The Princess's Dangerous Vampire Mate-Chapter 188: The demon - II

~Tristan~

The smell of her was different. It was pure and he would love to taint her.

Blood always fascinated him and did not help him that it was the only source of Survival he had apart from Genevieve.

Genevieve who was bleeding profusely and he knew by the heartbeats that she could die within a few moments if he did not stop the bleeding.

His eyes were focused on the bleeding. Blood dripped out of the wound where his teeth once were. The marks of the fangs were going to be there for your well because now his beloved was marked.

Her heartbeat grew more faint than before and by experience Tristan knew that Genevieve’s time was near.

"You need—you need to save her!" Merylin’s hurried and panickee voice reached his ears but he did not reply. "She will die!"

He knew she wouldn’t die. So he did not bother replying to her.

Merilyn started crying at the sight of her friend and princess laying in the arms of the man who had her blood on his lips.

Her heartbeat continued to grow faint.

Tristan lazily moved one of his hands that were holding her and bit into his skin. The skin tore as the fangs pierced it and his blood flew out. He placed his raised over her lips as the blood seeped into her throat.

Tristian did not move his wrist from her lips until his wound closed and healed by itself.

"There," he addressed everyone in the room, "even if she dies she will come back to life."

"What is that supposed to mean?! Have you converted her to one of you?" Lysar’s annoying eyes reached his ears which had successfully blocked before but now it only pinched him more. It irked him.

"Vaugh." He whispered and the man stepped up to the couple and to the princess in his arms and stood up waiting for the next command of the king.

The king then stood up. His lips and clothes were still smeared with the blood of the princess as he turned to the boy. "I have left you alive for far longer than necessary."

The glare of The young Prince intensified. "What did you do to her?" Lysar had heard what the creature had told the other creatures. But he refused to believe the fact that Genevieve could be one of them.

Tristan’s bloody smile stretched and he gave him a heartwarming smile. His hand went in between one of the bars and held the collar of the Princes’ clothes tugging him close, he said, "whatever happens with her is now no longer your concern, understood?" He whispered as he stared into the eyes of the prince before pushing the prince back and bringing him forward making him collide with the iron bars and dropping him on the ground with much more force than necessary.

The man groaned out. He was not here knocked out completely but Tristan did not give him another time of the day and simply turned to his mate.

He took Genevieve back in his arms and made sure that she was comfortable before walking up the stairs.

He did not stop at the healers hallway nor did he stop at her rooms. He took her to the destination where she should have been before.

The queen’s chambers.

The chambers that would rightfully hers and belonged to no one else.

The doors were opened for him by Solomon and he carefully entered the bedroom ready for Genevieve and placed her down, mindful of the injury.

"Your Highness," the healer said, his uncle came in, "may I have a look at her?"

Dawson knew it was necessary to ask before touching anyone’s beloved whether it be men or women. Beloveds, especially recently met, wali possessif of each other and given what genevieve was doing in the dungeons with the human boy, Tristan was at his most vulnerable point. His beast was feeling the trailer.

"Go ahead." Tristan rasped but his eyes did not leave the wound on her neck as his uncle worked.

Multiple footsteps were heard as people entered the room and two of them were his aunt; Chaira and his cousin Laura.

Chiara gapsed, "What in the. . ."

His ears could faintly focus on what Marylin was telling them. She was recalling the events and telling them how everything had happened.

His uncle applied the healing paste suitable for humans over her skin before covering it with the cloth. There was nothing he could do to wake her up because Genevieve would be taking her own time with that.

She would not be waking up soon. After losing that much amount of blood within a week it was going to be difficult for her to heal and that was only perfect for him.

Dawson; his uncle, stood up and turned to the king, "she would not be transformed. The blood healed her before she could die. I would be back once she wakes up unless before that I need to change her cloth and reapply the paste." Dawson then moved out of the room and patted his wife’s arm to pull her along with him along with his daughter.

"If something is needed of us, your highness?" Solomon asked with due respect for the king.

"Bring me the chains."

Solomon blinked, "what?" He whispered cautiously to make sure that he had heard the right words. He even turned to his friends who looked. "Chains?"

Tristan gave him a curt nod.

Merylin held onto Allan’s shirt. The knowing look in her eyes told him that she wanted him to intervene in this. The only problem was he was no one to intervene between the matters of two mates.

But with the look that Marilyn was giving him Alan was a goner.

"Perhaps," he began, "it might not be the best of solutions to deal with the situation. We might not even need the change given that the princess is going to be in very weak health."

"Solomon," Tristan said in return as he still did not look away from his mate, "Now."