Taming My Vampire Prince After Rebirth

Chapter Two-2

Not far away, Selena had just been hastily cleaned up by her maids—barely presentable, at best.

As for her hair, it could only be temporarily concealed with a shawl.

When she heard the old steward utter the name "Ella," her eyes shifted abruptly, and a cold smile involuntarily curved her lips.

She had long investigated every person around Ryan and knew full well of this Ella's existence.

This Ella was a blood slave kept within the castle walls—Ryan's most favored one.

"Favorite? So what? She’s still just a blood slave. Oh, and I hear she's quite beautiful—more so than I am. Hmph! How could such lowly trash be worthy of comparison with me?"

Selena dug her nails into her palm.

She turned her head and whispered to her most trusted werewolf captain of the guard, "Have our people search for her, too. Find her faster than the blood clan does."

The captain bowed his head, his eyes sharpening with a sudden cold gleam. "Understood!"

Selena's voice dropped further, laced with ruthless intent. "Once found, don't bring her back. Dispose of her immediately. Remember, the body must be cleaned up thoroughly."

The captain nodded in agreement before retreating silently.

Selena adjusted her shawl, a cold smile curling her lips.

…

Due to the sudden explosion and fire in the castle, the kitchen was having been completely obliterated,

The scheduled banquet was naturally postponed.

This suited Selena perfectly. After all, in her current disheveled state, attending the banquet would be worse than death.

Under the pretext of "needing to tidy her appearance," Selena departed the castle with her werewolf guards. They headed for the most luxurious hotel in the heart of the City of Shadows.

Moonlight Hotel, Penthouse Suite.

11:00 PM.

Fresh from her bath, Selena stared at her reflection, lamenting the scorched strands of her hair.

Knock knock.

The door suddenly rattled with a knock.

She frowned, having not ordered room service.

Approaching the door, she peered through the peephole to find the hallway deserted.

Selena gripped the doorknob warily, slowly pulling it open…

A burst of flame suddenly appeared before her eyes, vanishing just as abruptly.

Selena stumbled back in fright.

But the instant the flame vanished, a man's hand materialized from the void, clutching a crimson rose.

Selena paused in surprise, then giggled coyly, teasing, "Why did you take so long…"

Before she could finish, her lips were silenced.

Simultaneously, he stepped forward, wrapping one arm around her slender waist as he pulled her inside, then swiftly closed the door behind them.

He pressed her forcefully against the door panel. Selena tried to protest, but her words dissolved into muffled whimpers.

Soon, however, those whimpers turned into moans of surrender.

They kissed wildly, their hands urgently exploring each other's bodies.

The man tore open the sash of Selena's bathrobe while Selena undid the buttons of Rhys's shirt.

Their clothes fell piece by piece onto the carpet as they stumbled and rolled onto the bed.

Bodies tangled, breaths grew heavy, the mattress groaning under the weight.

This fierce battle raged on until late into the night, when the room finally fell silent.

The man leaned against the headboard, holding a stemmed glass. The liquid inside was a viscous crimson, carrying a potent, metallic scent.

He savored it slowly, as if relishing the moment.

Selena nestled in his arms, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers.

"You just stood there while my hair was burning," she murmured reproachfully. "My hair was on fire, and you just stood there watching."

The man smiled, though the warmth was missing from his expression.

"If I'd intervened for you in that situation?" he continued after a sip of the blood. "Ryan would've known our relationship immediately. The plan isn't complete yet—we can't take risks."

The man was Rhys, Ryan's half-brother.

Selena snorted but held her tongue.

"Tomorrow's dinner…"

Rhys set down his cup, his fingers twirling a lock of her damaged hair. "You must prepare well. Show off all your charm. It's crucial for our plan."

"Why?"

"Because of my brother, Ryan. He never agreed to this arranged marriage. I had to persuade those old fools, then pressure him in the name of the Council. Only then did he reluctantly agree."

Selena frowned. "So I have to curry favor with those old fools, too?"

"For now."

Rhys rolled over to pin her down, his voice seductive. "Once the marriage is secured, once I overthrow Ryan and claim the throne, then the entire Dark World will be ours. Those old fools? I'll send them straight to hell, one by one."

As he spoke, his fingers slid lightly over her collarbone—a touch that felt like caressing, yet also teasing.

Yet Selena didn't seem aroused by his words. Instead, her eyes flashed with sudden brilliance.

For power. For status.

She could already picture it—her next to Rhys, every race bowing before them.

Unable to contain her excitement, Selena leaned in and kissed Rhys.

His response was fiercer, his hand sliding between her legs.

"Wait… we shouldn’t… I’m not protected…" she gasped softly.

Rhys's movements only grew more forceful.

"Is pregnancy so bad?" he murmured against her ear with a low chuckle. "Our child will be the king of two races. The ruler of the Dark World."

Moans filled the room once more.

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