The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 378: Mark me, Alora

Chapter 378: Mark me, Alora

"We can’t go out today since Father has called for Lewis and his parents. There’s an important event that we need to attend," Magnus explained.

"Oh," Alora said, pouting slightly.

"I promise I’ll take you out later," Magnus assured her.

"That’s okay. Sister Lillian’s pre-marriage function will be enjoyable too," Alora responded. "But did you hear about Griffin? He’s shown interest in Selvina, but she turned him down. She said she doesn’t want to be involved with someone of higher status. I think it’s because of her past experiences."

"Really? That makes sense," Magnus said, his expression thoughtful. "Selvina’s history is quite tragic. She was once deeply in love with a human of high noble rank. Despite their relationship, he abandoned her when she became pregnant. Not only did he sever ties with her, but he also sent men after her to ensure she didn’t survive. That’s how Tobias found her and brought her into my service. Selvina’s reluctance to engage with those of higher status is rooted in that painful history."

"What? She was pregnant?" Alora’s voice trembled with outrage. Her blood boiled at the thought, and all she wanted was to make the man who had wronged Selvina pay. "Did you punish him for what he did?"

"I didn’t directly intervene in those matters," Magnus explained calmly. "However, I did send Griffin to deal with him. Griffin took care of the situation, but I don’t have the specifics since I didn’t delve deeper into the details."

"Who then saved Selvina? Was it you?" Alora asked, her curiosity piqued.

"No, it wasn’t me," Magnus said, shaking his head. "About twenty years ago, I was in need of new servants. Tobias brought Selvina to me. I have a habit of accessing the memories of those who will be serving me closely, and that’s how I came to know about her past."

Alora’s face fell, her concern deepening. "Selvina has endured so much. I never knew about this—she never spoke of it."

"She probably wants to shield you from her pain," Magnus suggested gently. "And you’ve been quick to anger recently. It’s unusual, but I must say, I find angry Alora quite captivating. I enjoy soothing her when she’s upset."

Alora chuckled despite herself. "I saw you talking to Rienna earlier. I thought you’d distance yourself from her after her marriage proposal. I’m still fuming about it. The way she looks at you, the way she smiles—it stirs up a fierce jealousy in me."

"Don’t you know me better than that?" Magnus said, his gaze lingering on her lips. "Only you are allowed to love me, not anyone else. Rienna merely greeted me and apologized for her proposal. She saw your reaction when you ignored her, Darling," he added with a teasing smile.

"I don’t need her apology," Alora replied firmly. "I don’t like women who have their eyes on married men."

Magnus’s smile widened with amusement. He leaned in and surprised her with a tender kiss, his lips brushing softly against hers. As he began to nibble gently, her eyes fluttered open in surprise. "Alora, I actually enjoy it when you get jealous," he murmured between kisses, his voice was both warm and affectionate.

"Do you love making me angry?" Alora asked, pushing Magnus gently but firmly, her hands resting on his chest.

"Yes," Magnus admitted with a playful glint in his eyes. "It makes you look incredibly cute."

"And what about the ache in my heart?" Alora’s voice was soft but carried a hint of sadness.

"Well, I can soothe that ache as well," Magnus said, his tone soothing. He traced the back of his fingers along her cheek tenderly. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her chin, then moved to her throat, his lips barely brushing against her skin.

As he did so, his other hand caressed her breast with a delicate touch. The sensation elicited a reaction from her that he had hoped for.

"Oh, Magnus," Alora murmured softly, her voice barely audible. Her hands clung to his nape as she tried to kiss him, but he deliberately evaded her lips, teasing her with his proximity.

She tilted her head back, a shiver running through her as Magnus’s lips trailed kisses along her collarbone, his touch was warm and insistent. His skilled fingers deftly untied the knots on her gown, letting it fall loosely around her.

"Someone might come in," Alora stuttered, her voice trembling as a soft moan escaped her when Magnus’s teeth nipped at the delicate skin above her right breast. The intimacy of the moment made it quite possible for anyone to walk in, especially since they were in the living room.

With a swift motion, Magnus lifted Alora into his arms, his speed allowing them to reach the bedchamber in an instant. He gently but firmly placed her on the bed, the poster bed creaking under the sudden movement. Magnus’s body pressed down on hers, his presence enveloping her as he settled above her, his gaze locked onto hers with desire.

Alora cupped Magnus’s face with both hands and gently pulled him down, guiding him to lie on the bed. They shared a heated, long kiss. As their lips parted, Magnus’s hands found her back, moving her body above his.

"Alora, you should mark me," Magnus whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. His other hand rested on her bare thigh, holding her firmly above him.

"Mark you?" Alora asked, her eyes meeting his with a mix of confusion and curiosity.

"Yes. Mark me, Alora. Drink my blood," Magnus urged.

"Can I?" Alora questioned, her sudden hunger for his blood surprising her.

"Yes," Magnus confirmed, watching as her fangs elongated. "Trust me, it won’t hurt me. In fact, it will bring me immense pleasure. You are my wife and my soulmate. It will deepen our bond."

He sat up, holding her close, his eyes filled with a deep, and an unwavering trust.

Alora’s gaze shifted to the vein in his neck, and with a mixture of anticipation and reverence, she sank her fangs into his skin. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, filling her with a sense of delight and satisfaction she had never experienced before.

The taste of his blood was intoxicating, and she felt an intense connection as she drank. This was her first time drinking directly from someone, and she was grateful that it was Magnus, her husband.