Mating Enigma Of The Luna

Chapter 4

The blood of Indira Lochan has been declared sacred by the Vampire and Werewolf Overlords since at least ten years ago.

Indira returned to the table to find Indira seated there, her face white and distressed. Knowing that she had never shared their talk with anyone else, he chuckled to himself. If she stuttered, who would believe her?

Easton walked up to her. He pretended to hit her with his raised palm, but she was prepared. Indira lowered her chin, gritted her teeth, and tightly closed her eyes. Against a vampire, she would be helpless. To retaliate violently against a supernatural being was illegal.

Easton 's fingers suddenly moved to her neck. Everybody was looking.

Easton cleared his throat and looked around, unsure if his initial impression was true. There was a trick of the light, I'm sure of it. That guy had no chance of being interested in Indira .

Saying, "Why hurt your face now, when I can just hurt you in bed?"

Indira desperately wanted she could just die right then. Again, she heard distant sounds outside, but she figured it was just their family leaving.

As the saying goes, "Get up, we're leaving the festivities."

Indira stayed where she was. Despite her grandmother's repeated beatings, she remained defiant.

Easton would have to use physical force if he wanted to make her do anything. Indira was determined to make Hamlet earn her pain.

I repeat: "You still don't understand your situation."

Indira shrieked as he wrenched her head back, clutching handfuls of her hair. No one in the audience flinched. Her hair was on fire, and her eyes were watering because she was so moved. Even if only momentarily, her rage triumphed over her apprehension.

As Matriarch Lochan cheerfully suggested, "Escort her back to her bed chambers," which is located in the smaller tent next to ours. Time is running out.

"I'll be glad to get a taste before the wedding then," Easton replied, in a sick way.

Eve, the matriarch, seemed stressed. She looked at her grandchild. "Indira , don't forget to wish your suitor a good night."

Suitor? This guy was even older than my dad! Indira , with trembling eyes, complied.

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Going to the bedroom felt like a step towards certain death. She felt like she was being led down the halls like a pig to the s*******r.

The executioner's knife was as cold as Indira’s silver jewelry. Throughout the stroll, she reflected about her father's words. A protective order had been issued for her, but for what reason?

Is that why you killed her? It was around the same time when she lost her grandfather ten years ago. Indira can only remember things up to the age of ten. What really transpired with her? To those closest to her? Did... she do it?

Indira fumbled and mumbled, "my blood." "Um," she began, "I-I think you—"

"I don't care what you think," Easton huffed.

Indira’s mind wandering had not stopped.

Indira’s secret skills were better known than originally thought. Is that why they banned the use of Indira’s blood?

What would the public do once they found out? She had a million and one concerns that needed answering.

The Supreme Overlords of both races had to have a reason for wanting to keep her safe, but what was it? They may easily transform her into a therapeutic milk cow.

After all, only one in every 10,000 wizards wielded healing magic. Fifty thousand wizards were counted, which would translate to only five in existence.

Easton 's wife had discovered his plot, but she nevertheless warned him, "Y-you're going against the Great Lords," as he walked along humming.

Easton boastfully assured her, "I'll be the first then."

So, I hope they gut you and hang you like a giant fish as a warning to others, Indira thought to herself icily. She kept her head down as she passed people, as it was forbidden for humans to stare directly at supernatural beings.

Indira believed. She had faith that Madhur was still alive. A guy of his stature shouldn't have met such an untimely end. She reflected on how his robust physique, tanned skin, and acute stealth belied his intimidating appearance.

Indira and Madhur had only spent a single night together. One. Long. Night.

Indira got a sudden and shocking insight. She insisted on one final visit to see Madhur. Her voice shook because she realised it was a hopeless situation. There was no turning back now that another man had claimed her.

There was no longer the depth of expression, the flash of his dark hair over his gaze, or the silver flames in his eyes.

Put an end to Madhur Andricia.

Indira hung her head in shame. The thought of carrying the sterling silver that scorched the skins of supernatural beings suddenly made her uncomfortable. She desired to inflict pain upon Easton just like he had against her.

Easton acted as a patron for the family, and she paid the price.

It's like asking, "...are you sure?"

Indira cast a sidelong glance towards the household staff they had just passed. She witnessed their startled reaction to the other's words. They left in a hurry in a matter of seconds. There goes that commotion once more. What was occurring, exactly?

I'll bet every Alpha and vampire is green with envy right now, Easton said. After all, I'll be the first vampire in history to defy the will of both Overlords.

Indira wanted to scream "God, just shut up" and hit his head against a wall or anything. She frowned internally at the dreadful idea. All the things she'd always wanted to say but never had the nerve to.

She feared being abused by a man the way her grandma had abused her. Harder blows came from a male.

Indira held tightly to her white dress of homage. Sweat beaded on her palms. She attempted to conceal the shaking in her fingers but failed.

Charles yelled, "Brother, there you are!" when he saw his younger sibling. Outside of Indira’s bedroom tent, he leaned on an Lochan maid with a grin and put his arm protectively around her shoulders. He wouldn't let his younger sibling have all the fun.

Indira looked at Charles's ring finger and at the Lochan servant who was seeing to her needs in the tent. She noticed the terrified look on the human girl's face. True, vampires only had romantic feelings for other vampires.

A mere source of nourishment. The Lochan ' servant had ignored Indira , but now she was asking for her help.

Charles regarded Indira with disdain and cynicism, saying dryly, "What a dreary little thing." But he caught a glimpse of her long, slender neck. His bottom lip was tickled by the protruding fangs.

"If I can't have a beautiful tribute," Easton said, evidently referring to Alessia , Indira’s older sister. Then I might as well order the special of the evening!"

Charles, his brother, laughed until he cried, but he never cracked a smile.

The older brother was jealous, and Easton was aware of it. Every single vampire in the area was there. They could hardly contain their excitement at Indira . Also, who knew? If Easton became tired of her, he would offer her to his friends for a charge. Wow, that's a fantastic idea.

Indira might be a cash cow for Easton . To get his money's worth, Easton planned to drain her veins dry.

Charles laughed as he saw Indira try to escape to the tent and close the flap behind her. "Her Grandmother is coming soon with father in tow, if you're going to make your move, do it quick."

Indira raced inside, her fingers fumbling as she tried to button the cloth covering the door. It is now too late.

Easton tore off the buttons and entered her spacious shelter. He looked around, focusing on the corner sofa that doubled as a bed.

Indira managed a squeaky, "G-goodnight," as she tried to get him to leave.

"Get on the bed," Easton commanded. I'm sure your grandma wouldn't mind if I sampled you before the wedding.

There was a wedding, but no one else knew about it but you. Indira didn't tell anyone about her remark.

Indira didn't move from her position. She was going to give him hell if he was going to make her life a living hell. Whether she received a beating or not was irrelevant.

Easton was preoccupied with her disobedience, but she heard a distant noise outside. The tributes were kept outside in the tents so that nothing would be done to them. If a lady screamed loud enough, everyone would hear her.

To paraphrase Easton 's words, "You'll do as I say," You're my tribute, I own you, and everyone at the ceremony witnessed me pick you to be my wife.

Everyone. Saw. It.

Indira gulped down her saliva. He suddenly seized her wrists and yanked her down into the bed. She tried to yell out, but he held her mouth shut.

Indira yelled, "Mmph!" but it was muted.

Easton held her down on the bed with his knees. Her eyes began to well up with tears. Her heart was pounding and her palms were burning with terror. She believed she glimpsed a flash of purple light emanating from her fingertips for an instant. What?