormented him and he just wanted more. The feeling of holding her in his arms, it was... the best thing ever. Her small body fitted well into his well built masculinity, every beat of her connecting with his entire being.

Alaric grasped his hair messing it crazily. A laughter of madness echoed in the room as he gulped down the dark red liquid from his goblet in one go.

"He has finally lost it. I told you it’ll happen soon and the time has come," Finn whispered to Zander, their eyes locked on Alaric. "What do you think is wrong with him? Don’t tell me he wants to declare war on another Kingdom again? I’d better flee..."

"Shut up!" Zander snapped glaring daggers at Finn, then faced Alaric. "What’s going on with you?"

Alaric briefly glanced at him and was about to ignore him when he recalled something. Clearing his throat, he asked, "How do you tame an angry pup?"

Zander narrowed his eyes in confusion. On the other hand, Finn almost coughed blood.

"Taming? Isn’t your usual method threatening? Or do you it’s old fashioned too?... But since when did you switch to taming? Hahaha! Damn! That’s so... Fine! I’ll shut up." Finn coiled back under Alaric’s nor so friendly gaze.

Alaric sighed, then asked, "So, do you know how to do it?" Addressing Finn.

"Yes, many ways," Finn replied grinning.

"Good. Teach me," Alaric leaned his elbows on his knees, eagerly waiting. "But... brother, when did you get a pet?"

Alaric eyes glowed golden, then a flash of red. "Not so long ago. The two little ones are quite cute, but there’s one... with dangerous claws."

Finn blinked trying to bring one and one together. "You could just take the cute ones and leave the angry one."

Alaric shook his head. "No. She loves them all."

"Huh? She? I don’t understand."

"You don’t need to. Love is not for you after all." With that, Alaric sprang from his seat and left the throne room in a flash.

Finn’s mouth fell open before he turned to Zander. "What is he talk about? I don’t understand."

Zander stood up and straightened his robe. "Love is not for you after all." And he left too.

"Huh???"

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