Page 96 of Princess Redeemed
Because I’ve won.
And I sink my teeth into her neck to taste the sweet victory.
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Wolf blood flowsover my tongue and down my throat, but instead of energizing me, it burns.It’s a bitter taste, like vengeance and regret intertwined.Yes, the dark chocolate of the wolf is there, but Eris is part demon, and that flavor overtakes the richness.
Demon blood.
Eris is only half demon.The blood of a full demon would set me on fire from the inside out.
Her body tenses beneath me, and even as her eyes flash with anger, they also hold a strange sense of relief.
I pull away, releasing her from my jaw.There’s no savoring this victory.I spit the blood onto the ground, the taste of it lingering like an acrid reminder of what I must do.
The win is bittersweet.A part of me revels in the triumph, relishes in the validation that I am more than just a half-vampire bound to my father and the blood lust.
Another part of me grieves for Eris.She may be my enemy and fated mate to the man I love, but she’s also a pawn in my stepfather’s game.
We have that in common.
My ultimate beef isn’t with this demon-wolf.
It’s with her king.My stepfather.
She’s not unlike me—trapped between two worlds and not truly belonging to either.
You have no choice.
I’m not sure the thought comes from Alara, my father, or simply myself.
Whoever it is, the sentiment rings true.There’s a reason Alara said I had to kill her.
Eris won’t stop.The demon within her thrives on the ferocity of her wolf half, and she’ll continue fighting until she claims Rogan as her own.
For that to happen, I can’t exist.
The child inside me can’t exist.
“Just do it,” Eris grits out, her voice low and wild.“You have the upper hand, vampire.”
“Your blood tastes like shit,” I retort.
“No one forced you to drink it.”
She’s not wrong.I wipe the traces of it from my lips, looking around?—
I gasp.A silver dagger lies beside me.A gift from Alara?From my father?From the ether?All I know is that it wasn’t there before.
Eris’s golden eyes meet mine, and in them I see a spark of understanding.Maybe even respect.
“Know this,” I say, grabbing the dagger and gripping it firmly.“This wasn’t my choice.It was never my choice.”
Then I plunge the dagger into Eris’s heart.
She growls, grunts.“Fucking vampire cunt!”
Her naked form shakes, shudders, until wolf hair sprouts, her snout elongates, and her fingernails sharpen.
