Conquering His Cold Heart

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Vincent was running down the corridor to reach the front door of the inn when something struck his mind. ‘Did I just expose myself to those humans?’ He sighed exasperatedly when he suddenly recalled how he had just displayed his superhuman ability to those bunch of guards.

He abruptly came to a halt on his path and mumbled while widening his crystal-red eyes, “Humans... Tilla!”

Suddenly, Vincent felt something burning inside his chest and felt a knot at the pit of his stomach.

‘Did they take Tilla with them?’ he wondered to himself.

Everything happened so fast that they couldn’t coordinate anything or flow the information properly. And just like how both he and Hamilton had stayed behind to protect Alexander, he wouldn’t be surprised if he found out that they had forgotten about Tilla.

‘Something tells me that they might have left Tilla behind. I have to make sure that she is safe before I go and guard the front door,’ Vincent thought to himself and turned to head toward Tilla’s room.

Upon reaching her room, he flung the door open while simultaneously calling her, “Tilla! Are you in here?”

He looked around the room to find it empty. He was about to close the door when he noticed that there was a hollow space under the bed.

‘Could she be in there?’ he thought to himself and rushed to check. He didn’t find her there, and there wasn’t any other place in the room where she could have hidden.

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So, he sighed in relief thinking that Tilla was safe with the royal guards. He believed that one of them had carried her away.

Vincent then got out of the room and immediately rushed back towards the front door again. However, he hadn’t even reached anywhere near the front door when suddenly another thought crossed his mind.

‘What if she is with the other maids and servants? The others will at least be able to defend themselves. But if push came to shove, I doubt that they will care about giving a hand to a human.’

He clenched his jaw and immediately rushed back again, this time toward the rooms that were assigned to the maids and servants which were near Tilla’s room.

He flung one of the doors open, almost prompting the servants to attack him thinking that he was a werewolf.

“Oh lord! Please excuse me, Milord,” one of the servants who was very close to punching Vincent pulled away his fist and apologized.

Since everyone in the room was male, Vincent didn’t ask anything and simply ran to barge inside the maids’ room. He didn’t have time to waste by knocking on the door and waiting for the maids to speak.

A series of hisses welcomed him into that room. But just like earlier, the maids immediately bowed and apologized when they saw Vincent at the door.

Vincent looked at each and every maid’s face and also darted his eyes around the room. And when he didn’t find Tilla there, he asked, “Has any one of you seen Tilla?”

One of the maids answered the Lord, “Earlier, she said that she had to tend to the Queen and ran without even checking into her room. I had to drop her belongings-”

Vincent instantly shut the door behind him and rushed towards the King and the Queen’s room without even thinking anything. He wondered if she was still there.

‘If she isn’t there then she must be with the royal guards. She isn’t a fool to be roaming around when a battle is going on.’ Vincent thought of checking that one room and then finally going back to keep the werewolves out of the inn. By now, he was starting to believe that Tilla was not here in the inn.

When he reached a small empty hall that separated the King’s room from the others, suddenly something came shooting through the wall and landed right in front of Vincent with a thud on the floor.

Vincent saw that it was a person. But before he could figure out who it was, that man suddenly got up and faced Vincent while baring his claws and sharp fangs.

Vincent smirked when he saw the glowing yellow eyes that were glaring at him.

“Oh! What do we have here?” he sarcastically asked and kept on looking at that man as if he was nothing more than an insect that happened to fly in through the window.

The man growled and shouted, “You will know who I am when I gut you like a fis-”

Smash! Thud!

Vincent dusted his bloody hands and then asked while looking at the immobilized body of that man that lay on top of several broken shards of a vase, “Gut me like a what? I didn’t quite catch that?”

That man was still glaring at Vincent with the same hateful eyes even when he was bleeding profusely from the three slashes that he had across his throat.

Vincent gave a smile to that wolf to taunt him even more. Then he leaned down and said to that man, “I hope you have a nice journey.”

Before that man could even move a finger or bat his eyes, Vincent dug his claws right through that man’s ribcage and pulled out his heart. He did that so effortlessly that it seemed like second nature to him.

Vincent threw the heart aside and wiped the blood on his claws and palm on that very dead werewolf’s clothes.

He suddenly looked towards the King’s room when he heard the door getting locked.

‘Could it be her?’ he thought to himself.

However, he didn’t immediately run toward the room thinking that it could be a werewolf who somehow managed to get in.

He slowly moved his feet. But since the corridor had floorboards on them, he couldn’t walk as quietly as he had hoped. He clenched his fists and jaw when the floorboard creaked every time he took a step ahead.

‘Great! Now if there’s a werewolf inside, he or she already knows my presence!’

Vincent then simply accepted his fate and walked as if he owned the whole building. When he reach in front of the door, he thought that he could open the lock without making a sound. However, he didn’t have that luck. It made so loud clacking noise that his sensitive ears were about to bleed.

He then protruded his fangs and his claws, in case the person inside the room immediately jumped at him.

And he gently pushed the door. He slightly narrowed his eyes when he felt that something or someone was there, pressed against the door.

He readied himself for any sudden attack, and he pushed the door with mild force.

“Aah!” He heard a squeak from none other than the very woman he was looking for.

‘Oh hell!’ He instantly clasped his mouth when he saw Tilla lying still on the floor. ‘What have I done?’

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