Chapter 33: Izaak, the First Prince
Alora refrained from meeting the gaze of the person who had just seized her hand, aware that her gaze could potentially reduce the person to ashes.
"Prince Izaak, I implore you to cease," Tobias urged urgently, fearing Alora would look at him.
"The allure of human blood is not something I can resist," Izaak remarked, his lips moistened by a tantalizing lick.
A powerful blow struck him, eliciting a frightened shriek from Alora. The force of the punch sent him hurtling at least a hundred meters away from her, his body skidding to a stop as his feet dug into the soil.
Finally halting, Izaak found himself ensnared by Magnus, who gripped his collar fiercely, their eyes locking in a primal standoff. Their fangs bared as they both emitted menacing growls, the tension between them was palpable.
"Little Brother, you dare raise your hand against your elder brother," Izaak declared, his tone laced with admonition. "I merely desired to savor her blood, nothing more," he insisted.
"It appears you have a death wish. Shall I force you to gaze into her eyes? I would take pleasure in witnessing you reduced to ashes, Brother Izaak," Magnus retorted sternly.
"It’s regrettable to receive such a welcome after such a long time," Izaak lamented, extricating himself from Magnus’s grip. "But your wife is quite remarkable. Despite my touch, she remained steadfast. As Lily described Alora, she is incapable of harming anyone," he proclaimed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
"Leave before I have to kick you out," Magnus commanded Izaak firmly. Without further delay, he reached out to Alora, who trembled with fear. Gently enveloping her in his embrace, he guided her inside the residence.