Ch. 291..295: The Vampire Prince's Blindfolded Bride Chapter 291-295

Chapter 290: Train you myself

Magnus placed a pouch full of gold coins in the hands of Phileas Olsen, the physician, who examined Alora last day and even let them stay in his mansion.

"Your Highness, you are making me feel low by doing this. I can’t accept this money," Phileas said in his humble tone.

"Why not? It’s a reward for you. Keep it," Magnus stated. He glanced at the old lady, who was Phileas’s wife. "Please ask you husband to take this small reward from me," he urged.

"Your Highness, I am paid for my work. And it was my privilege to be able to help. Please keep it with you. I cannot take it," Phileas said in his humble tone.

Magnus sighed and felt that the physician was too good for not taking such a reward from him. Even the old lady insisted on him not give them the reward for assisting them.

"A reward bestowed by royalty should not be refused," Izaak’s voice fell onto the old couple’s ears. They were quick to greet the eldest prince, who halted next to Magnus.

"Please take it," Izaak reiterated.

Phileas and his wife exchanged a glance with each other before he finally accepted the reward of the gold coins from Magnus. He thanked her for such a generous and huge amount, which he never even imagined to ever get.

"It’s for what you did for us," Magnus stated with a smile. "We will be leaving now. Thank you again," he expressed his gratitude.

Phileas and his wife smiled warmly as they accompanied Magnus and Izaak to their carriage, seeing them off with heartfelt farewells.

In the carriage, Alora looked excited because they were heading to the academy where her brother was kept. The radiant glow said it all how eager she was to find out how a vampire academy looked liked.

"Magnus, will there be only vampires?" Alora asked.

"Yes."

"Then, I’ll be the only human there. And I think I will be the first human to visit a vampire academy," she stated with a smile.

"Yes."

Magnus couldn’t help but admire the curious child in her. Whenever she would find something new, she would be excited like a kid.

"Magnus, I asked you this before too. But you gave me a vague response," her tone was a bit serious now. "What will happen when I becomes a vampire? Will you send me to the academy too?" Alora queried.

"You’re not turning into a vampire, darling," Magnus said gently. "At least, not yet."

"Why not?" Alora asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of disappointment.

"Because I don’t want it to happen yet," Magnus replied firmly.

Alora pouted, averting her gaze. She opened the window, letting the light raindrops hit her face before quickly shutting it. Magnus chuckled as she wiped the water away.

Before she could react, Magnus pulled her onto his lap, causing her to let out a small scream. With a gentle touch, he dabbed her face with a handkerchief.

"Alora," he said softly, "even if you do become a vampire someday, you won’t need to attend an academy. I’ll train you myself. But that’s a long way off. Do you understand?" He lowered his hand, searching her eyes for understanding.

"Hmm," Alora nodded, her expression remained thoughtful.

Alora noticed how his eyes lingered on her lips, prompting her to purse them together in response. Magnus’s smile deepened with a mix of amusement and desire.

Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to her chin, then began to trail gentle kisses along her jawline.

She let out low moans, tilting her head to give him more access to her neck. The sensation of his lips against her skin sent shivers down her spine. Alora squeezed her eyes shut, anticipation building as she waited for his lips to meet hers.

Moments later, her wish was granted. Magnus captured her lips in a tender kiss, nibbling them gently. He allowed them enough time to breathe between each kiss, keeping it chaste yet filled with unspoken passion.

Pulling away ever so slightly, Magnus grazed his thumb over her lips, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. "They’re a real temptation," he whispered, his voice husky.

Alora tilted her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You can let me go then," she teased, meeting his gaze with a hint of mischief.

Suddenly, her expression softened as a thought crossed her mind. "Tomorrow is my parents’ wedding anniversary," she shared with him.

"We’ll be in Velaris by evening," Magnus began, his tone shifting to a more contemplative one. "We could join my parents’ anniversary celebration, if that’s something you’d be interested in," he suggested.

"It’ll be the first time I can be with them without restrictions," Alora continued, her voice carrying a touch of wistfulness. Memories of her isolated past resurfaced. "All those years, I was confined to my room, watching such celebrations happening in the garden silently from my room’s window," she confided.

"You don’t have to carry the weight of those sad days anymore," Magnus reassured her tenderly.

Alora nodded gratefully, her hands finding a comfortable hold around his neck as she leaned in closer. "Yes. What do you think would make a good gift for my parents?" she asked, her eyes seeking his opinion.

Magnus pondered for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly in thought. "I’m not entirely sure what one typically gives their parents on such a special occasion," he admitted honestly.

"Hmm... I’ll think of something special," Alora replied thoughtfully, her mind already forming ideas.

Curiosity piqued, she changed the subject. "When is your parents’ wedding anniversary? I’ve heard there’s a lavish celebration in the palace," she inquired, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Magnus’s expression softened with nostalgia. "It coincides with my birthday in the winter," he revealed, a hint of warmth in his voice.

Alora’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. "Really? That’s incredible," she exclaimed softly.

"Yes," Magnus confirmed with a nod, his tone tinged with fondness. "For many years, they didn’t celebrate it in the palace because I wasn’t there. But this year promises to be quite grand," he added with a smile, his gaze holding hers.

"I’m genuinely looking forward to that day," Alora said sincerely. "I’ll give a big birthday gift," she added while smiling brightly.

 

Chapter 291: Meeting Elliot

Mrs. Cora Kline, the esteemed Head of the Vampire Academy, bowed respectfully as she entered the private lounge, acknowledging the presence of the princes and the princess. Rising gracefully, she met their gazes when Izaak invited her to sit.

"The princes did not inform us of their arrival," Cora stated calmly, settling into her chair with her hands neatly folded on her lap. Her composed demeanor and authoritative presence embodied the qualities of a true academy head.

"We were unaware of our visit until this morning," Izaak explained. "Princess Alora wishes to see her brother, Elliot Wilson. We would appreciate it if Mrs. Kline could send someone to fetch Elliot," he conveyed, revealing the purpose of their unannounced visit.

Mrs. Cora Kline promptly agreed, giving a brief nod to her assistant, who quickly departed to carry out the task. Turning her attention back to her distinguished guests, she asked, "Would the princes care for something to drink?"

"No, thank you," they replied in unison.

"And you, Princess Alora? Would you like some water?" she inquired politely.

"No, I’m fine. Thank you," Alora responded with a polite smile.

"Did you all come here just to meet Elliot?" Cora asked, her curiosity piqued by the unusual visit.

"No," Magnus replied firmly. "We had important business here."

"And what was that?" Cora inquired, her curiosity deepening.

"We were here for a meeting with Qasima," Magnus stated, causing a flicker of apprehension to cross Cora’s otherwise stoic expression.

"I’ve heard about the recent occurrences involving humans. Qasima has been targeting them. What did she say in the meeting?" Cora asked further, her voice tinged with concern.

"She had numerous demands before we finally managed to bring an end to her schemes," Magnus replied, casting a proud glance at his wife. "Alora saved everyone by vanquishing the evil witch," he asserted, his voice filled with admiration for Alora’s bravery.

Cora’s eyes brightened at the news, reflecting her admiration. It was no wonder Alora was revered as a great woman in the kingdom. "That’s wonderful to hear!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight.

"Mrs. Kline, how is my brother doing? I’ve heard that he has made significant progress," Alora inquired, her tone filled with both curiosity and affection.

"Yes, Your Highness," Cora replied with a warm smile. "Elliot has learned a great deal in a short time. His dedication and growth have been remarkable," she asserted proudly.

Just then, the doorknob turned, and Elliot walked in accompanied by Cora’s assistant. Alora immediately rose from her seat, her smile widening as she rushed to greet her brother. The joy in her eyes was unmistakable as she embraced him.

Magnus swiftly moved to Alora’s side, gently but firmly pulling her back.

"You can’t hug him, Alora. He hasn’t attained full control yet," Magnus cautioned, his voice filled with concern and authority. Elliot, too, understood the need for caution and maintained a respectful distance between them.

Cora, sensing the need for privacy, gracefully rose from her seat. "I will take my leave to give you some privacy for your conversation," she said, excusing herself and leaving the room quietly along with her assistant.

"Elliot, you look so different. It seems you’ve grown a lot," Alora stated with a smile, her eyes filled with pride. "Have you been working out? I can see the change in you," she remarked, taking in his more muscular physique.

"Yes, I’ve been working on my body," Elliot replied, his voice steady. "It helps me keep control of my thirst. Keeps my mind off the blood, at least," he added, clenching his fists hard as if to reinforce his resolve.

Suddenly, Elliot’s eyes narrowed, and he frowned as he spotted a bandage on Alora’s right hand. "What happened to your hand?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. "I heard that you were injured. But you look fine," he said, feeling quite happy.

"Ah, this," Alora said, lowering her eyes for a brief moment. "I got injured," she replied, not wanting to tell him how she had cut her hand while confronting Qasima the previous day.

Elliot’s nostrils flared slightly as he caught the scent of blood. His eyes blinked rapidly, and a look of hunger flickered across his face.

Sensing the rising tension, Magnus quickly stepped between them, placing a firm hand on Elliot’s shoulder. Their eyes and Magnus controlled his hunger. Elliot felt better than before while Alora tilted her head to the left to look at her brother.

"Are you feeling unwell because of me?" Alora asked softly, her brow furrowed with concern.

Elliot hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering briefly towards Magnus before he replied, "No, Alora. It’s not because of you." Despite his attempt to reassure her, a trace of unease lingered in his voice.

Magnus respectfully stepped aside, giving them space to talk. Alora took a deep breath, her expression softening as she changed the subject. "How is everyone at home?" she asked gently, trying to lighten the mood.

"All is well at home. Don’t worry," Elliot replied, a faint smile touching his lips. "Just focus on yourself. We miss you, especially Mother. But we all know you’ll return soon," he added, his voice tinged with longing and hope.

"That’s good to hear," Alora said warmly, giving him a comforting smile.

Elliot glanced back at Magnus briefly before turning his attention back to Alora. "I heard that a witch is lurking around. Is it true, Your Highness?" he inquired, his curiosity evident.

"Yes, but there’s nothing to worry about now. The witch met her end," Magnus reassured him, pride evident in his voice. He went on to recount how Alora bravely confronted and defeated the witch, detailing her courageous actions.

"That was wonderful. But you need to be cautious while fighting someone like Qasima," Elliot said, his voice tinged with concern as he glanced at his sister, his eyes reflecting both admiration and worry.

Alora nodded solemnly. "Yes, I understand," she replied, her tone determined yet touched by Elliot’s protective gesture.

"So, are you all heading back today?" Elliot asked, his gaze shifting between Alora, Magnus, and the princes.

"Yes," Magnus confirmed with a reassuring nod.

"Have a safe journey ahead," Elliot said humbly, his expression sincere as he addressed them.

Alora’s eyes softened as she looked at her brother. "Tell our parents not to worry about me, Elliot. I’m doing well here. Everyone takes good care of me," she assured him, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

"I will," Alora added softly, unable to resist the urge to hug him once more. The embrace was brief but heartfelt, conveying their deep sibling bond. "Take care of yourself, Elliot," she said affectionately.

Elliot returned her hug gently, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I will. And you, too, take care of yourself," he replied, his voice filled with affection and a hint of pride for his sister.

"Elliot, I’ll meet you outside," Magnus said, motioning for Elliot to follow him. Alora watched them leave, waving at Elliot with a mixture of fondness and concern.

Once they were outside, Magnus and Elliot walked side by side along the quiet corridor.

"No one is causing you trouble here, right?" Magnus asked, his voice low but earnest.

Elliot’s smile widened slightly. "No one would dare to do that," he replied confidently, his demeanor reflecting the reassurance.

Magnus paused, his steps slowing as he gently placed a hand on Elliot’s shoulder, prompting him to stop as well. "Elliot," Magnus began softly, his tone carrying a mix of caution and sincerity, "you know I have the ability to delve into minds, to see memories. I’ve noticed something."

Chapter 292: If it means protecting her

"So, who has been bothering my brother-in-law?" Magnus asked again, his tone demanding a clear answer.

"Your Highness, it’s no longer an issue. It happened–"

"Not long ago," Magnus interjected, his piercing gaze fixating at him. "Use the privilege you have, Elliot," he asserted. "Do you want me to have Mrs. Kline summon everyone to the academy grounds?" He arched his eyebrows, a subtle threat in his expression.

Elliot shook his head quickly. "It was the senior trainees, Your Highness. They were giving me a hard time because my sister is married to you," he explained, his voice faltering slightly.

"Hmm. Then it’s time for them to be punished," Magnus said with a smirk. He headed straight to the office of the Head of the Vampire Academy.

Mrs. Kline was engrossed in some documents when the door opened, and Magnus strode in. She immediately rose from her seat, a look of surprise crossing her face. "Your Highness, you should have summoned me instead," she said, quickly regaining her composure.

"It’s fine. Please, take your seat," Magnus replied, gesturing for her to sit as he settled into a chair. "My brother-in-law has encountered some troubles here. I believe I made it clear through Griffin that Elliot should not be mistreated," he affirmed, his jaw clenching with barely contained anger.

Mrs. Kline looked between Magnus and Elliot, concern etching her features. "Who bothered you, Elliot? Why didn’t you ever tell me about this?" she asked.

"Some senior trainees, Madam," Elliot replied quietly, his gaze shifting to the floor.

Magnus leaned forward, his expression stern. "The ones responsible are Fred, Henry, and Lennox," he stated firmly. "They have been causing Elliot trouble because of his connection to me."

Mrs. Kline’s eyes widened in shock. "I assure you, Your Highness, this behavior is unacceptable and will not be tolerated. I will see to it that they are dealt with immediately."

"That’s not needed, Mrs. Kline. I would like to personally handle their matter. Call them," Magnus ordered.

Cora Kline gestured to her assistant to summon the three trainers. "Your Highness, please forgive me for such negligence," she humbly apologized.

Magnus’s expression remained stern. "Mrs. Kline, this kind of oversight is unacceptable. If I hadn’t come here today, I might never have known that Elliot was being troubled by these senior trainees. You need to focus more on preventing and addressing bullying within the academy."

"I deeply apologize, Your Highness," Cora said, lowering her eyes in shame.

Soon, the assistant returned with the three trainers whose names Magnus had mentioned. As they entered the room, their eyes fell upon Elliot. Their jaws tightened, and it was clear they were already planning to teach him a lesson later, not realizing the gravity of the situation or the presence of Magnus Lukeson in the room.

Magnus’s eyes narrowed as he read their hostile reactions. "Do you three have anything to say for yourselves?" he asked coldly, his authoritative presence filling the room.

The trainees exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that the man before them was no ordinary one.

"Elliot, you didn’t have to complain about us. You are like a younger brother to us. You can tell Madam Cora that there’s nothing to worry about," Fred stated, his voice attempting to sound conciliatory, though a hint of nervousness betrayed him.

Magnus’s eyes flashed with anger. "Throw them in the dungeons," he commanded, his voice cold and unwavering. "Ripping their hearts out would be a much better punishment for them." He paused, his gaze piercing through the three trainers. "I have already read your thoughts since you entered this room. Your intentions were clear. I don’t want any of you to be alive," he declared, his tone final and unforgiving.

The three trainees paled, their bravado crumbling into sheer terror. Mrs. Kline watched the scene unfold, her expression a mix of shock and resolve. She nodded to the guards, who immediately moved to seize the trainers.

"Your Highness, please," Lennox recognized the prince finally, so he pleaded and his voice trembled in fear. "We didn’t mean any harm. We were just—"

"Silence!" Magnus roared, cutting him off. "You dared to mistreat someone under my protection. Your actions have consequences, and you will face them."

Elliot stood by, stunned by the swift and decisive justice being meted out. He felt Magnus hardly tolerated any such matters.

As the trainees were dragged away, Mrs. Kline turned to Magnus. "I assure you, Your Highness, that such behavior will never be tolerated again. The academy will be vigilant in preventing any future incidents."

Magnus nodded curtly. "See that it doesn’t. My patience for such matters is nonexistent. Ensure the safety and well-being of all under your care, or there will be more severe consequences."

Mrs. Kline bowed her head in acknowledgement, the weight of the prince’s words heavy in the air. "It will be done, Your Highness," she promised in her firm voice.

Magnus left his seat. "Till the time Elliot is here, I want you to take a good care of him. He is not an ordinary vampire. He is my wife’s brother," he pronounced.

Cora nodded in understanding and watched as Magnus left the room, Elliot following closely behind.

"Your Highness, that was an extreme punishment," Elliot remarked, still reeling from the severity of it all. "Now, I wonder if Prince Magnus felt the same anger when Alora wasn’t treated nicely in her own home," he muttered, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Magnus paused, turning to look at Elliot. His expression softened slightly as he recalled Alora. "Yes, Elliot," he began, his voice carrying the weight of deep-seated emotion.

"The first time I heard how Alora’s father, sister, and grandmother treated her, I wanted to rip their mouths off. But for Alora, I have to control that anger. For her, I can’t just react with violence, no matter how much I want to."

"But His Highness held his anger," he stated.

Magnus hummed and recalled how much he tolerated their behavior. "For Alora, I will do anything. I can not only give lives, but also take them if it means protecting her," Magnus pronounced.

Chapter 293: Not in your nature

"Magnus, you took a long time to return," Alora said, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern.

Elliot glanced at the prince, knowing how he requested Magnus to keep all that happened earlier a secret from Alora. Magnus met his gaze briefly, a silent promise passing between them.

"We were just wandering around the academy," Magnus replied smoothly, honoring his promise to Elliot.

Izaak and Alaric exchanged skeptical glances, clearly doubting Magnus’s explanation, but chose to remain silent. They knew better than to challenge the prince’s words in front of Alora.

"Well, it’s time for us to leave," Izaak announced, rising from his seat with a purposeful air. Alaric and Griffin followed suit, their expressions carefully neutral.

"I’ll see you to the carriage," Elliot offered with a warm smile, trying to ease the tension. The others nodded in agreement, and they all made their way out of the room.

As they stepped into the grand hallway, the ornate decor reflecting the dim evening light, Cora Kline awaited them in front of the giant gates.

"Everything is ready," Cora said, her voice calm and steady, as she led the way to the waiting carriage.

Alora hugged her brother tightly, telling him to take care of himself. She detached from the hug with misty eyes and waved at Elliot. She entered the carriage and sat near the window.

Magnus gave Cora a final glance and a pat to Elliot on his shoulder before entering the carriage.

The coachman shut the door from outside and instructed the chauffeur to drive the carriage. Alora opened the window and gazed back at Elliot, who waved at her with a mix of sadness and happiness. As the carriage rolled away, Elliot remained rooted in place, his eyes following until it disappeared from sight.

"Elliot, let’s go in," Cora’s authoritative voice broke the silence, drawing his attention back to his surroundings.

He nodded at the Head Mistress and fell in step behind her, his mind still on what happened earlier.

"From now onward, if anything happens to you, do inform me about it. You cannot possibly let go of such incidents knowing the fact you are related to the royal family," Cora said, her tone brokering no argument yet laced with concern.

"I won’t hide anything from this moment if such an incident occurs, Madam Cora," Elliot assured her, understanding the gravity of his promise.

"Good. You should return to your dormitory," Cora stated, her tone softening slightly. Elliot bowed respectfully and walked away, feeling her gaze on his back until he turned the corner.

As he walked through the quiet hallways, his thoughts turned to the recent arrival of Magnus, whose presence had sent a sense of fear over the academy. Despite this, Elliot couldn’t help but feel a sense of protection knowing Magnus was there. A small smile curved his lips as he entered his dormitory.

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Venus sat in the gazebo, nibbling on the fresh berries she had picked earlier. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a serene backdrop as she contemplated the upcoming celebration. She wanted it to be simple yet enjoyable.

’I think I should invite their friends, at least,’ she mused. ’It’s fine if they will speak against me. I did wrong, and I need to hear such taunts for a while. But my parents’ happiness shouldn’t be compromised because of this.’

Despite the potential for uncomfortable confrontations, Venus had made up her mind. She would invite only a select few, the close friends of her parents who mattered most. This was not just about mending fences but also about honoring her parents’ joy.

Venus carefully prepared the invitation cards, choosing each word with care. With the help of her most trusted servants, she ensured the invitations were delivered promptly. As she finished the last of her tasks, she felt a sense of accomplishment mixed with trepidation.

Suddenly, the rain began to pour, a heavy curtain of water drumming on the roof of the gazebo. Venus looked out at the deluge, realizing she was effectively trapped. The distance from the gazebo to her house was too great.

Resigned to waiting out the storm, she leaned back in her chair, the cool air heavy with the scent of rain and earth. She stared blankly at the sheets of rain cascading around her, lost in thoughts of her past and the uncertain future.

Odin’s voice cut through the peaceful ambiance as Venus found him standing before her, sheltered beneath an umbrella. Raindrops tinkled against the fabric of his overcoat.

"What are you doing here? Didn’t I explicitly tell you to stay inside?" Odin’s concern tinged his voice, though it carried a hint of reproach.

"I’ve been out here for over three hours. Why must you always reprimand me?" Venus muttered, her expression a mix of frustration and defiance.

She observed Odin carefully as he leaned the umbrella against a sturdy gazebo pillar and drew out a chair, his posture stern yet protective.

"You know you’re not supposed to wander away from the house like this. It’s for your safety," Odin asserted, his gaze unwavering.

"But we’re still within the residence grounds," Venus countered, crossing her arms defensively. "Surely you’re not suggesting you were worried about me?"

"Why would I be worried for you?" Odin chuckled softly, his fingers raking through his damp hair as rain continued to patter around them.

"Exactly. There’s no need for you to worry about me," Venus replied, her tone firm yet tinged with a touch of warmth as she noticed his discomfort.

Retrieving a handkerchief from her pocket, she gently wiped the water droplets from his forehead and cheek. He turned slightly to meet her gaze, surprised by her unexpected tenderness.

"You’ve got water droplets all over your forehead and face," Venus whispered.

"When did you become so gentle?" Odin asked, his brows furrowing slightly in genuine curiosity.

"Do you always have to taunt me like this?" Venus responded with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"It’s not in your nature to be so gentle," Odin remarked playfully, a fond smile touching his lips.

Chapter 294: We are enemies

"Clearly, you don’t know me yet," Venus said, pulling her hand back. "Just leave," she added firmly.

"The rain is pouring," Odin replied, his voice tinged with frustration. "I don’t want my clothes to get drenched. Changing again is such a hassle." He slumped back into the chair, his gaze drifting to the serene beauty of the rain-soaked green garden.

"Don’t you miss your family?" After a while, Venus asked softly, her tone probing yet gentle.

Odin tilted his head to look at her, a mixture of surprise and irritation in his eyes. "I didn’t expect you to dig into my past," he remarked, his voice was guarded.

"I merely asked a question," Venus responded in her calm voice. "If it bothers you, you don’t have to answer." She now silently prayed for the rain to stop soon so that she could go back inside the house. She didn’t want to sit next to Odin any longer. However, it didn’t appear that the rain would stop anytime soon.

Feeling a growing sense of frustration, Venus stood up and glanced around. Spotting the umbrella, she decided to make her move. Picking it up with a firm grip, she said, "I’m leaving. You can stay here all by yourself. No one will disturb you." Her tone was laced with annoyance.

As Venus stepped outside the gazebo, Odin unexpectedly slipped under the same umbrella. Startled, she tilted her head to look at him and instinctively took a step back. Odin, however, reached out and pulled her closer. "You make me work against my will," he said in a voice low.

"Nobody told you to accompany me," Venus muttered, her tone edged with annoyance. "Aren’t you getting drenched now?" she asked, glancing pointedly at his arm. The side of his overcoat was already speckled with water droplets.

She looked back at him just as he pulled her back into the gazebo. "We aren’t going to the residence now. Let the rain stop and then we will go," he stated, closing the umbrella and letting it rest against the pillar.

Venus crossed her arms across her chest. "I am getting bored here," she said.

"But you were enjoying the peace her for many hours," Odin affirmed.

"That’s because you weren’t here," Venus replied. "You don’t even bother to talk to me. And if I try to, you plainly insult me or get harsh."

"Why do you even want to know about me?" Odin questioned, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Because we are friends now, aren’t we?" Venus replied, furrowing her brows in confusion.

"When did we become friends?" Odin chuckled, leaning against the pillar with a hint of amusement.

"Great! Then, we are enemies," Venus shot back, her voice filled with sarcasm. "Don’t try to protect me if I fall into danger. Enemies don’t do that. Keep that in mind," she proclaimed in a defiant tone.

Without waiting for a response, Venus turned and walked straight into the pouring rain. Odin opened his mouth to stop her, but seeing the fire in her eyes, he hesitated. He watched as she walked away, her figure gradually fading into the downpour.

Odin moved swiftly, catching up to Venus and positioning himself between her and the rain. He extended the umbrella over her, shielding her from the downpour. Venus stopped abruptly, her steps faltering as she looked up at him. Her eyes, glistening with raindrops, flickered.

Her entire face and body were drenched, rainwater clinging to her hair and clothes. "If you get sick, then don’t blame me," Odin angrily sneered at her and took her straight to the residence. Because of her, even his clothes, hair got drenched.

Odin handed the umbrella to the waiting servant at the door and escorted Venus inside. As they entered the warmth of the house, Rhea, Venus’s mother, greeted them with surprise evident in her wide-eyed expression.

"Venus, Odin, why did you get soaked in the rain?" Her tone held a mix of concern and bemusement, unable to comprehend why two grown adults would willingly subject themselves to such weather.

"Ask your daughter, Mrs. Wilson," Odin replied coolly, his gaze lingering on Venus with a hint of reproach, before turning away and striding off, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.

Venus shifted uncomfortably under her mother’s scrutinizing gaze. "It’s... it’s a long story," she began, her voice faltering slightly. "We were outside and..." She trailed off, unsure how to explain the sudden confrontation and Odin’s unexpected protectiveness without divulging too much.

Rhea sighed softly, her expression softening with maternal concern. "Go get changed, dear. You may catch a cold," she said gently, placing a comforting hand on Venus’s arm. "We can talk about it later."

Venus nodded gratefully, giving her mother a brief smile before heading upstairs to change out of her wet clothes.

After changing into a dry pair of clothing, Venus let her hair lose, allowing them to dry naturally. She opened the chest of the drawer next to the bed and took out a ruby necklace along with the letter that Eugene’s cousin, Solomon gave her a few days ago.

Opening it, Venus read what was in the letter.

"Venus, I have brought hot tea for you," Rhea said from the outside and she quickly hid them under the pillow, her heart racing with the need to keep its contents private.

She straightened up just as Rhea entered, carrying a tray adorned with a delicate porcelain teacup and a steaming pot of tea. Rhea placed the tray on the bedside table with a gentle clink of the tray against wood, then handed the cup to Venus.

"Thank you, Mother," Venus murmured gratefully, accepting the tea and taking a slow sip, appreciating its soothing warmth against her lips.

Rhea sat down on the edge of the bed, carrying a gentle expression. After a moment’s pause, she asked softly, "Venus, why didn’t you tell me that Solomon has taken an interest in you?"

Venus felt a pang of shock at her mother’s unexpected question. She had taken great care to ensure her parents didn’t find out about her connection with Solomon, fearing it would worry them unnecessarily.

Chapter 295: The den of a werewolf

"Say something," Rhea urged, her voice gentle yet insistent as she looked at Venus.

"Mother, I have no interest in him," Venus replied, her tone filled with frustration. "He’s a werewolf, and I want to stay as far away from him as possible."

Rhea sighed, her expression a mix of concern and understanding. "Solomon sent a message to your father earlier. We were searching for you until a servant mentioned that you were somewhere in the garden."

Venus’s eyes narrowed with irritation. "Why did he send a message to Father? I can’t understand that man," she muttered, her annoyance clear.

Rhea caressed Venus’s arm soothingly. "Your father may ask you about it later. You can tell him your decision then," she said softly. "Now, drink your tea," she added, offering a cup to Venus with a reassuring smile.

"Mother, I don’t wish to trouble Father with my responsibilities," Venus stated with concern.

Rhea shook her head gently. "There are no responsibilities on us, Venus. Don’t think that way," she reassured her daughter. "Your father doesn’t want you to be involved with a werewolf either. He just wants to talk to you because he wishes to know your decision."

Venus sighed, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. "I understand, Mother," she replied, taking a deep breath. She picked up the cup of tea and drank it slowly, savoring the warmth and comfort it provided. Finishing the tea, she looked up at her mother, "Thank you for the tea."

Rhea caressed Venus’s head gently before leaving the room.

"Solomon not only sent a letter for me but for my parents too," Venus murmured to herself, retrieving the letter from beneath her pillow. She stared at it, contemplating her next move. She decided she needed to talk to Solomon one last time, but going outside was almost impossible. Odin’s watchful eyes were on her at all times, making any escape seem futile.

Venus went to the window to check if the rain Venus went to the window to check if the rain had stopped. It had slowed down to a light drizzle.

She quickly braided her hair and pinned it into a bun before putting on a hat. After slipping on her gloves, she resolved to meet Solomon where he had asked to see her. She put the letter and ruby necklace inside a tiny pouch bag and tucked it around her wrist.

Venus found the living room empty and seized the opportunity to slip out unnoticed.

Moving quickly and quietly, Venus rushed out of the mansion’s gate, holding her umbrella tightly against the drizzling rain. She kept her head low, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might recognize her. After walking a short distance from her house, she began looking for a local carriage.

Fortunately, she soon spotted one and approached it with haste. "Excuse me, could you drive me to the local tea shop ran by the werewolves?" she asked the chauffeur, her voice steady despite the rush.

"Yes, Miss. Please get in," the chauffeur replied courteously.

Venus closed her umbrella and climbed into the carriage, her heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. As the carriage began to move, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her thoughts and prepare for her meeting with Solomon.

Within twenty minutes, the carriage arrived outside the tea shop. Venus paid the chauffeur and stepped out, handing her umbrella to an usher who greeted her at the entrance.

She thanked him with a nod and stepped inside, her eyes scanning the bustling tea shop. The room was crowded with patrons, making her wonder how Solomon would find her amidst the throng.

"Miss Venus, please come this way," a voice called out suddenly, startling her. She turned to see a man approaching her with a polite but firm demeanor.

"Who are you?" she asked, her guard up.

"I’m Sir Solomon’s close aide," he introduced himself, giving a slight bow. This explanation put her at ease, clarifying any lingering doubts she had.

"Follow me," he added, gesturing for her to come with him. Venus followed the man through the crowded room.

Reaching upstairs, Venus entered a private space and found Solomon was present there. He promptly left his seat to see Venus and pulled out a chair for her.

"Thank you," Venus said after sitting on the chair.

"I heard you are fond of jasmine tea. That’s why I ordered this one," Solomon said, his voice calm as he gestured towards the tea server, who promptly poured them both a cup. Once the tea had been served and they were left alone, a sense of solemnity settled over the table.

Venus took a moment, her emotions steady but firm, as she retrieved the letter and the ruby necklace from her pouch bag. She placed them on the table before Solomon and spoke with directness, "I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this. I didn’t appreciate you approaching my parents to persuade them to consider you for me."

Solomon’s demeanor softened, his gaze earnest as he responded, "I will make you happy. I am not like Eugene. You know this."

Venus shook her head gently. "It’s not just about that," she replied evenly. "I cannot be with a werewolf. I hate werewolves."

"Because of what Eugene did to you?" Solomon asked gently, his concern evident.

"Yes, and because I cannot entertain a relationship with my late husband’s cousin," Venus clarified firmly, taking a sip of the jasmine tea before setting it back down on the saucer. "This is the last time I will see you, Solomon. Please respect my decision if you truly care for me," she declared, pushing her chair back.

As she moved towards the door to leave, Solomon’s voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned, finding him standing just behind her.

"Venus, I will marry you," Solomon said and he grasped her wrist, pulling her close to him.

"Leave me!" Venus told him and she twisted her grip.

"If people find out that the widow of my cousin has come to see me, your remaining dignity will be ruined. In the end, you will have to come to me," Solomon asserted, his voice carrying a hint of threat veiled behind a facade of concern.

Venus’s eyes widened in shock and indignation. "Let me go! How could you—" she started, but her words were abruptly silenced as Solomon pressed his finger against her lips, stifling her protest. She tried to pull away, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anger.

But in that crucial moment, the sound of loud music from the ground floor permeated the air, drowning out any sound from the secluded tea room.

The lively tunes masked Venus’s voice entirely, rendering her cries for help unheard by anyone nearby. She struggled against Solomon’s grip, her desperation growing as she realized the precariousness of her situation.

Venus’s heart raced with panic as she hit her forehead against Solomon’s, hoping to free herself from his grip.

With a desperate shove, she pushed him away. She turned to flee, her only thought to escape the impending threat, when Solomon seized her by the hair and violently pulled her back.

"Ahhh!" The sharp pain shot through her scalp, causing Venus to cry out in anguish, tears welling up in her eyes.

She struggled against his tight grip, feeling trapped and helpless in the face of his strength. In that harrowing moment, she realized the gravity of her mistake in trusting Solomon’s intentions. Her mind raced with fear and regret for having walked into what now felt like a dangerous trap— the den of a werewolf.