IMMORTAL: THE ALPHA KING'S GOLDEN BLOOD

CHAPTER- 4

FREYAH

Gillian still lies unconscious.

Yet I refuse to lose hope. I know he’ll wake up soon… he has to.

My thoughts keep circling back to the words of my other self, the Vampire King. Only he holds the truth about why my memories of my family were taken from me, why there are things I can't seem to control… like how we suddenly ended up here in this mansion, without warning or reason.

But how can I find him? How can I call someone who said he’d only appear when Gillian and I are in danger?

For now, I want to stay. This mansion, these walls, these faces, feel achingly familiar, even if my mind refuses to remember them.

My heart insists they are my family.

Still, I can’t risk their safety.

That’s why I’ve made up my mind.

Tonight, when darkness settles and everyone’s asleep, Gillian and I will leave this place.

Once again, my gaze drifted to the man lying before me.

Still no sign of life. His skin remained cold, his lips drained of color.

I refused to give up hope, no matter how faint it felt. The Vampire King’s words echoed in my mind: there’s no certainty… it could take days, weeks, months, or even years before he wakes.

Tears blurred my vision as a tight, aching pressure gripped my chest. It felt as if something invisible was squeezing the breath out of me. The words I once read in a book came rushing back, how true they were: you only understand a person’s worth when they’re gone.

And you only realize how deeply you love them when you fear they’ll never return.

“Freyah, are you there?”

The voice jolted me back to reality.

I quickly rose to my feet, brushing away the tears that betrayed me.

They mustn’t see him… mustn’t see Gillian.

Or rather… Archie.

I clutched the pendant around my neck, holding it as if it could lend me strength. My gaze lingered on the man lying motionless on the bed.

Then, in the stillness of the room, his body began to fade, slowly, silently, until all that remained was the crumpled comforter, dimly lit by the shadows of night.

Swallowing hard, I turned toward the door and opened it just enough for Brother Troy to step inside.

He offered me a small, awkward smile, one that barely masked his unease.

“Come in, Brother Troy,” I said softly, forcing my trembling voice to sound calm. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Ahm…” He scratched his head, eyes darting toward the hallway. “There are people outside the mansion. They’re… looking for you.”

A chill crept up my spine. I forced a neutral expression. “Who are they?”

“They didn’t say,” he answered, lowering his voice. “But they’re all dressed in black, like they came from somewhere far… maybe even dangerous.”

My heartbeat quickened. “Did you tell them I was here?”

He shook his head. “No. I told them you passed by last week.”

“And what did they say?” I pressed, trying to mask the growing fear in my tone.

“They didn’t say much,” Brother Troy murmured. “Mommy invited them to rest in the garden. They’re there right now.”

“Brother Troy… where’s Daddy?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“He’s in the library,” he said. “I think he’s working on something. Do you want to talk to him?”

“Yes,” I replied, my chest tightening. “And I want you to come with me. There’s something I need to tell both of you.”

He studied my face, concerned with the flickering in his eyes. “Alright then. Come on, let’s go see him.”

“But… could you close your eyes first?” I asked softly.

His brows lifted in confusion. “Why? What are you planning to do that I’m not supposed to see?” he teased, a crooked smile forming on his lips.

“I’ll explain later, once we’re inside the library,” I said, fingers unconsciously finding the pendant at my throat. Its cold surface seemed to pulse faintly against my skin.

“Okay, fine,” he said with a chuckle. “But hurry up. You know I’m not exactly patient.”

I nodded. The moment his eyes fluttered shut, I took his hand in mine and closed my own.

Within seconds, the surrounding air shifted, weightless, humming. My stomach lurched as the world dissolved into a blur of shadows and light.

When I opened my eyes again, we were standing inside the library. The scent of old books and candle wax filled the air, grounding me just enough to breathe.

I turned toward my father, who looked up from his desk in surprise. My heart pounded against my ribs, but I steadied myself. They had to know the truth, before it was too late. Before those creatures pretending to be human found a way in.

“D-Dad…” I began, my voice trembling. “May I speak with you? With Brother Troy too?”

Daddy lifted his gaze from the laptop, his sharp eyes locking onto mine.

I quickly nudged Brother Troy, who still had his eyes shut. When he finally opened them, surprise flickered across his face, followed by confusion, and then a silent What just happened?

“Freyah, what is it you want to talk about?” Daddy asked, his tone calm but curious. He gestured toward the long sofa across from him. “Come, both of you. Sit.”

We obeyed quietly. The room was thick with an unspoken tension. I could feel Brother Troy’s gaze lingering on me, searching for answers I wasn’t sure I could give.

“Um… Dad, Brother Troy,” I began, my voice trembling despite my efforts to steady it, “I don’t know if you’ll believe what I’m about to say.”

Daddy’s expression softened. “Why wouldn’t we?” he said with a reassuring smile. “You’ve never been the type to lie. And even though you and your brother have different mothers, I know how deeply you care for each other.”

His words cut through me, kind, sincere… and painful.

I drew in a shaky breath. “I… I don’t really remember you,” I confessed. “The day I arrived here, when Brother Troy and I met in the living room, I just went along with what he said. But the truth is… I don’t remember anything. Not even a single thing.”

Silence fell like a heavy blanket over the room. The only sound was the slow, steady ticking of the clock, each second echoing louder than the last.

“Wait…” Brother Troy finally spoke, his voice tight with disbelief. “What do you mean, you don’t remember us?”

I looked at them, struggling to hold back the tears threatening to spill.

“Yes… I don’t remember anyone,” I whispered. “But deep inside, every time my heart beats, I feel that you’re connected to me.”

Daddy’s gaze met mine. The gentle smile he’d worn moments ago had vanished, replaced by a grave, searching look.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying, Freyah,” he said, his voice heavy with confusion and worry. “Unless… you’re telling me you have amnesia.”

“Daddy… Brother Troy,” I murmured, swallowing hard as fear clawed at my throat. “I’m not the same Freyah you once knew. I’m… not even human anymore.”

Their eyes widened.

“I’m a vampire,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “What I mean is… I’m immortal.”

“Freyah!” Brother Troy barked, anger flaring in his tone. “Stop it! Don’t joke about something like that… it’s not funny!”

“I’m not joking!” I cried, shaking my head. “You both know I never lied to you.”

But instead of understanding, I saw something far colder reflected in their eyes, fear. Confusion. Doubt. Slowly, they rose to their feet, their movements cautious, like prey sensing danger.

“The people outside,” I continued, forcing my voice not to break, “They’re not ordinary humans. They’re monsters wearing human faces, creatures who want to kill me.”

I took a deep breath, the weight of truth pressing down on my chest.

“Because I’m the last golden blood… of the fourth generation.”

“F*ck! Stop this nonsense, Freyah!” my Brother Troy exploded, his voice echoing through the room. His anger cracked, revealing a flicker of fear beneath it. “I don’t believe a single word you’re saying! Vampires aren’t real, they’re stories, myths! Maybe you’ve just been watching too many vampire movies, that’s why your mind’s full of this cr*p!”

“Brother Troy,” I said softly, taking a hesitant step toward him, “I’m telling the truth.”

He glared at me, his jaw tight.

“Earlier, remember what happened in my room?” I pressed on. “I told you to close your eyes. I took your hand. And when you opened them, we were already here… in the library. How do you explain that?”

His expression faltered. “Y—Yeah… but… how did you do that?”

I drew in a shaky breath, my heart pounding. “Like I said, I’m not the same Freyah anymore. Do you remember when I became a second-year student at Golden Academy? When did my hair start turning golden red?”

Daddy finally spoke, his voice calm but trembling at the edges. “Yes… we were told it was caused by your illness. That’s why we took you to Alazca City for treatment.”

“Daddy…” My voice broke as I met his eyes, desperate for him to understand. “Please. Just listen to me… both of you.”

I pressed a trembling hand against my chest, feeling the pendant’s pulse against my skin.

“I’ll tell you everything,” I whispered. “From the day my hair turned golden red… to the moment I realized I was no longer human.”

They both fell silent.

I could see the doubt etched across Daddy’s face… but beneath it, in the depths of his eyes, flickered something else. Fear. And sorrow.

“O—Okay…” he finally whispered, his voice trembling. “We’ll listen.”

I drew in a deep breath and began to speak.

Slowly, I told them everything… each fractured memory that had returned to me, every truth I’d buried deep inside my heart.

With every word, the weight on my chest grew heavier, pressing until I could barely breathe. Tears slipped down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying.

Their faces mirrored the storm in my soul… fear, confusion, disbelief.

And at that moment, a painful truth pierced through me: it hurts far more to see the people you love fear you than to endure any wound from battle.

When I finally finished, silence swallowed the room.

Daddy sat motionless, as if the world had stopped around him. Brother Troy just stared at me, wide-eyed… his muscles tense, ready to run if he had to.

“D-Dad… Brother Troy,” I said softly, forcing my trembling voice to steady, “As I told you before… I’m not a vampire who drinks blood. I don’t harm humans.”

I took a deep breath, clutching my pendant as its faint warmth pulsed against my skin.

“I… along with the Vampire King of the Third Generation, am a protector. We defend the innocent… from those who twist their power into darkness.”

Daddy drew in a shaky breath and slowly shook his head.

“I… I don’t know if I can believe you, Freyah,” he whispered, his voice breaking as tears slipped down his cheeks.

I turned to my Brother Troy. His eyes brimmed with fear… but behind that fear, I saw something else. Pity. Confusion. The ache of not knowing whether to run or reach out. Soon, his tears followed his father’s.

“Dad… Brother Troy,” I pleaded, my voice trembling as I fought back my sobs, “Please… Don't be afraid of me. There’s something else I need to tell you… but before that, I need you both to come with me. To my room.”

“W—What is it, Freyah?” Daddy asked, his tone fragile, uncertain… like he was afraid of what I might say next.

“It’s about Archie,” I answered softly. “But as I said earlier, I’ll explain everything once we’re there.”

Brother Troy suddenly spoke, trying to sound calm though his voice quivered. “H—How can we be sure you’re not… going to bite us?”

A faint, sad smile tugged at my lips. “If I wanted to, I would’ve done it earlier,” I said gently. “But I don’t drink blood… and I don’t kill. That’s forbidden for someone like me…golden blood.”

Silence fell once more, heavy and fragile.

Then, slowly, Brother Troy nodded. “O-Okay… we’ll trust you.”

He stepped closer, his hesitation clear in every movement. Daddy followed, still uncertain but unwilling to turn away.

And as I looked at them… my family, torn between fear and love… I knew there was no turning back from the truth I was about to reveal.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “Now, both of you… take my hands… and close your eyes.”

I extended one hand toward them, the other clutching the pendant at my neck so tightly it almost hurt. The moment their hands touched mine, a faint warmth spread through our joined palms.

Then came the sound, the soft hum of wind swirling around us, rising and falling like a whispered spell.

A heartbeat later, I felt it again, the weightless pull, as if gravity itself had let us go.

When I opened my eyes, we were standing in my room.

“We’re here,” I murmured.

They both opened their eyes… and froze.

“Oh, sh*t…” Daddy breathed, his eyes wide in disbelief. “It’s real… like magic.”

I didn’t answer. My focus was already drawn to the bed. I gripped my pendant tighter as shadows began to shift across the sheets.

Slowly, a figure took shape, faint at first, then solid.

Gillian.

Or rather… Archie.

“Archie!” Daddy and Brother Troy shouted at the same time, their voices echoing with shock and confusion.

Before I could speak, a voice broke the silence… deep, sorrowful, and distant.

“He’s dead,” I said softly. “The people downstairs… they need the two of us.”

My Brother Troy stumbled back, eyes wide. “Wait,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “You mean… he’s like you?”

I took a slow breath, forcing my voice to stay calm. “No,” I said quietly. “He’s a werewolf… the prince destined to inherit his father’s throne, the Alpha King.”