The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride -
Chapter 337: Thirsty for what?
Chapter 337: Thirsty for what?
"Magnus!"
"Alora!"
Their voices echoed simultaneously through the room, each calling out the other’s name. Their eyes locked, a mix of surprise and longing passing between them. Magnus moved swiftly, closing the distance between them to sit in front of Alora and pull her into a warm embrace.
Alora, however, gently pushed against his chest as she wanted to check on the wound on his chest to ensure he was truly alright. But her gentle push was stronger than she intended, and Magnus stumbled backward, landing on the edge of the bed with a soft thud.
A look of shock crossed Alora’s face as she stared at her own hands, unable to comprehend what had just happened. "I-I didn’t mean to do it," she murmured, filled with confusion and guilt.
Magnus, still reeling from the unexpected force, looked at her with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. His gaze softened as he noticed the familiar blue of her eyes, the same enchanting hue that had always drawn him to her.
Alora moved swiftly, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Magnus’s shirt in a flurry of motion. "Your wound... is it healed?" she asked in anxiety.
Before she could fully inspect him, Magnus caught her hands, stopping her in her tracks. Their eyes met, and she saw the shock etched across his face.
"Aren’t you thirsty?" he asked, his voice laced with an unusual intensity.
"Thirsty for what?" Alora asked and knitted her brows together.
Magnus couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her bewildered expression. "You really don’t know?" he asked, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone.
"What are you talking about?" Alora demanded, her concern for him momentarily overshadowed by her frustration. She dropped her gaze to his bare chest, her eyes widening in surprise. The wound that had so worried her was gone, not a trace left behind as if it had never existed. She ran her fingers lightly over the smooth skin.
"You’re healed," she murmured, a smile spreading across her face. "That’s such a relief."
Magnus was at a loss, his mind whirling with confusion and concern. He tried to piece together the fragments of the situation, but it all felt too surreal.
"Why did you go after Damien? Do you know how scared I was?" Alora’s voice broke through his thoughts. She hit his chest lightly, but even that small action carried an unintended force due to her newfound strength.
Magnus was caught off guard, stumbling back with the impact. His back collided with the wooden pole of the poster bed, which splintered and broke under the force. The ornate roof of the bed came crashing down, and the leg of the bed on their side gave way with a loud crack.
Reacting instinctively, Magnus moved with a speed and agility that belied his confusion. He wrapped one arm tightly around Alora’s lower waist, pulling her close to him. In one swift motion, he flipped her down onto the mattress, shielding her with his body. The heavy canopy of the bed struck his back with a dull thud, but he gritted his teeth, absorbing the blow to protect Alora.
Alora gasped, wide-eyed with shock and fear. "Magnus!" she exclaimed, reaching up to touch his face. "Are you alright?"
Magnus winced slightly but managed a reassuring smile. "I’m fine, Alora. Are you hurt?"
She shook her head, her hands trembling as she cupped his face. "No, I’m fine. I-I... Something is wrong."
Magnus’s laughter rang out, a surprising sound given the circumstances. Alora’s glare was sharp, cutting through his mirth. "It isn’t funny, Magnus. Something is wrong. Even if I touch you, you get hurt!" she exclaimed, frustration and worry evident in her voice. "How did I become so powerful?"
Before Magnus could respond, the door burst open, and Selvina and Tobias hurried inside. Their eyes widened at the sight of the shattered bed, and Tobias coughed awkwardly.
"Princess Alora woke up!" Selvina exclaimed in shock, her gaze darting between the broken furniture and the disheveled pair.
"Tobias, help us get out of here," Magnus commanded, his voice steady despite the chaos.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Tobias responded promptly. He moved swiftly, lifting the heavy, ornate roof of the poster bed with surprising ease.
Magnus climbed out first, then turned to help Alora, guiding her safely out of the wreckage. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her neck in a comforting gesture.
"Princess Alora is awake!" Another servant, who had been near the door, shouted with joy and ran off to inform the King.
Tobias looked bewildered as he surveyed the scene. "How did this happen?" he asked, his confusion deepening as he tried to piece together the unexpected events. "Why is the bed broken? And how is Princess Alora awake so early?"
Magnus exchanged a glance with Alora, who took a deep breath before addressing Tobias. "I don’t fully understand it myself, Tobias. I woke up feeling... different. Stronger. And when I touched Magnus, I hurt him without meaning to."
"Your Highness, aren’t you thirsty?" Selvina asked them.
"Why would I be thirsty?" Alora asked, her confusion deepening. Magnus had posed the same question to her earlier, and she still didn’t understand.
Magnus took a deep breath, his expression softening as he spoke. "Because I turned you into a vampire last night," he said affectionately.
"What?" Alora’s eyes widened in shock.
"Yes," Tobias interjected, still trying to process the situation himself. "Her Highness died after her grandmother stabbed her from behind."
"But I..." Alora’s voice trailed off, her mind racing. She felt no different, no insatiable thirst for blood, no hunger that she had heard vampires were supposed to experience.
"I don’t feel any thirst for blood. If Prince Magnus turned me, shouldn’t I have been asleep for a year? Why did I wake up in just a day?"
"That’s exactly what I want to know. We all do," Magnus stated firmly. He paused, then a thought seemed to strike him. "Push me away," he said, his tone insistent.
"What? Why?" Alora shook her head, refusing him. The idea of hurting him again was unbearable for her.
"Do it, Alora!" Magnus encouraged her. "We need to understand what’s happening."
Alora hesitated, fear and uncertainty clouding her mind. But Magnus’s unwavering gaze and encouragement pushed her to act.
She raised her hands and, with a gentle push, sent him flying backward. Magnus crashed into the wall with a force that shook the room. The impact caused the bedside table to topple over, and the vase on it shattered into pieces on the floor.
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