My Fiancé Betrayed Me For A Pregnant Mistress — Then I Uncovered His Sickest Secret
Part 2
Flinching away from his icy touch, I squeezed my eyes shut against the pounding rhythm of my own heart.
The stranger exhaled a long breath that sounded incredibly tired and introduced himself as Brian.
My new reality was navigating the dark isolation of a magically hidden castle deep in the woods.
This existence was dictated entirely by the terrible curse attached to his face.
Because looking upon him guaranteed an eternity doomed to obsessive and ruinous love, I spent the next several days recovering in complete chosen blindness.
To ensure my safety, he respectfully paused to blindfold me before ever crossing the threshold of my private room.
Hours melted away while we sat by the crackling stone fireplace.
He recounted fascinating stories of his long and isolated existence as a cursed vampire.
I found myself leaning into the comforting resonance of his deep voice.
A stark contrast to Craig’s brutal dominance emerged through his gentle actions.
Instead of demanding my compliance, he meticulously placed fresh meals within my reach and softly asked for my permission before adjusting the blankets over my injured wing.
We developed a strange and beautiful emotional bond entirely in the dark.
Sketching detailed pictures of the castle grounds allowed me to share my unique perspective.
His thoughtful gestures, like leaving small notes praising my artwork, made me realize something profound.
I was falling for the soul of a man I had never truly seen.
However, abandoning my sister Heather to those terrifying monsters was a luxury I could not afford.
I knew that Craig and Brenda would eventually finish what they had maliciously started.
My only option became begging Brian desperately to stage a dangerous rescue mission.
Though he reluctantly agreed to help, guiding me safely out of the enchanted magical wards proved to be his ultimate sacrifice.
The familiar hallways felt utterly foreign to my terrified mind as I slipped back into the heavily guarded pack house under the cover of night.
Finding Heather still trapped in her deeply unnatural and drug-induced slumber was devastating.
Dragging her limp body out to a carefully hidden wheelchair demanded every ounce of my remaining strength.
After I pushed her quickly into the dark and dense forest, Brian met us at the designated treeline to carry Heather the rest of the entire way.
A genuine and massive surge of overwhelming hope for our future washed over me once we crossed back into the absolute safety of the castle grounds.
The fleeting illusion that we had actually outsmarted them all successfully was shattered by the deafening crash of the heavy wooden doors blowing open.
Craig had tracked my scent and followed us right through the magical barrier, stalking into the entrance hall with a murderous sneer on his face.
He locked his eyes onto Brian with absolute fury before launching himself across the room.
This aggressive charge ended with him tackling my savior to the floor.
The sound of their struggle echoed terribly in the grand hall.
Brian refused to use his lethal strength in a desperate bid to protect his hood.
Craig pinned him down and grabbed the dark fabric, completely ignoring my frantic screams for him to stop.
Craig sneered as he tore the mask away to expose my savior’s greatest secret, but how could an arrogant Alpha ever prepare for the curse that was about to destroy his entire mind?
