Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

In the silence of night, the pair ravaged and tore into each other like a pair of feral beasts. It was as if desire rushed up their throats like a sandy tide, and they withered away from dehydration under the blazing sun. Even after quenching their thirst, it left them wanting more. Unable to endure, or hold back.

And so, they forgot the passage of time, and the sensation of being satiated and continuously drank, ate and hungered for more.

The beginning became the end, and the end another beginning, as logic and morality lost all meaning. Whether it be midnight, dawn, or the afternoon, Nikolai and Selene took no heed to the time or place and merely filled each other's emptiness until their bodies collapsed.

"Are you alright?" Nikolai asked, lying on his back enjoying a glass of blood wine, as the afternoon sun was setting to welcome the evening.

"Hmph… I can barely lift a damn finger." Selene's usual quips and temper sounded weak, breathless and soft, like a stuffed cat teddy trying to complain.

"I went easy on you."

"LIAR…" Selene murmured while burying her face in his chest.

"Then, shall we rest? Together."

Hearing his voice, Selene's body trembled, her tired, half-opened eyes gazing up at him as if holding a grudge.

Yet, her heart raced, galloping like an excited horse in an open field, as her lips trembled.

Although she could use plenty of excuses to stay beside him, remaining in bed together and enjoying this warmth and exhausting bliss.

'No, I shouldn't be greedy.'

"You are really over the top, how am I supposed to walk around, or wear a normal dress after making me look like this?"

'How ridiculous, I'm covered in marks!'

"Even if we didn't plan anything today, I still have to greet the maids and other girls, you know?"

'This is beyond something I can cover up.'

Selene's lips pressed together as she pouted. Normally, she might be happy to show off these markings, but her cheeks became hot, and her eyes averted from her image in the mirror, while Nikolai hugged her from behind and admired her nude image.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Even if I don't show it, I can get embarrassed too!"

"Don't act like you didn't do the same to me last night."

Nikolai sipped on his wine, with a matter-of-fact expression, watching as she looked at him with her eyes widened and nose twitching. "You clawed my back so badly that I thought you were a tiger."

"Do you want to see my back as proof?"

"Y-You told me to do that when I couldn't endure!" Selene snapped back with a red face before turning away and slamming both hands on her dresser.

"I did. But, why is your endurance so horrible?"

Nikolai gazed at her body, a smile growing on his lips, before he said something in a low voice. "Well, like you said, since you can't cover yourself up. You'll have to stay here until the marks fade."

"… Huh?"

"This… wasn't your plan from the start, right…?"

Selene looked amazed, using her hands to cover her cheeks as she turned away and rushed to her walk-in wardrobe, ignoring his faint smile.

"Of course I did," Nikolai whispered, watching her slamming the door after pulling out her tongue.

'Sometimes she's so childish…'

Because he knew there might be issues with the women because of Nikita's pregnancy and the addition of Kumiko. Nikolai completely overwhelmed Selene with carnal pleasure, driving her to the brink of submission and madness.

'With those marks, she should feel over the moon for at least a week.'

"Well, let's go and see my father."

Nikolai learned from the maid's whispers on his way home last night that Ivan would return after helping Anastasia recover. She wasn't healed completely. He understood the process would take a long time because of what happened.

'I suppose it's time to tell my dad, although he probably knows already.'

"Selene, take care of yourself. I'm going to see my father, and I'll be back before dinner."

He spoke louder than usual to ensure she heard him, but it seemed Selene was still upset at how wild their evening was. Nikolai tapped his arms before grabbing a piece of paper and pen. Then he wrote her a lovely message and apology before sticking it to the dressing-table mirror.

"I'm leaving, don't be too angry. It'll ruin your cute face."

Slam!

The moment Nikolai left, slowly the door opened with a small gap, a tiny and beautiful critter peeking through the gap with swollen lips and red eyes. Selene looked around before she realised he wasn't hiding and it wasn't a trick.

"Hmph! How dare you just leave me… Ack!" Selene's face twisted in a grimace from the aching of her body, but she didn't seem upset like her words suggested, but a dazzling smile filled her face.

'Maybe last night was enough, can I be like Nikita?'

Selene's thoughts and hopes allowed her to ignore the various kiss marks and bites on her body. She slipped out of the wardrobe and scurried to the note while naked, snatching it off the mirror before glancing at it.

The not soon crumpled up, and her face transformed from a grimace, to look like she had eaten the most delicious honey dessert.

"Idiot, why so sweet in words."

No longer in a bad mood, she fell onto her bed, and wrapped herself in the quilts, "Since you said I could do nothing, then I will do so~ hmph! ♡"

Meanwhile, in the older parts of the mansion, Leona guided Nikolai to a special mansion hidden from the public where the main family line would meet secretly.

"Young Lord, please follow me."

After walking through a large hallway, Nikolai and Leona reached a spacious study room with many desks and bookshelves surrounding several loungers and a fireplace with embers burning within.

"What is this room?"

"Ah, it's the previous meeting room for the Main line of the Volkov clan," Leona said softly while standing straight with her back pressed against the wall.

Although he knew the mansion was constructed inside a mountain, it had taken him some time to grow accustomed to the layout. The interior walls were made from marble stone and the floors were mostly covered in expensive rugs to prevent discomfort from the cold surface.

Noticing there were no windows, or anything apart from the fireplace providing illumination, it left Nikolai wondering if this room had been sealed away by choice.

'There are even markings on the walls and floors, deep marks, like werewolf claws.'

Looking closely, everything seemed as new as the rest of the mansion, with no trace of dust or dirt anywhere; it appeared the rooms were unused rather than forgotten.

'It feels strange. The scent and presence of many werewolves, dozens, fill this room, yet none of them feel foreign.'

Nikolai closed his eyes, inhaling.

The smell was like a pack marking its territory to keep out rivals.

What surprised him was the similarity in scent that other werewolves had compared to his father and grandfather. But the ones at the council meeting each carried a distinct scent—even the family who branched from the Volkov.

They each had their own territory that separated them, a unique combination of spices and aromas that defined them.

'A heavy metallic taste, like iron and rust, fills my mouth. Blood has been shed in this room, lots of it.'

"Your father should be arriving soon, I will be outside, Young Lord."

Leona bowed and stepped backwards out of the room after speaking. After taking another step toward the large table, Nikolai sensed an overpowering bloodthirst in this area. Different from the past places where he fought. It wasn't like a massacre had occurred here, but something else, which chilled his body and made him shudder.

"Haha, can you smell it, Nikolai?"

A low, nostalgic and comforting voice sounded from the door.

Ivan must have entered when Nikolai was distracted by the scent of blood.

A rough-looking man dressed in a military-style jacket entered through the doors with an almost silent step, without hesitation, moving directly beside Nikolai. While looking over Ivan's attire, Nikolai couldn't help noticing many scratches on the leather coat's exterior, as if he had just returned from fighting in a war zone.

'This old man does wear whatever he wants.'

"Dad, it feels like a lifetime since I saw you."

"Naturally, with how busy I am. Still, how about we enjoy a glass of whiskey and reminisce?"

Without waiting for Nikolai to answer, Ivan placed a bottle of black labelled John Daniels Kentucky Whiskey 1on the table between them, along with two glasses.

"Always at your own pace, huh?"

Nikolai bitterly laughed, noticing his father's silver hair looked a little dull and his once towering wide shoulders became smaller, as he stood half a head taller now. "Are you alright, dad?"

'I don't like it.'

It was a rejection, a sensation that most might feel when they noticed their father changing over the years, his grey whiskers, and hair becoming thinner and dull. The ageing of a father destroyed a child's invincible image of their father… even when they were werewolves.

"Look at you, almost crying. What's that stupid look, drink this and stop whining."

A sharp, stinging heat rushed down his throat like a bullet and spread to every nerve within his body after he finished the glass in one shot, trying to show Ivan he could handle himself.

But his father just snorted, and with a slightly Stoic look, he spoke again.

"I heard that Nikita girl is pregnant."

"That's right." Nikolai didn't look at all nervous or anxious. Instead, his chest puffed out and his eyes seemed determined, like he had already become a father.

"Make sure you protect her, keep her happy."

His father's words sounded melancholic as if trying to tell Nikolai something, but the message landed like an atomic bomb because Ivan was alluding to his mother. From the moment she passed away, even the childish Nikolai noticed his father seemed half-alive and like a living corpse.

"Do you love, mom?"

"Hmm? Why are you asking a dumb question like that? Of course, I do, with all my damn heart!"

"Even now?"

Ivan turned toward the wall, gazing upon the many scratch marks, not even blinking.

"The woman I loved isn't among the living… but the woman I love will never be anyone but Elizabeth."

"I understand."

Nikolai noticed his mother's figure in the corner of his vision. Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire

It was for her that he asked this question.

He believed as a ghost, his mother might have doubts, worries, and fears, and this might have been one of them when looking at Nikolai with several women at once.

'Congratulations, mother. Your man ranks number one in the world.'

Parody of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey!