The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 140: Protecting her - III

He had never been so angry in his entire life but when he smelled the blood that signified her virginity heavy in the air all he saw was red and the blood of that person who had done this to her.

It did not help his anger either when he saw her on the ground with her legs parted and as the man held her down in the snow why she had stopped resisting.

He twisted the limb of the person. He cried out again making his beast sated. It did not help. He wanted more. The blood pumping in his veins were now his For Revenge. He wanted the white snow to be covered with his blood.

When the cries came out of the man that he had broken the arm of Genevieve whimpered and that was when he realised and said out loud, "Kill no one."

The voice was beyond recognition because his beast had taken over and it sounded like several snakes hissing inside him.

On his order everyone stopped their actions because they were on the verge of killing the human man. Instead of killing them like that prior in tensions were they made a heavy blow to the human’s head knocking them out in an instant.

Instead of looking at Tristan when everything was done they looked at their Darius for further orders. It was a given that the most dangerous man amongst them was the one who had an injured mate. At the current moment there was no difference between a ferral and dangerous vampire and Tristan.

"Let’s go," The king commanded, taking a hold of the man that was right in front of him yet unconscious and draped him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "He will come when he wants."

And within moments, they were gone.

Tristan was standing without turning around to look at Genevieve. He heard a sniff but it took everything in him to not look at her. He had clearly failed at the very duty that came upon him when he was blessed with the mate.

Fuck, he failed.

She sniffed again and he had a slight scrunching of the snow. She was moving a was trying to do so.

"You . . Ca —won’t look at me, now?" She squeaked out and his heart broke. He closed his eyes and prayed to his parents and to the goddess to give him strength to deal with this. He had to be stronger than her and keep his guilt and sense of failure aside.

Her body was changing sense and so were her emotions. From grief, anger, frustration to helplessness and sadness he felt it all. Even though his own emotions were locked away to a remote corner when it came to genevieve he said them all from her perspective and his.

He turned around to her and squatted down right next to her not touching her and maintaining a distance. He did not have any idea to how to react to the situation but all he knew was it was done by a man and she hated him as well for this then he would allow her to.

"I. . " He stopped as his eyes trailed to the lines of dried tears over her face. Some here still wet. "Do you want to go back?"

She sniffed and shook her head, lowering it as much as possible.

" I do not know if I should touch you right now or not. Do you want me to?" He asked with his hands held out in the air. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She scoffed with a small cry, " I do not saying I should be giving anyone permission for this anymore. Can I even?"

"Yes," his answer was immediate, "now tell me can I hold you while I take you back?"

"I don’t want to go back." She said firmly and he sighed. He should have of thought of this. It was not easy for her and neither was he making it.

"Look at me," he told her and she didn’t do it. "Look at me genevieve. It is Tristan, your Tristan." He finally allowed himself slowly and steadily to lift her chain with the barest touch of his fingers. Once she had raised her eyes to his, he did it.

"Sleep," her eyes closed and her body fell backwards but he was there to take her into his arms. The scent of male stench was heavy on her. It was just one stands on her in particular and he knew the man who it was. His dear friend had made sure to carry him personally.

His fingers soflty run itlsrf on her forehead. How beautiful she was at the tears scared her face made his heart shutter. The way she whimpered and cried slightly when the man who was responsible for this cried out in pain. She had been through so much in such a short amount of time that he could not even bring himself to think about what happened with her.

But he also could not stop from taking the blame on himself. Most of his had happened because of him. Because of his lack of responsibility and his procrastinating.

"I am sorry my mate," he kissed her head, "I have been too nice and patient with this world to change itself. I keep on forgetting that this world and those humans were the ones that killed my parents for just loving each other. I will never make this mistake again that shall cause you something so dear to yourself."

He placed a kiss on her head but did not put his lips away immediately. It was a small gesture of his promise to hell. He was sealing the promise, the vow that he was making.

"Never again would you have to go through something so horrendous. Every war that will come your way will be mine to fight and I promise you that you shall win it."

His fangs pierced the skin and he pierced his thumb through one of them. He angered her mouth and opened it. Dropping a drop of blood on her tongue, he placed her fathery kiss on her lips.

"I shall toughen myself to give you the world."