The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 29: I’m hungry

Chapter 29: I’m hungry

The moment Alora’s blood reached Magnus’s mouth, he knew all the control he had on him for not tasting her blood was lost completely. The color of his pupils changed into red ones, his canines grew bigger as he was ready to drink from her.

Usually, it would not happen with him once he would drink the fresh blood. However, Alora’s blood scent was strange. It was as sweet as honey. He brushed away her hair from one side of her neck, exposing it to his fangs. Everything happened so quickly that Alora didn’t even get the time to stop him.

"Ahhh!" Alora whimpered in pain the moment his sharp canines entered her skin. Her eyes widened and her pupils grew larger. Her hands were tightly pressed against his chest, but she didn’t protest.

It appeared that Alora desired him to partake of her blood, not solely because she was now his wife, but because he had bestowed a renewed purpose to her existence. Suppressing her cries, she wished for him not to cease, unlike the last encounter.

Magnus’s mind erupted with the taste of this celestial blood. His eyes deepened to a crimson hue, and an overwhelming pleasure engulfed him, a joy he hadn’t experienced in a long while.

"Your Highness!" Tobias pronounced as he saw Magnus feeding on Alora. He was totally shocked to witness this since Magnus did not look in his right state. Tobias lowered his eyes, thinking Alora might look at him accidentally.

Magnus finally realized what he had done and stopped. He pulled out his fangs and licked that spot to soothe her pain. He met her gaze and saw she had no complaints about it; she didn’t look terrified either.

"You were supposed to call my name," Magnus told Alora.

"I couldn’t," she lowered her eyes for a second. Her eyes lingered on his lips, covered in her blood. Alora lifted her hand and almost touched one of the fangs, but Magnus caught her hand.

"You should have stopped me." The look in his eyes was of complaining. He didn’t like the fact that he drank from Alora. If this would continue, she would be his blood slave rather than a wife. "You should leave Tobias. I’ll see you later," he asserted.

Tobias bowed and left once again, closing the large doors behind him.

Magnus traced her fingers on her neck, where two spots appeared. "Forgive me," he apologized. He never was sorry toward anyone. But for her, he was.

"Why is His Highness upset? Shouldn’t he be happy?" Alora nervously asked. The pain had subsided. She waited for his response patiently.

"You are my wife, not a blood slave. But the moment I taste even a drop of your blood, I lose my control. It should not work this way. I have never acted this way," Magnus explained to her.

"That means we cannot... kiss," Alora said with a low tone.

"What? No!" Magnus chuckled. He flicked her forehead and made her stand up. She caressed her forehead and knitted her brows together.

"I don’t understand, Your Highness. You love blood," Alora murmured.

Magnus left his seat and scoffed, "You wish to die, don’t you?"

"No."

"Then? To please me with your blood just because I married you," Magnus remarked.

"Why is His Highness angry?" Alora murmured and lowered her head.

"I’m hungry. Can’t you see? Your blood makes me crazy!" Magnus loudly said, feeling frustrated and annoyed. He let out a deep breath and asked Alora to have her breakfast. He handed her the blindfold and walked out of the dining hall.

"I cannot understand why he is angry at me." Alora sighed and went back to her seat. She heard Tobias, telling her they would serve her the food.

Alora kept her head down until the servants finished setting the table with breakfast meals. Once they left, she had her breakfast in silence.

On the other hand, Magnus was now present in his private chamber. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, his one leg resting above the other.

"Why does her blood affect me? I would not have stopped if Tobias hadn’t called me out," Magnus mumbled.

"Is everything good, Your Highness?" Tobias’s voice fell into the Prince’s ears. "I apologize for intruding on you," he stated.

"Tobias, is it normal for me to feed on Alora’s blood without even realizing what I was doing?" Magnus was unable to search for a satisfactory answer to this.

"His Highness never did something like this before. I should not be saying this, but if the prince allows me, then I may speak," Tobias asserted.

"Speak," Magnus allowed him.

"Her Highness Princess Alora has cursed eyes. The Prince cannot deny the curse. I feel even her blood has something magical, which makes His Highness lose his control. However, the strange thing is that her blood’s scent is only unique to you," Tobias explained.

"Who cursed her?" Magnus asked.

"I heard it was a witch, Your Highness. Only Princess Alora’s mother can tell about this," Tobias pronounced.

"Bring her here. I would like to speak with her," Magnus instructed him. "I feel hungrier after tasting Alora’s blood," he mumbled.

Tobias had never seen the Prince getting this vulnerable. Was it an indication of something worse on Magnus’s way? He hoped the prince remained safe.

"I will send the blood for His Highness," Tobias stated and walked away.

Magnus closed his eyes, trying to move his thoughts away from Alora’s blood. He tapped his shoe against the carpet; his throat getting drier. The first time he drank from Alora, he didn’t feel this way. Though he was hungry, but at the same time, he somehow wasn’t bothered. However, now, his mind was occupied with Alora.

"I’ll kill her at this rate," Magnus murmured.

"Here is the blood, Your Highness," the maidservant arrived soon and forwarded the tray toward him. Magnus picked up the silver glass. He finished the entire blood within a few seconds and licked his canines, followed by the lips.

He placed the glass on the tray and the maidservant walked away.

Magnus laid his head back and peered at the decorated ceiling. "What did a witch exactly do to her?" He pondered.