“Well—”

Alessia figured it was about time to start the main course. Everything before had just been warm-up. The blood plasma she’d drunk before leaving was wearing off, triggering a fresh wave of withdrawal symptoms.

She *had* to get fresh blood before the craving hit.

“Remember what just happened,” she murmured. “The more you hate me yet still submit… the happier and more excited it makes me.”

On this special night, Alessia craved something different. Biting necks and collarbones wasn’t enough. She wanted to pierce Kanata’s delicate lips—kiss her while drinking her blood.

Wasn’t that the most romantic thing imaginable?

“…”

Kanata, too weak to struggle, could only stare at Alessia with a feeble gaze.

As expected… it was happening again. *That* kiss—the one she’d dreamed of.

She even closed her eyes, waiting quietly for the storm-like kiss. Resistance was futile. Better to accept it now; once Alessia grew bored, she might find relief.

Or… after the blood loss eased her withdrawal a little, she could knock Alessia out with something.

Knocking out the Sovereign? A grave crime. She’d be hunted relentlessly.

Her situation was dire. The only clear path left: lie obediently on the Sovereign’s bed and submit.

Only when the Sovereign was pleased could she hope for peace.

“Mmm…”

The expected kiss came, still carrying faint alcohol on her breath. Alessia’s sharp canines pierced Kanata’s tender lip. Instantly, the metallic tang of blood flooded her mouth.

Withdrawal had sharpened her taste buds. The blood tasted *more* metallic than a freshly caught fish at the market.

The coppery scent made Kanata dizzy. She hated it—wondering what her beloved would think of this flavor.

Alessia’s lips pressed down again and again, stealing her breath, savoring her like a delicacy while gently nipping her lip.

Pressure shifted between light and firm—no technique, just selfish taking. All for her own pleasure. Kanata’s feelings? Irrelevant.

Alessia’s heartbeat wasn’t much slower than Kanata’s.

Kanata endured the frenzied kiss passively. Her feverish body burned hotter. Blood surged through her veins as if boiling from within.

Truly… abnormal.

“What’s wrong?” Alessia whispered. “Just a couple of kisses from me, and your body gets this hot? How lewd.”

Alessia wasn’t surprised. *Exactly* what she’d handed to Miss Wang, wasn’t it?

A little underhanded—but it didn’t spoil her fun.

“I… I feel… strange… Don’t touch me anymore…”

Kanata still sensed a faint trace of wrongness. The stubborn wound throbbed unnaturally. Since tasting blood moments ago, a strange power churned inside her.

A new urge surfaced: to tear everything apart.

*No way… Did I actually catch the werewolf virus?* Kanata thought.

If infected, once she lost her mind, she’d tear Alessia apart. Werewolves and vampires were sworn enemies—just like her and Alessia.

Tearing apart the Sovereign… A crime she couldn’t bear.

“Your threats have zero effect. Teasing me?”

Oblivious to danger, Alessia forced another kiss.

Kanata felt it coming. She was… on the verge of losing herself.

A surge of unnatural strength erupted—shoving Alessia back. As she pushed, a row of claw marks scored the Sovereign’s shoulder.