Chapter 184: Disappointing Birthday
[Nicholas’s P.O.V.]
I looked at the decorations in the villa with satisfaction. Although they were not sophisticated, I had worked hard to procure and set them up.
I had always hated the foolish humans’ gaudy and cringy ‘Happy Birthday’ decorations. Such cheap and childish efforts were not to my taste.
I had my men purchase some of the finest Louis XIV roses which had been flown in and arranged personally by me in the center of the four-meter dining table, as well as other suitable places in the dining room. Each flower had eighteen to twenty of the highest-quality velvety dark purple or dark red petals. Although the flower symbolized dignity and authority, it also had a hidden flower language: “I love only you.”.
Three Michelin chefs were busy in my kitchen at the moment. Of course, they were not allowed to show their faces beyond the kitchen. They did not know who they were serving. But if they dared to cross the line, my men would not hesitate to turn them into vampires, which was the best reward for them.
Back in the dining room, I had servants place a considerable number of Cire Trudon candles on and around the table. I liked to use anything that suited my status, and these candles were the scented ones that Louis XIV danced around at Versailles. They were also the same ones Queen Mary kept lit by her bedside at night.
In addition, the decanter was filled with 1997 Romanee-Conti, which my sweetheart liked to drink. Of course, I didn’t forget to prepare the main event for us: three liters of fresh O-type blood. Of all the blood types, I preferred O-type blood because it was the sweetest and most mellow-tasting blood I had ever drank. I guessed this was because of the characteristics of O-type blood, which flowed faster than other blood types due to its lower viscosity.
After everything was ready, I sat on the sofa and waited quietly for my sweetheart to arrive. He did indeed come, but his first sentence annoyed me a little.
“Nicholas, what are you up to now?”
“My dear, today is your birthday! I was hoping we could celebrate it together.”
“My birthday? You mean the death anniversary of my family?” He wasn’t grateful for everything I had prepared for him. Instead, he teased me.
“Frankie Cunningham! That was done by your werewolf counterparts. Don’t put the blame on me.”
“If you can spend all that excess energy that you have used to set this scene up on finding that Werewolf of Chaos, I would be even more grateful to you.”
“Please, today is your birthday. Let’s celebrate properly. Why are you bringing up these stupid things? Why do you have this attitude every year?”
“I’ll give you one last week.” He looked into my eyes. There was no emotion in them. He looked like a cold and heartless machine. “If you still can’t find and identify that she-wolf, I’ll end our partnership and never come back.”
“Where do you think you’re going? ?”I roared at him.
“Anywhere is better than staying in this disgusting place ever since you turned me into a half-werewolf-half-vampire monster. Thank you, oh Great King of vampires who likes to stick his dick up his ass.”
He looked at me mockingly, then disappeared after a puff of black smoke. His last sentence made me tremble with anger. He didn’t even look to appreciate everything that I had spent so much effort preparing for his birthday party. It made me hate him.
I hated the werewolf I’d brought him eight years ago for stealing Frankie’s soul so that his mind couldn’t possibly be on me.
Whatever, the werewolf was dead anyway. Still, it seemed to me that he still missed her after all these years. I didn’t want to take anything too far with Frankie. It was only a matter of time before I got him to bow down to me. Now all I had to do was keep him within my reach. With his temper, there was a real possibility that he would leave me. I couldn’t let that happen.
I sat down and began to enjoy the birthday party all by myself. Just then, my henchman jumped out from the corner.
“Lord Nicholas, a witch named Annabel is calling. She says she has something to report to you.”
I remembered visiting Annabel and warning her to report to me as soon as she had any information about Werewolves of Chaos. She must have found one, or at least learned something. But I was not going to see her right away. I was planning to wait right until the end of the deadline Frankie gave me.
To be honest, I didn’t want to capture any Werewolves of Chaos for Frankie. It was like a woman searching for a mistress for her lover. The thought of him having sex with those d*mn Werewolves of Chaos gripped my heart, even though I knew it was just part of his process of creating his new pack.
I didn’t hate being a man. I was just sad that he wouldn’t even look at me after all I had done for him. Still, I was at least willing to tolerate him simply playing with the she-wolves in bed to have them produce his offspring.
If he became tempted by this new Werewolf of Chaos, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her just like I secretly did with Nancy, the fake Werewolf of Chaos.
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