Conquering His Cold Heart

295 Bodies

“Rest well, you arsehole.”

Romulus felt Herald’s voice creeping under his skin. His mind told him that he was in immense danger right now. And there was nothing he could do to stall the vampire until the incompetent meat shields broke in. The only option left was to fight the vampire head-on.

However, before he could even prepare himself, he saw a set of sharp claws swinging right at him.

Herald had slashed his claws against Romulus’ neck without showing any mercy.

Romulus widened his eyes in utter shock when he felt warm liquid flowing down his neck. He held his breath and quickly grabbed his neck in order to stop the bleeding until his healing kicked in.

But before the wounds on his neck could heal on their own, Romulus felt such excruciating pain in his neck that he thought his head would fall off of his neck.

He looked at the vampire and saw him enjoying the pain that he had inflicted. That disgustingly proud smirk on his face made Romulus’ eyes to instantly turn red with rage. He felt his blood boiling inside his veins.

‘No, I’m not going to die at the hands of a vampire!’ he screamed in his head and decided to put on the fight of his life. ‘Right now, only I can save myself.’

Romulus gave a death glare to Herald and let out a deep growl as a warning sign.

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Herald didn’t even take a defensive stance even after seeing that offensive stance of the werewolf. Rather, he looked Romulus dead in the eyes and grumbled, “For every life that you’ve taken and for every people that you’ve put in danger, I am going to drown you in your own blood.”

“As if I will silently let you have your way!” Romulus shouted in anger and instantly kicked Herald in the chest so as to push him away from him.

However, instead of getting thrown into the air like the others who Romulus had fought before, Herald gabbed Romulus’ leg and twisted it.

“Arghhhhh…” Romulus growled when he felt excruciating pain in his hip.

Herald didn’t leave Romulus’ leg yet. He twisted that leg even further to completely break it at the hip joint, and while Romulus kept on screaming in agony, he easily pushed that werewolf down to the floor.

Herald straddled the werewolf who was wriggling in pain on the floor and looked at him with immense hatred in his eyes. He flicked his claws in front of him and before Romulus could attempt any futile attack on him once again, he swished his hands across Romulus’ body, leaving him with several cuts and deep wounds.

The intensity of Romulus’ gut-wrenching scream increased even further. There wasn’t a single place on his body that wasn’t bleeding and that wasn’t in extreme pain.

“Get off of me!” Romulus shouted as tears rolled down his temples.

“I will get off after I finish you.” Herald placed his claws on Romulus’ chest and spoke as if he was about to do a great favor to Romulus, “I promise I won’t take long now. I would have tortured you more but your minions are about to break that reinforced door that you had built.”

Herald raised his hand once more to slash his claws against his prey’s chest.

However, he paused when he heard someone grunting. He turned his head thinking it was one of the two werewolves who he hadn’t finished earlier. But he was somewhat surprised to see that it was Slayer who was awake.

‘What the hell happened?’ Slayer tried to recall how he lost his consciousness and looked around the room.

He got the shock of his life when he saw his alpha pinned down by that mysterious vampire who he had fought earlier.

“I thought you would be asleep for a little longer,” Herald said in a mocking tone and focused his attention back on Romulus.

Slayer immediately shouted while pushing himself up on his feet, “Don’t you dare do anything to him!”

Herald raised his hand in the air once again and slammed his fist into Romulus’ chest. “Too late!” he mumbled, and within a split second, he was holding Romulus’ beating heart in his hand.

Slayer froze on his track when he saw his alpha’s lifeless body on the floor.

A loud crashing sound was heard at that very moment. The werewolves who had been trying to break the door open finally managed to break it.

Herald instantly took out a kerchief from his pocket and then wrapped it around the exposed lower half of his face.

As the other werewolves started to rush down the stairs, Herald looked at his next targets. ‘They have seen my face. I can’t let them live now,’ he thought to himself.

And in the blink of an eye, Herald managed to fly around the dungeon and even break himself out of that dungeon by breaking the thick stone wall.

As he merged with the darkness of the night and flew higher and higher, he heard loud screams and gut-wrenching cries of several werewolves. He let out a sigh after disappearing in the dark clouds and then looked at the three hearts that he was still holding in his palms.

“Sorry, you had to die for that worthless scumbag. May your souls rest in peace,” he whispered to the hearts and then dropped them to be found by the werewolves.

And as he kept on flying, he took off the kerchief and wiped his bloody hands with it.

“I should get rid of all this evidence,” he mumbled as a reminder to himself and disappeared within the clouds.

Back in the dungeon, all the werewolves were mourning the death of not just their alpha, but also their beta.

Some were gathered around the lifeless bodies of their pack leaders, some were running around in order to catch the culprit, while some were still in utter disbelief that such tragedy had occurred right under their noses.

Amidst all that chaos, the unconscious lady who Slayer had dropped in the dungeon finally regained consciousness.

She pushed her red hair away from her face and looked around the dungeon in horror.

“What’s going on?” she whispered.