The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

Chapter 446 - Craved For You

Bianca got up and walked out of the room. All the guards bowed to her and a man came forward. "Good morning, Your Royal Highness. I am Tymir, the Royal Housekeeper. In your realm's language, the Manager of the palace." He said with a smile.

Bianca chuckled. "Thanks for explaining it to me."

"I will be taking you on a tour to the palace."

"Ah okay!" said Bianca.

They winded down the stairs and walked slowly through an endless series of rooms, another set of stairs, across a hall, which he said was the old court room, through a library that was stacked with books in shelves from floor to the ceiling, then another set of stairs that led into an antechamber. Tymir opened the heavily-crafter door into the throne room.

It was empty and she stared at her throne while passing through the hall. Electricity zapped around it as if beckoning her to come and sit on it. She gulped and took a step towards it.

"Your Highness!" Tymir's voice pierced her focus and she snapped out of her trance. "This way please," he said in an urgent tone.

Bianca sucked in breath and then followed Tymir. Suddenly a thought occurred to her and she said, "Take me to the palace's storerooms."

Tymir jerked his head towards her. He bit his lips to stop himself from saying anything. He nodded and they walked towards the west wing of the palace.

Bianca's breath fogged in front of her, as she stood right beside Tymir in one of the palace's many storerooms. She clutched her shawl tightly around her and looked at the sacks of grains that piled one over the other.

"We are pretty low on the harvest and so the stores aren't full." He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. "Most of the grains have come from Ixoviya." He walked out of the storeroom and Bianca followed her. She stepped over the perimeter, waving the dust of grains that floated in front of her and coughing. "The king has gone to assess the situation and revise taxes. We need a lot of grain sacks."

"I see," said Bianca. Feeling tired, she wanted to go back to her chamber. "Please take me back."

She took a bath again and after dressing up in simple shorts and a tank top, she sat on the couch beside the glass wall that faced the waterfall. It was so beautiful that she was entranced. She was sipping tea after lunch and watched the blooms flutter in the soft breeze, as the grey clouds hung over the cliff of the mountain. Later Bianca went off to sleep and when she woke up, it was already 9PM and Brantley hadn't come. Loneliness came over. She got up from the bed, walked to her new piano and pressed a white key.

Her finger tingled by the feel of the music under her skin. Bianca pulled the ottoman from beneath the instrument and sat down on it, as notes swirled around in her head. The black and white keys beckoned her and she started playing it, softly at first and then she poured her soul into it. Vibrations of each note ran through her as she closed her eyes and played the music she had been playing from past two years—one which was dedicated to Brantley's features. Music consumed her as she progressed until eventually she became one with the piano, until she became one with his beauty. His face, his smell, his warmth was so committed to her memory that she felt she would die if she didn't get him.

Bianca was panting and her clothes were drenched with sweat. Huffing, when she opened her eyes, she found Brantley standing opposite to her at the Grand Piano with a crystal glass filled with red wine. Her breath hitched as they became entangled in a war of stares. He was as perfect and as beautiful as the music she created for him. Slowly he walked up to her and stood on the corner of the piano and leaned on it. A key pressed into a shrill note. Her heart pounded against her chest. She had this urgent need to sink her fangs in him.

"That music—do you know its lyrics?" he asked in a husky voice looking over her over the rim of the glass.

She shook her head slightly, wanting him to kiss her. Her arousal was soaking her between the thighs and she clenched them. Her wolf was clambering on the inside. How could she say that this music came naturally to her? It had no lyrics. "How long have you been standing here?" she croaked.

"Long enough…"

She gazed at his face and those bow shaped lips that made her bite her bottom lip, that made her flush.

Wind outside gusted and she felt like howling like a wolf. She wanted to shift and run. This was the first time she felt that her wolf wanted to come out.

"Do you know it is full moon night today?" he said, watching her carefully.

The winds outside gushed and howled and the clouds cleared, revealing the full moon. The moonlight pierced through the glass walls. A beam spread inside and touched her feet and she shuddered. And if this man didn't take her, she was sure she would go mad. "The moon… I need to go out… It is pulling me… It is calling me…" She could feel her fangs growing and claws were sharpening. If this man didn't take her, she could feel that the beast would take control of her. She closed her eyes and looked away.

Brantley placed his glass on the piano and held her hand. "Come to me Bia," he said.

She rose to her feeling an undeniable lust for him. Her claws curled. She was about to lose her focus when suddenly Brantley picked her up and she clasped his waist tightly with her legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his neck as she grazed her fangs on his skin. He carried her to the bed.

"You mean so much to me Bia. Don't fight this. If you want to shift, you should. If you want to pierce me with your fangs, you must. I told you that I am ready for you." When he sat with her on the bed, he wrapped her hair around his fist and yanked her face to meet her wild gaze. "I want to claim you. Choose me Bia."

She could no longer hide her need for him—that wildness, the darkness that her wolf had—she couldn't hold it any longer. Looking into his eyes, she knew that she had waited her entire life for him, just as he had waited for her for over two thousand years.

He leaned against her nape and said, "I have waited for this moment my whole life." His cock had shot up to the point of being painful. Brantley had disbanded his harem after she was born, no after she was conceived and had craved for her. He became breathless. "I have craved for you Bianca, madly." He tore her tank top and pinched her nipple so hard that she cried with pleasure. That one gesture was more than enough for her to buck.

With a growl, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss.

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