The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride
Chapter 401: Izaak’s Past 1

Chapter 401: Izaak’s Past 1

"Your Highness, I want to know about your past," Melody said softly, her head resting against Izaak’s bare shoulder. "I’ve held back from asking for a long time, but I feel it’s time I understood that part of your life."

Izaak gently stroked her hair, his gaze meeting hers. He had always longed for someone to listen, someone with whom he could share the weight of his memories. For years, he had hesitated to speak of his past, unsure if Melody would ever need to hear it.

"My first wife," he began, his voice low, "was Arabella. She was the one who fell for me first, relentlessly pursuing me until I finally gave in. Back then, my life revolved around aiding my father in building this kingdom from the ground up. It was a dark time—the kingdom was still reeling from the endless battles we had endured. The burden of restoring it fell heavily on my shoulders."

**Flashback Begins**

"Your Highness, a rogue werewolf has been wreaking havoc in the town," Zerah informed urgently as he handed a parchment to Izaak. "There have been numerous casualties—humans, even vampires. Prince Alaric sent this message."

Izaak unfolded the parchment, his expression hardening as he read.

"This isn’t an ordinary werewolf," Zerah continued gravely. "He’s an alpha, which explains why even the vampires haven’t been able to capture him yet. His power is beyond anything we’ve faced."

"We need to act quickly. I’ll head to the forest at once to track him down," Izaak said firmly, already strategizing.

"But, Your Highness, it’s too dangerous to go unprepared. We haven’t even assembled our forces," Zerah warned, anxiety creeping into his voice.

Izaak looked out into the distance, his mind made up. "If we wait, more innocent lives will be lost. We can’t afford delay. "I can take down the werewolf easily. The sooner we find him, the better," Izaak said with unwavering confidence.

Zerah, knowing the prince’s determination, chose not to argue. He silently followed as they ventured into the forest. The woods were eerily calm, almost too peaceful, and there was no sign of the werewolf’s scent in the cold air around them.

"Your Highness," Zerah hesitated for a moment, glancing at the quiet expanse before them, "perhaps it would be better to search in the morning. We could—"

"Why don’t you stay quiet?" Izaak cut him off, his tone firm but not harsh. Without waiting for a response, he continued southward, the crisp winter air biting at their faces as the dry leaves crunched beneath his boots.

Izaak turned to Zerah, his voice low and commanding. "Stay here. I’ll go ahead."

Before Zerah could protest, Izaak vanished into the shadows, disappearing from sight. The deeper he ventured into the forest, the more the air changed. After a while, he stopped, his senses sharpening. The faint scent of blood hung in the cold air—a human’s blood.

Following the trail, Izaak soon came upon the lifeless body of a man sprawled on the ground. His eyes darkened as he knelt beside the corpse, inspecting the gruesome wound on the neck. It wasn’t a clean bite like that of a vampire—no, this was savage, brutal.

The scent lingering around the wound was unmistakable.

"A bloodthirsty alpha," Izaak murmured uder his breath. The fresh blood still glistened under the moonlight, confirming that the kill had happened not long ago.

He stood up, scanning the area for any signs of the werewolf. It was close—too close—and Izaak knew a deadly confrontation was inevitable.

Hidden behind the dense bushes, the rogue werewolf watched, its blood-red eyes gleaming with malice. Without warning, it launched itself toward Izaak in a powerful leap, its claws outstretched, ready to strike.

Izaak’s eyes narrowed as he swiftly sidestepped the attack. The werewolf was massive, larger than any he had faced before, its fur matted with grime and its teeth still stained with fresh human blood. The stench of death clung to the beast.

Snarling, the werewolf lunged again, slashing the air with its claws. But once more, Izaak dodged the blow with practiced ease, his movements swift and controlled.

"There’s no point in continuing this fight," Izaak warned, his voice cold and commanding. "Shift into your human form if you don’t want to meet your end here."

His gaze was unwavering as he faced the beast, every muscle in his body ready for the next strike, though hoping the werewolf would heed his words.

The werewolf let out a deafening growl, its roar reverberating through the trees, shaking the stillness of the forest. Izaak clenched his fists, his patience waning.

"Seems like you won’t stop until one of us is dead," he muttered under his breath, preparing for the inevitable clash.

But before the battle could resume, a sharp, feminine voice cut through the air.

"Hey! I’m going to kill you!" the voice shouted.

In the blink of an eye, an arrow whizzed through the air, striking the werewolf from behind. The beast snarled in pain, spinning around to face its attacker. A female vampire stood not far away, clutching a small bow. Her eyes gleamed with determination as she prepared for another strike.

"Why is a woman here?" Izaak muttered to himself, surprised by her sudden appearance.

As the werewolf began to charge toward her, Izaak didn’t waste a second. He moved swiftly, rushing to her side. "You shouldn’t be here!" he hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her back just as the werewolf’s massive form barreled toward them.

As they both crashed to the ground, Izaak winced as pain shot through his back. He barely had time to register the searing agony before his eyes widened in horror—the werewolf’s massive claw was hovering just above them, ready to strike. In a split second, Izaak rolled, pulling the woman with him to dodge the deadly blow.

The werewolf, maddened and bloodthirsty, was relentless, its snarls growing louder as it prepared to end their lives.

Thinking quickly, Izaak shoved the woman aside, sending her tumbling to safety. Without hesitation, he sprang to his feet and scaled a nearby tree in a swift, fluid motion. His hands gripped a thick branch, snapping it free with a loud crack before he leapt down, landing on the forest floor with a resounding thud. The dry leaves scattered beneath him as he bolted toward the werewolf, the jagged branch now clutched tightly in his hand.

With a fierce cry, Izaak thrust the sharpened edge of the branch into the werewolf’s front leg. The creature howled in agony, staggering back, its blood staining the forest floor as it struggled to keep its balance. Izaak stood his ground, watching the werewolf writhe in pain, knowing that this might be his only chance to end the battle.

Izaak swiftly reached into his pocket, pulling out a small flask. Prying off the cork, he wasted no time. With a firm grip, he forced the werewolf’s snarling mouth open and poured the liquid down its throat. The werewolf thrashed violently at first, but Izaak held his ground, his expression cold and focused.

Once the flask was empty, Izaak tossed it aside, watching as the werewolf’s movements began to slow. Its furious growls weakened, and its blood-red eyes gradually fluttered shut. With a final, pained groan, the massive beast collapsed to the ground as he fainted.

Breathing heavily, Izaak stepped back, surveying the scene.

"It’s over for now," Izaak muttered to himself, his eyes still locked on the werewolf, ensuring it wouldn’t rise again.

The female vampire stepped closer, her eyes flashing with determination. "I will kill him now," she declared, her hand reaching for a weapon.

Izaak turned sharply, his glare cold and piercing as he faced her. "This region is forbidden," he said, his voice laced with fury. "Yet, you dare to come here. Do you have any idea how your foolishness nearly got us killed?"

"Who are you to stop me from coming here? My father died because of this beast!" the woman shrieked, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Izaak’s expression remained impassive, unmoved by her sorrow. "Vampires don’t cry," he remarked coldly, his lack of sympathy cutting deep. The woman’s anger flared in response. Without thinking, she raised her hand to strike him, but Izaak swiftly caught her wrist mid-air.

"Watch where you’re swinging your hand!" Izaak’s voice was low and dangerous, his grip firm. "I am no ordinary man, but Izaak Lukeson, the eldest Vampire Prince."

The woman’s eyes widened in shock, realization dawning on her as his name sank in. She quickly withdrew her hand from his grasp, her defiance replaced by fear.

"I—I apologize, Your Highness," she stammered, bowing her head in guilt. "Please, don’t punish me," she begged, her voice trembling as she realized the gravity of her actions.

"Your Highness! I’ve brought our men!" Zerah shouted from the other side.

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The following Chapters in the story will be based on Izaak’s past. It’s going to be emotional ride. Hope you’ll enjoy it.