Alpha's Little Vampire Mate
Chapter 66

Chloe's POV: "Angelo..."

He whipped around, his cape flowing with movement as he faced me. "Sister," he said in a calm and collected voice. I couldn't understand how he was able to speak so, while I on the other hand was a flaming pit of fury. "Long time, no see." "Why did you not come the last time I sent for you?"

My direct tone seemed to have taken him aback, because a look of surprise flickered across his features. "I did come to you, didn't I?"

"Liar," I hissed. I felt his body tense up and I fought the victorious smile that kept struggling its way to my lips. "You really do take me for a fool, don't you?"

He didn't reply for close to a minute. "I do not understand what you are talking about," he said.

I nodded, moving forward and going behind Marcus's desk to drop into his seat. I raised my legs and put them on the table, crossing one against the other, then leaned back to relax and stared at him from under my eyelashes. "Is playing dumb what you intend to do? If so, you go ahead with it, if that helps sail your boat."

The muscles in his jaw ticked. He looked to be struggling like he had choked on his saliva and I had to bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from smiling. "What is going on in that head of yours?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. His eyes kept scrutinizing me.

A little laugh escaped my lips. "Nothing," I sighed, slumping my shoulders. "Now, over to more important matters. I need some sort of help from you."

He eyed me cautiously, when I gestured for him to sit in the chair opposite of me. But still, he stepped forward and sat down. "How have you been?"

I scoffed. "I have no interest in doing a family reunion, I have only called you here pertaining business matters and I would like it if we kept it formal." I had sounded harsher than I had intended, but I wasn't sorry. Maybe I was just too bitter to care!

His body stiffened, his lips pressing into a frown. For a second, I almost thought he was going to retort but then, he relaxed back against his chair. "What do you require my help for?"

"I need you to provide me with some very important information but first, I need you tell me who this is." I shifted the rest of my thoughts to the back of my mind (because I had no idea how good he was with the whole mind reading thing), and stretched out my hand to him.

He gently placed his palm on mine. His gaze bored into my eyes and I could feel the magic within me stir. It had met a great power, one who ranged closer to its own and I couldn't help but marvel at the strength of magic my brother exuded. "Vodos..." he whispered.

"Sorry, what?" I asked, my nose scrunching up in confusion.

"Vodos," he said louder this time. "He wasn't supposed to be out here, dracula had kept him locked up and chained for the past twenty years, after he was caught trying to kill our mother for the millionth time. He didn't want her to bear any heirs, so if she was out of the way, he could be the first in line to the throne."

Twenty years ago... I thought. "I thought mother had you before 'twenty years ago'? How old are you by the way?"

"Two hundred and eighty years old," he said without batting an eye and I nearly choked on my saliva. He should have seen the confused look on my face, because he added. "Mom was five hundred years exactly, when she died." "She was murdered," I hissed.

If he had heard me, he ignored me. "As I was saying, the first time he attempted to kill her, was on her wedding night. He failed that time and kept failing for the past centuries until he was caught by dracula himself. Mother got offended and scared, so she left the coven and a year later, found her mate... your father."

"So, who the hell is this voodoo guy?" I asked, getting the name wrongly on purpose. I already had an idea about who the bad guy was and it really did feel hard to not be able to keep still. My feet were already bouncing in agitation and anger. "Who is he?"

"Vodos... my father." His face was bare of any emotion, as him met my glare with a more safe expression. "Don't look at me like that, I think your father is just as much to blame as my own father. You do not remember anything, or you would know that it was because of him that my mother was-"

"I remember everything!"

He looked taken aback by my scream. I had got up to my feet and slammed down hard on the desk. Angelo didn't try to move, not even when I gave him a slap across the cheek.

"Even at his death, you all still blame him for what happened. All he did was love our mother, is it a crime to love?! Hmm?!" My voice was trembling by this time, alongside the rest of my body. I was only a few seconds from crying and strangely, I didn't care! "My poor father was only a victim in all of this!"

His eyes narrowed a bit, a look of disbelief flickering in them. "You really do remember everything, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes away from him. "I can't believe you too really underrates me," I muttered, huffing in vexation. "I think that's a good thing though, I can strike when you least expect. Now, take this message to your father-"

"He is not my father!" The dangerousness of his tone of voice making me shiver. "That murderer is not my father and besides; I haven't seen him in ages. I have no idea that he had even been out here, we all thought he was in the underground dungeon."

"And what about grandfather?"