Moon Lovers: Bound by Blood and Revenge

Chapter 32 A Moon Goddess' Curse?

[ Kingdom of Phantasia… ]

In the King's chamber, a slim figure of a woman with emerald eyes was standing by the window, a gloomy aura surrounding her.

Her heart was too full of sadness leaving only a hole that could never be filled. She kept asking herself if she regretted what she had done in the past or not.

But she never seemed to know the answer yet. She just thought she had done what was needed to do for the sake of their clan.

And tonight, she was reminded of the time they lost their daughter. Twenty-four years ago, the werewolves were so occupied with the mating season that they lowered their guard down against their enemies.

Someone took their princess to this very same place without leaving a trace. They both vanished in the night as fast as the lightning struck. They failed to track the culprit down.

Her heart clenched as she remembered the intense pain of losing her daughter. She asked the Moon Goddess if this was another punishment for betraying the person close to her but she never received an answer.

The Moon Goddess had already stopped communicating to them as if she never existed in their world. Did the Moon Goddess forsake her and her husband for the bloodshed brought upon by the war between the two races– vampires and werewolves?

The tears in her eyes began to blur her vision and they continued to flow down her cheeks like raindrops.

She was so lost in her train of thoughts that she failed to notice that someone already entered the chamber.

Then she just found herself being engulfed by strong arms and being kissed by the man behind her.

"My wife, it's time to fulfill our duty as Alpha and Luna," he whispered in her ear, his hands starting to remove her robe.

She clenched her fists, her eyes still fixed on the outside. "Do we still have to? The ending will be the same. We can never bear another child. And our one and only daughter is still missing until now." There was a hint of bitterness and rage in her voice.

Dominique just sighed helplessly. He turned her around to face him. He knew it! She was crying again, shedding unending tears as tonight was the same night when their daughter had gone missing.

He raised his hands, wiping her tears. "Shhhh, don't lose hope. We will find her. Dylan will be able to find his sister." He shushed her out, kissing away those tears.

He began kissing her from her forehead, down to her nose and her cheeks. Then his lips stopped on her lips, giving her a lingering kiss.

Dominique really knew how to divert her attention. Their mate bond was too strong, she couldn't stop yearning to be touched and kissed by him. And just like that, he was able to make her into submission, enslaving her with her burning desire.

Dominique knew that her heart was filled with sadness right now. He couldn't bear to see her like that. As much as possible, he wanted her to be happy.

And tonight, he promised to himself that he would try to be gentle and patient with her. He would be the one serving and pleasuring her until she forgot the sadness in her heart.

Dominique was a cold and cunning man– a ruthless and merciless person to his enemies. But to her, he was just a man in love who wanted to pamper her.

Before she knew it, her clothes were already scattered on the floor as he carried her toward their bed.

The next thing they heard was no longer her cries of sadness, but her loud moans of pleasure. The creaking sound of the bed along with the slapping sound of flesh reverberated in their chambers as he took her, claiming her over and over again.

*****

Meanwhile, Dylan just arrived at the palace after meeting the White Witch. He glanced in the direction of his parents' chambers. He wondered if they were just doing fine tonight. He knew how his mother would always feel down on this very night– the same night his sister got taken away from them.

Dylan exhaled deeply before going into his own room. Upon reaching his chamber, he was greeted by a slave vampire who was assigned to take care of his every need. Her name was Beatrice.

Beatrice was so lucky that Dylan became her Master after becoming a slave for the werewolves. He never hurt her or asked her to do something against her will. The werewolf prince never treated her as an enemy or as his slave. He treated her as his friend.

Dylan entered his chamber while Beatrice was following him behind. He sat on the bed, his eyes still looking at his slave vampire.

Beatrice felt conscious seeing her master's intense gaze, a blush creeping over her face. "Master, do you need something? I already prepared your warm bath."

Dylan shook his head before signaling her to come over. Beatrice traced her steps towards him and stopped in front of him.

Dylan stood up, holding Beatrice's shoulders. "I will be leaving for a long journey and I don't know when I will be coming back. You can do as you want without my presence. But I will just ask you one thing…"

Beatrice looked at him with eyes filled with curiosity.

"Take care of my Mother."

Beatrice nodded her head frantically. "Yes, Master. I will do that."

Dylan flashed his gentle smile before patting her head.

"Beatrice, I just remembered… there is something I was dying to know. Can you tell me more about your Vampire King?"

Beatrice was taken aback when the werewolf prince suddenly brought up the topic of the Vampire King.

"W-Why do you suddenly ask me this, Master?" She asked him in amusement. Everyone in the kingdom was not allowed to mention the Vampire King. But here he was, a werewolf prince trying to ask about their enemy's king.

Dylan shrugged his shoulders and responded, "I'm just curious how powerful he was because I just heard a weird rumor from a certain someone telling me that my parents are suffering right now just because of him. Is it true that he cast a vampire's curse on my parents?" That certain someone Dylan was referring to was the White Witch.

Beatrice tried her best not to laugh. "Master, even though our Vampire King is powerful, he can't cast a curse. There is no such thing as a vampire's curse. The witches are the ones casting some curse, not vampires. That rumor is definitely not true."

"Eh??! That means she was just pranking me?"

Beatrice giggled before nodding her head. "But the most powerful curse can come from the Moon Goddess… the guardian of Phantasia."

"You are a werewolf prince. You should know this!" Beatrice added, fighting the urge to laugh at her master.

Dylan just frowned at her words. But then again, he pondered to himself… did the Moon Goddess curse his family to have this kind of mishap? But why? What was the reason behind this? Dylan wanted to find out.