Hell's Consort

Chapter 362 - So Bold

Chapter 362 - So Bold

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Vampire King Apollyon

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I am Queen Gloriana's youngest daughter, Alisabethe." There was a gleam in her turquoise eyes as Princess Alisabethe's smiled, "I am the Seventh Princess of the Spring Courts."

Every Spring Faerie near the vicinity had glanced at their table, wondering what the commotion was all about.

When they caught sight of Princess Alisabethe there, their elven ears had perked up, eavesdropping on the conversation.

Some—and Apollyon meant, most--of the cliques had unobtrusively lingered in their area.

It was as if they were already expecting a scene—an explosive, dramatic one that they would never forget.

"Good afternoon to you too, Seventh Princess!" Luna exclaimed abruptly with a huge smile on her face.

The sudden change of her attitude made Apollyon raise an eyebrow.

His wife held his hand, which covered her forearm, and pushed it down.

She inhaled and exhaled a heavy sigh.

"It's a good day today, isn't it?" Raising a hand to cover her eyes from the harsh rays of the sun, she looked up at the sky and then fixed her gaze at her. "The weather is nice for the 'Ostara,' and did I say you look gorgeous?"

Princess Alisabethe had glanced up at his wife to maintain eye contact.

Clapping her hands, Luna asked without breaking from her character, "Now that you have introduced yourself, do you have anything else to say to us? You were bothering my husband and me. Do you mind?"

Apollyon straightened his spine and puffed up his chest, situating himself between his wife and Princess Alisabethe to avoid catfights.

"Princess Alisabethe, I would like to wish you a good day along with your parents—the King and Queen of the Spring Courts." He murmured as he faced Luna, raising both of his hands to cup her cheeks so that Luna would only focus on him and calm down. "My wife and I are busy discussing interesting…things."

"I am also bored chatting with the peeress of my clique, Vampire King. I bet I can add more interesting…" Princess Alisabethe trailed off and lowered her voice in a husky tone, "--things into your conversation."

"I read a lot of books, and I know a lot of stuff. "Her chilling whispers sounded like she was talking straight through his brain. "You can ask anything from me if you would like to learn about the Fair Folk and the Faerie Realm."

Tip-toeing to match his height, Luna lifted her arms and wrapped them around Apollyon's neck in a hug. "You might know a lot of things, little princess, but you don't know how to read the atmosphere. "

Apollyon's hands wrapped around her small waists in a subconscious gesture, loving how his cufflinks glide against her skin.

She remarked, "I don't know why you have this assumption that you and my husband are close."

"We aren't that close, Empress, but I had conversations with your husband that I have enjoyed immensely while you were present with us." Princess Alisabethe was behind Apollyon.

"I don't wish to bother you. "He could feel the youngest princess of the Spring Courts stepping forward, moving closer to his back, that he could feel the warmth emanating from her body along with the glorious scent of gardenia blooms. "I thought the Vampire King wished me to accompany--"

"Ah." Apollyon cut her off loudly as he mentally slapped himself. "That was before, Princess Alisabethe." Apollyon grimaced, forgetting about how he included Princess Alisabethe in a pathetic love triangle with Lilith in Luna's body before.

"It's alright." He didn't tell Luna about this, so she had no clue about his past strategy. "You don't need to help me---"

Luna would kill him if she found out.

"What did she mean, Apollyon? Explain. " Luna's mouth was close to his left ear as she looked at Princess Alisabethe over his shoulder.? "I don't understand a single word with regards to her 'helping' you."

His lips curved upward as he blocked Princess Alisabethe from Luna's line of sight.

As much as he liked females fighting for his attention and see his pregnant mate acting possessive over him, it would be cruel to add fuel to the fire.

Apollyon didn't doubt that Luna can fight with the faerie princess and defeat her without breaking a sweat.

She had become stronger--her soul had altered into an Archdemon—but he didn't want to put their baby in danger when Leo had just adapted in her Mama's womb.

"Later. Wife." When Apollyon felt that she was close to blowing her top, he pleaded as he diffused the rising tension before it turned into mayhem. "We'll talk about this later."

"Alright, husband. I would give you the benefit of the doubt." Luna whispered huskily, sounding like a threat that was as sharp as a blade, " But you knew who you belonged, right?"

All of his blood rushed to the south when Luna's front rubbed against his twice during the intimate hug.

Apollyon lips parted in a silent gasp, shocked at how his wife had acted so boldly in claiming him in this broad daylight where every spring faerie guests could see them.

They stuck out like a sore thumb—acting like two horny young newlyweds who couldn't get their hands off each other.

In that instant, Apollyon got hard as a diamond, and his cheekbones and the tips of his ears might have flushed red.

He swallowed hard, wanting to adjust the monster in his pants, but he couldn't.

"The Spring Queen, Queen Gloriana, was my mother who wanted to be King Apollyon's matchmaker." Princess Alisabethe spoke aloud.

"Wife," Apollyon explained right away before she could get the wrong idea. "Queen Gloriana wanted me to be this lady's husband, but I already told her that I am already blood bonded to my Empress. Good thing that you had awakened ahead of time, or the constant matchmaking wouldn't have stopped."

"We. Don't. Want. To. Be. Bothered. Princess. Back. Off." Baring her teeth, Luna enunciated each word properly as she skimmed her elongated claws down Apollyon's back, deliciously tracing his shoulder and the curve of his spine. "My husband isn't interested in you. Do you know how easy it was to tear you apart with these claws?"