Craving My Beloved's Blood!

Chase's POV:

Although my father seemed a little better with the presence of Leila and Ash, I knew the reprieve was temporary at best. His illness had its claws deep in him, and no amount of fleeting joy or distraction could reverse what was to come. The weight of inevitability pressed heavily on my shoulders, a constant reminder that time was running out.

But as much as my father's condition consumed my thoughts, it wasn't the only thing clawing at my mind.

There was Leila.

She was always there now, her presence like a quiet flame that warmed the cold halls of the castle—and ignited something far more dangerous within me. From the moment I first realized she was my mate, my body had betrayed me in ways I hadn't anticipated. My fangs ached with the need to pierce her skin, to drink deeply from the very essence of her.