The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 330: Esmond, long time no see!

Chapter 330: Esmond, long time no see!

Damien struggled against Magnus’s iron grip, bewildered by the strength that Magnus somehow summoned despite his grievous injuries.

With a burst of effort, Damien managed to shove Magnus away, sending him crashing into a nearby piece of furniture, which splintered under the force of the impact.

Wasting no time, Damien lunged at Magnus, planting his foot on the stab wound in his chest. Magnus gasped in pain, the pressure intensifying his agony. "You’re right, Magnus," Damien hissed with a malevolent grin. "I should have killed you. Allow me to correct that mistake now."

Before Damien could inflict further harm, he was suddenly kicked with incredible force, sending him flying into a sofa, which shattered upon impact.

King Esmond stood over Magnus, having arrived just in time to intervene. He dropped to his knees beside his son, his face etched with concern.

"Father," Magnus gasped, his voice strained with pain, "kill him."

King Esmond’s eyes burned with fierce determination as he turned to face Damien, who was struggling to rise from the debris of the broken sofa. "You’ve done enough harm, Damien," Esmond declared, his voice resonating with authority and anger.

The guardians and generals, loyal to King Esmond, had already moved in to defend Alora’s family, taking down the vampires that had accompanied Damien. The scene was chaotic, but the tide was turning in their favor.

Damien, now on his feet, sneered at Esmond. "Esmond, long time no see!" he taunted, attempting to mask his pain with bravado.

Esmond wasted no time. He quickly closed the distance between them and delivered a powerful punch to Damien’s face. The blow was so forceful that Damien’s head slammed against the nearest wall, causing cracks to spiderweb across the surface.

Damien let out a sinister laugh, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement, and retaliated by striking Esmond’s elbow with brutal force.

Esmond grimaced in pain but didn’t back down. "Your reign of terror ends now, Damien," he growled, his voice unwavering. He squared up, ready to deliver another blow.

Damien, recovering quickly, lunged at Esmond with a vicious snarl, but Esmond was ready. He sidestepped the attack and delivered a swift knee to Damien’s midsection, doubling him over.

Esmond then grabbed Damien by the collar and threw him across the room, where he landed on the floor. With his vampiric speed, he reached their when Damien attacked him with the same dagger which he used on Magnus earlier.

However, Alaric intervened, stopping the attack with a powerful gesture. His magic surged through the room, freezing Damien in place, rendering him immobile. Izaak was quick to rush to Magnus’s side, lifting his head gently and providing some comfort.

Alora, having just arrived, fell to her knees beside Magnus. Her hands trembled as she reached for his chest, feeling the warmth of his blood seeping through her fingers. "Magnus," she cried, her voice cracking with anguish.

Magnus, struggling to remain conscious, tried to reassure her. "Alora, I am fine. Don’t cry," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"Stay quiet, Brother," Izaak insisted.

Ralph, assessing the situation quickly, turned to his beta. "I’ll arrange for a healer," he said, his tone urgent. His beta nodded and immediately left to fulfill the command.

Norman stepped forward, his face etched with worry. "Take him to the bedroom," he instructed, looking around for help.

Several guardians moved quickly, carefully lifting Magnus and carrying him toward the bedroom. Alora stayed close, holding his hand, her tears falling freely. King Esmond followed them too.

Izaak and Alaric stood guard outside, ensuring Damien would remain restrained. Lewis approached with a length of enchanted rope, wrapping it tightly around Damien to further secure him, rendering him completely immobile.

"I’ll take him to the central prison," Alaric declared, his tone resolute.

"I’ll go with Prince Alaric," Lewis added, stepping forward to assist.

"Be careful!" Izaak warned, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any additional threats.

Alaric nodded, acknowledging the caution. "We will."

With Damien still frozen and unable to resist, Alaric and Lewis began the task of dragging him away.

Inside the bedroom, Magnus was gently laid down on the bed.

"Why don’t you drink my blood? It will help you recover!" Alora suggested, her voice urgent. She quickly moved her wrist to his mouth. "Drink it."

King Esmond nodded in agreement. "Son, drink the fresh blood. You need it."

Alora glanced around, her eyes landing on her father. "Could you please give me a knife?" she requested.

"I will bring one," Venus said, dashing out of the room.

Magnus’s eyes were closed, his mind clouded by pain. He could hear faint whispers around him but couldn’t make out the words. The pain in his heart was excruciating, and with each passing second, it grew worse.

Alora’s heart ached as she noticed how pale Magnus’s face and lips had become. She prayed for Venus to return quickly.

Finally, Venus reappeared, breathless, and handed the knife to Alora.

Without hesitation, Alora made a swift cut on her wrist.

Izaak remembered his vision of Alora cutting her wrist while crying and had misunderstood its significance. Now, he realized it was to save him.

Magnus, in his semi-conscious state, felt the warm, life-giving blood trickle into his mouth.

Alora pressed her wrist to Magnus’s mouth, opening it to allow the blood to flow freely. She didn’t care how much he needed; her only priority was to save her husband.

As soon as Magnus’s tongue tasted the fresh blood, his fangs instinctively extended, and he bit down hard on Alora’s wrist. He wasn’t fully conscious, driven solely by his primal need for sustenance. Alora’s blood, rich and powerful, fulfilled his every need.

Rhea watched with deep concern for her daughter but knew better than to interfere. Stopping Alora would be wrong; this was the only way to save Magnus.

Slowly, the color began to return to Magnus’s face, and the healing properties of Alora’s blood worked to mend his wounds. Alora winced at the pain but remained steadfast, her love for Magnus giving her the strength to endure.

Magnus couldn’t be stopped. He continued to draw the blood from Alora’s veins with an intensity that showed he was no longer in his right mind. Desperation drove him, and he was lost in the feeling of being happy and satisfied with the fresh blood.