The Blood Rose Lady
Chapter Twelve

The sun's blinding rays are the only thing that awoke Rozelyn.

She's quite upset because neither Romaine nor Cyrill have woken her up in this English-style manor.

She grasped the hems of the bloody red curtains and swiftly split it open while still in her lavender silk nightgown.

Rozelyn peered outside as her chamber was facing the rear part of this wide and a hundred-hectare private state.

'The coven and the pack are indeed super wealthy, considering the minimum price tag of this place is no less than a million euros.'

She murmured softly. So soft that perhaps even the robin by the oak tree in front of her window cannot even hear what she mumbled.

She was gazing at the eastern horizon when an ethereal voice broke the silence of the morning breeze. "I'm glad you're awake, Nadeshiko."

Rozelyn quickly turned around and the wine-red haired grand vampire is now standing by the threshold.

Contrary to what she's wearing yesterday, she was in a sleeveless red dress. The bodice was filled with gorgeous ombre-colored frills. Rozelyn's brow hoisted for a bit when she noticed that Hemera's nipples were as vivid and visible in the beaming light of the sun.

'Did she even bother to wear a dress? I guess being wholly naked is much more pleasant than making the audience wonder what's beneath her apparel other than her firm breasts. At least she's not flat chested anyway.' Rozelyn thoughtfully criticized. Well, she's right in some way to be honest.

Or perhaps it's a part of the Housewarming party, considering that vampires and werewolves treat lust and sex like a primary aspect of essential living.

"I guess you will not spend the rest of the glorious day just staring at me, aren't you?" Hemera's strict attributes made Rozelyn question if the woman is being 'watered' properly every day.

She cleared her throat before directly looking at her sapphire blue eyes.

"I was just a bit contemplating on why neither of my family waked me up, Hemera," she replied while tying her hair in a French braid.

"It's really true that you're a dependent sheep. Always waiting for someone even in terms of waking up by yourself."

"Anyway..." Hemera shifted her gaze towards the messy purple bed, "Here's your dress for the party today. Ready yourself and as soon as you're finished, go directly to the gazebo. We'll be orienting you about the Housewarming Party." The Solarian vampire then handed her a sexy tube red dress. She estimated that the length of the dress only reaches her thighs.

'Oh great, now I look like a professional whore in that bloody dress!' Rozelyn internally muttered within the walls of her own mind's fortress.

She somehow debated if she's attending the right party or was she somehow teleported to a prostitute's grooming place.

To prevent a further conversation with Hemera, Rozelyn grabbed the dress and forced a mirthless smile to the woman. The vampire also countered her with a wry grin and strolled away from her sight until the only thing left in Rozelyn's room was her crackling embers scent.

***

The cold water matched her current mood. To amuse herself, she formed bubble foam with her powers and shaped it into a werewolf, before transitioning to a well-built body of a man-presumably of Cyrill's.

Rozelyn was honestly nervous and shaking. Not only because of the bath's freezing water but also because of the party.

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'What if he'll not be allured by my beauty? What if other female werewolves and vampires will instead catch Cyrill's attention?'

She was definitely sinking into the sea of jealousy as she always has every time a strange and curvaceous woman approached her Cyrill.

'Everyone here is beautiful. Even though I don't know their real age, which I generally don't have any further interests in, they're profoundly enchanting and eye-catching...or perhaps it's the courtesy of the sacred flowers' gifts.' Rozelyn thought as she formed the water into a rose then eventually hardened it with her ice abilities.

The frozen rose then abruptly dropped into the tub and made her skin feel a sudden solid cold sensation-making her stand and jerked away from the bath.

"Great! Now I'm plunging down into daydreaming again..." Rozelyn embarrassedly squealed while she grabbed her emerald green bath towel.

She touched her forehead and frowned. Early in the morning, she's already having a dilemma just by worrying about the upcoming party. Or was it on-going already?

She looked through the bathroom mirror. She can clearly hear the laughing and giggling of the people by the infinity pool.

Her visible scowl grows even worse-more shrouded in rage.

"What if Cyrill's already being laid out there?" She agitatedly muttered while her body seemed to squirm uncontrollably. "Damn it!"

She can no longer hide her rage. Even her own self was perplexed why she's currently being flooded by these enigmatic feelings.

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She cascaded again in the cold bath and calmly talked to herself.

'Your mind just needs a fucking bath!'

Rozelyn's thought seem to be heeded even by the brown sparrow outside.

The animal was situated by the ledge of the window, directly looking at her bare body. The bird tilted its head.

She hissed, showing her glittering fangs. The sparrow quickly flew away and Rozelyn felt quite sorry for scaring an innocent animal just because she's having a bad mood.

Hopeless, she sat by the tub again and made the serene water element to wash away her filth and worries.

***

The outside was absolutely spacious. It can probably fit twenty helicopters and airplanes, to be candid. The healthy green Bermuda grass was shimmering under the morning star's light.

As soon as she came down, Queenie told her that breakfast is currently being held outside, where the pools and gazebo are located.

Though quite shy of her mien today, she valiantly sauntered towards her family, where Romaine is silently eating with Dorrien. Cyrill, who was currently having blueberry pancakes, is conversing with Avril in a jovial manner.

It was Avril who noticed her first. The alpha waved a hand at her and gestured to dine with him-at the same table where Cyrill is sitted.

She swears to her father's grave that she saw Cyrill's electric blue eyes sparkle as soon as his head turned to the direction where she was standing.

And Rozelyn's cheeks were in vibrant red-signalling her utter drowning in the ocean of romantic excitement and sexual arousal.