Conquering His Cold Heart

250 A Mere Game

The moment Alexander’s eyes got stuck on the heart that soon stopped beating in Hamilton’s hand, the sword that he was holding slipped down on its own while making a loud clanging noise on the floor.

Hamilton almost immediately flung the heart out of the door as if it was nothing but a dirty rock that he had picked up from the ground.

Since his claws were all dirty with blood, he didn’t want to retract them back before cleaning his hands properly. So, instead of retracting both his claws and fangs, and pretending like he was a normal human, he held his hands in front of his chest and kept on facing away from Alexander.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” Hamilton apologized while still looking out of the door, in case there were some more werewolves on the way. “Are you doing okay?” he asked and looked over his shoulder after tightly pressing his lips together.

“Hmm?” Alexander was startled out of his daze when he heard Hamilton’s gruff voice.

Hamilton faced the door again and said, “I hope you aren’t too shaken by what you just witnessed.” He immediately held his breath so as not to let the sweet aroma that was lingering in the air to expose his primal instinct.

“Oh! Er...” Alexander’s eyes involuntarily trailed to look at the dead body of that spawn of Satan. And this time around, he happened to notice every gruesome detail on that body – from a huge hole in the chest to the bone that was sticking out of one of the hands.

Alexander instantly covered his mouth with his palm and gagged because of that ghastly scene. He turned his head away and tightly closed his eyes, only to be haunted by the image of the remains of his guards’ body parts that he had seen earlier.

He dropped to his knees and immediately hurled everything on the floor.

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Although Alexander was well-trained in the arts of the battlefield, he had never been present in a real battle. The only wounds and injuries that he had seen until now were the ones that he and the others had sustained during the training. And those used to be very minor injuries like small cuts or bruises.

In comparison, the sights here were an abomination that the sheltered Crown Prince couldn’t stomach.

To add to that, the gut-wrenching realization hit his mind again. ‘They are all dead! My guards! That thing tore them all apart!’

The Crown Prince was greatly saddened and disturbed by the loss of his trusted guards. The anger that he had felt earlier after seeing the remains of his guards was still there in his heart, but it was very faint.

He now knew that there was no way in hell he could have pierced that thing’s heart with his sword. He knew he would have been shredded into pieces before the tip of his sword could reach anywhere near that rabid thing.

‘Right! How did Lord Hamilton manage to kill that thing? That also with his bare hands!’ the thought finally crossed Alexander’s mind while he groaned and gagged. ‘Or does he have some weapons?’ he wondered.

Alexander slowly turned his head to look at Hamilton with his blurred vision. From where he was right now, he didn’t find anything suspicious about that fearless man.

Right then, Hamilton turned his head to take a look at Alexander because Alexander didn’t stop gagging and coughing. It sounded as though the Crown Prince was having some difficulty and was also in great pain.

“Are you alright?” he looked over his shoulder and asked Alexander with deep frown lines between his brows.

“No,” Alexander replied breathlessly. He took out a kerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes as well as his mouth. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t be of any help,” he apologized while getting back up on his feet.

“It’s alright. I told you I would protect you.” Hamilton turned his back on Alexander again and said, “And you might want to take a seat while facing the wall.” He slightly turned his head to look at the corpse of the werewolf that lay dead in the room and grumbled, “I can hear some more of these creatures heading this way.”

Alexander heaved a deep sigh upon hearing Hamilton addressing that animalistic man as a creature. He was now absolutely sure that the thing that had killed all of his guards wasn’t a normal human. He was certain that there was more to it.

He tried to take a few steps with his wobbly legs so that he could drag the chair and do as Hamilton had asked of him.

However, before he could even get to the chair, Alexander was also able to hear something swooshing down the corridor right outside.

‘They are here!’ The Crown Prince widened his eyes in fear.

Within a split second, two more men who resembled the dead one were standing there at the door. Those two already looked hurt. One of them had a small hole on the right side of his bare chest. The other one was missing a chunk of flesh on his neck and was also missing a thumb. Nonetheless, both of them didn’t seem to be affected by those injuries the way they should have.

They were, however, breathing in a labored manner, probably because they were already tired from the battle they had outside.

The one with the missing thumb looked at the dead body of his fallen comrade. Instantly enraged, he turned to glare at the vampire who was standing not too far away from them.

Hamilton was very calm, almost as though he didn’t even see the two of them as worthy opponents.

And that enraged werewolf growled at the top of his lungs before jumping in the air to attack the proud vampire.

Just like before, Hamilton pierced that wolf’s chest with his claws and pulled the heart out without even breaking a sweat. He threw that dead werewolf on top of the earlier one. Then he flung the warm heart to the werewolf that was still standing at the door.

That werewolf happened to catch the heart of his fallen pack member. As he looked at the heart in horror, he heard the vampire saying, “Ugh! Why do you all have to make it so obvious that you want to bite my neck? Try something new. I’m already bored.”

That werewolf turned his glowing yellow eyes at the vampire who was behaving like some immortal god. His blood started to boil when he saw a smug smirk on that vampire’s face.

He scoffed in rage and asked in a low, challenging growl, “Bored? You’re saying you’re bored! Is this some kind of game to you?”

The smirk on Hamilton’s face suddenly disappeared. The playful look on his face was now replaced by a much more terrifying expression. He looked so dangerous that the werewolf was forced to rethink if he did the right thing by vocalizing what was in his mind.

Hamilton then cocked his head from side to side, and asked in a cold threatening tone, “Do you think that you would still be alive if I didn’t think of this as a mere hunting game? You would be dead the second you arrived here.”