CHAPTER 136: BLOOD SERVANTS

Eloise didn’t experience delirium. It confirmed my reassurance knowing she didn’t either when Damon gave her a drop of his blood.

Two days have passed, and her ice hasn’t come out. She was sleeping peacefully the rest of the time. I cleaned her up and changed her clothes so that she could have a more comfortable rest.

I don’t know how long her slumber would take, and I worry she might be under another condition. But so far, she wasn’t in pain, she looked healthy.

I wish I could spend time with nothing else on my mind as I cater to my wife, but I was in a mental turmoil. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or even shut my eyes just for a bit.

Damon had set his claws in, like a fucking disease; he has complicated everything. He knew I wouldn’t let him live if I found out he had eyes for Eloise, so he resorted to this.

My blood didn’t work, which could only mean she no longer craved just mine. Eloise is in my bed, with me, but she has never felt so distant.

I clenched the parchment I held, almost shredding it into pieces. Just to take my mind off things, I kept looking through anything I could find about snowbloods.

The more I dive deeper into these, the more I realize Lycans didn’t have the faintest idea about our enemies, except for our elders in the past who took their time to study them before their findings were lost.

We have fought the snowblood for as long as I could remember, and we never truly understood them. To us, they were creatures who didn’t see eye to eye with us.

I never truly knew why they were our enemies in the first place or why we were conditioned to despise them. Maybe it was the difference in power range, and that, unlike humans, they didn’t stay around to let us conquer them.

When two species are at the top of the food chain, there are bound to be disagreements.

I looked through more of the parchments. Our elders studied the snowblood after a capture was made.

Know your enemies, they said.

They tested the snowblood in captivity with daily blood; they started with one source, and it was able to sustain them for a long period. That particular blood source was called a blood servant. When another source was given, it was rejected by the snowblood.

I looked at Eloise’s sleeping form. I first gave her blood when I needed to heal her internal injuries, and that triggered her cravings. From that moment on, she relied only on my blood, and inevitably, I became her blood servant.

Then why did Damon’s blood work too? Why didn’t her body reject it?

I clenched my fist. Did this have to do with Damon’s urge to mark her?

This entire mess happened because he decided to choose Eloise as his mate. Damon went too far this time.

I turned back to the clutter on my table. If only our elders did more research about snowblood, I might’ve been able to fix this. I can’t bear the thought of Damon being Eloise’s blood servant; he will use this to his advantage.

Another thing I needed to figure out is why he had the urge to mark her. It scared me for many unknown reasons.

My eyes scanned the parchments, and I grabbed a pile. I think the best course of action was to read more about what the elders had to say about Lycans—moonbloods,

as mentioned here.

Their knowledge was said to be what our kin was before we chose to adjust to the new world. These ancient texts might prove to be useful after all.

I heard a creak, and I veered my gaze to the direction of the sound. It was Damon coming through from the balcony doors, and striding like he owned my fucking chamber.

I rose to my feet at that instance and dropped the parchments. "What are you doing here?"

"Morning to you, brother..." he said, giving me a smirk. "I’m here to check on her. She’s been asleep for days, yes?"

"Leave..."

"It’s my blood that saved her."

I had a feeling he was going to keep throwing that in my face just to aggravate me further. I wish I could kill him.

Damon chuckled mischievously before walking to the bed. In a blur, I grabbed his wrist before he could touch Eloise.

"Touch my wife and you lose your fingers."

"You don’t know when to give up, do you?" He said, amusedly, before shoving my hand away and walking past me to the table.

I pulled the drapes around the bed to shroud her.

"I’m kind of relieved this happened. My ears were getting itchy with all the loud moans. Fucking her to get under my skin." He went through the parchments.

"I think you have this entirely wrong, Damon, and you’re being disgusting."

"Hope you didn’t break her while fucking her that hard. Aren’t you supposed to be a gentleman? Or were you so angry about my interest that you can’t just resist marking and claiming her right there?"

I came at him with the intent to rip his mouth to get him to stop uttering any more nonsense, but he flapped the parchment in front of me. "Blood servant, huh?"

I paused, eyeing him with a heated look.

"Two Alphas from the great Balthar royal family are blood servants to a very special woman."

My jaw tightened.

Damon sat down on the chair and got comfortable with his legs up on the table. "How very interesting... blood servant and also my mate. A bonus."

"You will never mark her," I swore.

"Never?" He looked at me. "I’m sorry, brother, but I won’t agree to that."

"You cannot force a mark nor a mate bond on her."

"Who said I’d force her? If my brother can claim her heart, then I think I can too."

I smirked. "Only if she lets you. You’re not the one for control, are you?" I walked to a chair and sat. "Tell me, Damon, for someone who knows nothing of control, how can you handle that? Your flaw will make you fall faster than your brain can fathom. It is that same flaw that made you unfit."

Damon’s smile wavered. We held each other’s gaze for what seemed like over a minute.

"Yes, you’re right, control is not my best game. Can’t fault me for staying true to my origins than acting like a fucking refined gentleman."

"It’s this refined gentleman she gave her heart to."

Now he wasn’t smiling, and I was pleased to have wiped it off his fucking lips.

"You know I have tasted control... I knew how it felt when my canines were at her neck. I wish I had marked her right there. If she’s willing to accept my blood, don’t you think it’s possible I could have made her mine that night?"