Revenge Of A Sold Luna

Chapter Five: Unbridled Jealousy

Bastians Inner Court

“For how long, master?”

“For as long as is required to get her mind made up and ready to attack Dante.”

“But my Lord…”

“No but Evile, otherwise I can only wonder if you have begun questioning my judgement” Bastian responded, cutting her off harshly.

“I’m sorry my master,” she replied, rolling her eyes with her head bowed.

Of course, she questioned his judgement, they all did. It’s been five years since Bastian brought home the werewolf girl. At first, everyone assumed he had brought her back as a specimen to use in understanding more about the werewolf anatomy and how best to kill them quickly. It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened in their thousand years of existence.

However, future events showed they were wrong. Bastian took special interest in the girl, treated her like royalty, and allowed her to roam his kingdom freely, after giving instructions that no one should hurt her in any way.

“Don’t worry Evile, besides, she'll be gone soon,” Bastians whispered into her ears sensually, giving her goosebumps. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she did not observe him walking close to her.

“It's not like I’m worried, it’s just…”she swallowed, afraid to complete her sentence.

“Just what Evile, spit it out…”

“Well, one werewolf is enough, but a hundred werewolves within our lands, I don’t know Bastian.”

“That will be Master to you, Evile. Never forget your place”,Bastian replied with bloodshot eyes.

“I’m sorry master.” she once again bowed her head, avoiding his eyes.

Bastian took short gulps of air to calm himself down. “Like I said, you do not have to worry about that, I have it all under control. She trusts me and I’m sure the only concern she has is getting revenge for her people.” He replied, circling her small waist with his hands and pulling her close to him. At that moment Bastian could not resist comparing her petite form to Leila's voluptuous figure.

“Do you understand what I’m saying, Evile” he asked, drawing lazy circles on the small of her back with his hands.

“Yes, yes master,” Evile responded as though gasping for air, her eyes clouded with desire already.

“Good, now come to me Leila'' Bastian captured her lips in a searing kiss, once again wishing it was Leila. Evile was too caught in the moment to care about whose name he whispered.

***

“b***h” Evile thought aloud. Bastian had left after having his way with her. She hated Leila with passion. Why wouldn’t she when she had all the vampire males swooning over her? And that included Bastian.

Before the Werewolf had arrived, her place in Bastian’s life was solid. She was his preferred lover; of course, he kept other lovers, but it was common knowledge that she was going to be his queen. Now nobody was sure anymore. Bastian was so smitten with Leila.

Sure, he still visited her bed regularly, but she was just one of his many lovers now, no special preference. Moreover, whenever he was with her, he never paid attention to her own s****l needs, he only took and gave little. Not to mention that Leila’s name was always at the tip of his tongue whilst cumming in her. It was annoying.

“arrrgghhhhhh” Evile exclaimed holding her head.

***

Bastian made his way towards the werewolf training ground. He had to find Leila, no scratch that; he needed to drink in the sight of her.

Yes, he had his reasons for keeping her alive and helping her with her revenge plans. Of course, he had plans of his own afterwards. However, falling hard for her was never part of his plan. But he couldn’t help it. She had curves in all the right places, a face to die for, not to mention she was strong; probably the strongest woman he had ever met in his 109 years on earth.

Werewolf or not, it was hard not to fall for such a woman.

And so he had found himself amongst the number of Vampire males who wanted Leila as their woman.

There she was, the object of his imagination, she had a sword in her hands as she parried with Kyle and another of her generals. Bastian was spellbound, the speed with which she moved.

"Leila," he whispered.

My Lord, do you want me to call Alpha Leila, the swordmaster who caught sight of him asked.

No, not at all, I don’t want to distract her, she needs to focus on the battle ahead, you all need to. Have her see me when she's done with practice. He replied and walked away after casting one last look at her.

‘My woman’, he thought in his heart.