CHAPTER 32: ALVARO: LET ME GO!

Alvaro didn’t dare move, resigning himself as Vlad carried him through the air, leaping from tree to tree. He closed his eyes against the wind caused by Vlad’s rapid movement.

Then he felt Vlad begin to slow down and opened his eyes just as Vlad landed on a balcony. Only then did Alvaro stir and start to struggle.

Vlad was caught off guard; Alvaro’s strength was unlike that of the other slaves. Finally, he let go of his captive, causing Alvaro to fall to the floor.

"Shit!" Alvaro exclaimed as he landed hard on his butt. He quickly got up, startled to see three people who looked just as surprised as he was.

Alvaro looked around. He was in a large, dimly lit room, but he could still see the intricate carvings on the walls. The space was elegant and spacious, but there was an eerie feeling in the air that he couldn’t quite explain.

He stepped back, confused. The three people looked just as scared as he felt. But he shouldn’t have cared about them—he needed to get out of there.

Vlad watched as Alvaro moved, but the moment Alvaro ran toward the door, Vlad grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back into the room.

"Let me go! Damn it!!" Alvaro shouted, clutching his shirt near his neck to keep from being choked. He cursed again when Vlad threw him onto the bed. He was completely overpowered by the man’s strength—and he knew now Vlad wasn’t human.

Alvaro didn’t give up; he fought back. But this time, Vlad pinned him down by pressing his chest.

"Let me go!" he shouted again. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even try. He pushed at Vlad’s hand, but it felt like solid iron. It didn’t budge no matter how hard he struggled.

"You’re not going anywhere," Vlad said calmly.

His calm tone made Alvaro even more furious. It felt like Vlad wasn’t using any effort at all, while he was fighting with everything he had. He kept trying to push Vlad’s hand away, thrashing and kicking his feet—but it was useless. He was out of breath and exhausted.

Obi was still there with Grace and John. The three of them were shocked. Their master had brought back another man instead of Kai.

What happened to the slave?

They could only watch Alvaro’s wild struggle. They had never seen a captive so desperate to escape. Usually, the ones who came there were obedient slaves.

Alvaro was different. They wondered where Vlad had found this man. It wasn’t like him to just pick someone off the street. Vlad always followed the rules.

Obi was still trembling, dreading the punishment that awaited him. But he couldn’t help being intrigued by what was happening. He had never seen Vlad this overwhelmed before.

"Damn it, let me go! I have to go back!" Alvaro shouted angrily. He hit Vlad’s arm with the last bit of strength he had. Vlad just lay beside him, watching calmly.

Alvaro grew even more enraged when Vlad grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them above his head. He couldn’t pull away at all. The grip was incredibly strong, and he felt Vlad’s long nails digging into his skin.

Vlad eased the pressure on Alvaro’s chest, slowly unbuttoning his black shirt.

Alvaro tensed. "What are you doing?!"

"Will you calm down if I tell you?" Vlad asked, pulling at the strings of Alvaro’s shirt and spreading it open.

Alvaro struggled, his abs tightening and his chest rising and falling rapidly. Vlad smirked at how well-trained his body was—so unlike the other slaves, and nothing like Larue’s delicate frame.

Alvaro’s body was muscular, with tight abs. Vlad pressed his fingers into the six-pack, feeling the tension.

Alvaro tried to fight back, but before he could get up, Vlad pressed down on his stomach, making him groan.

Vlad smiled when he saw the mole on Alvaro’s left chest. It confirmed it—this man was Larue from the past. A bonded soul always leaves a mark on the body.

Finally exhausted and helpless, Alvaro stopped struggling. He took a deep breath, his throat dry.

"I beg you, I have to go back. The prince needs me," Alvaro said, trying to reason with him.

Vlad stroked Alvaro’s stomach, delighted that he had finally found Larue. He couldn’t hide his joyful smile.

"I don’t care, Larue. You’re staying here," he replied.

"Who the hell is Larue?!" Alvaro shouted in frustration. He thrashed again, glaring at Vlad. "LET ME GO!!"

Vlad grinned. "All right."

He looked over at Obi. "Help him let go of his clothes."

Obi moved quickly. Whatever it took, he didn’t want to make Vlad angrier. Maybe Vlad would forget about punishing him.

Alvaro glared as Obi approached and tried to pull down his pants. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!"

Obi froze. Alvaro’s voice made his heart pound. He had never been yelled at by a captive before—especially not by someone who looked at him like that.

He moved cautiously, but the moment he touched the waistband of Alvaro’s pants, a powerful kick sent him flying.

"Ah!" Obi cried out as he slid across the floor. Alvaro’s kick was no joke. His chest throbbed in pain.

Grace hurried over to help him, pulling him up by the hand. She didn’t blame the captive but still didn’t understand why Vlad had brought such a wild man. Poor Obi.

"You shouldn’t have kicked him," Vlad said calmly.

Alvaro hissed in response. He didn’t care. He just wanted to get away from the strange man in front of him.

Vlad signaled to John. The old man quickly approached. Learning from Obi’s mistake, he bound Alvaro’s legs, making it impossible for him to move.

Obi helped again, this time managing to pull off Alvaro’s pants with John’s assistance.

Alvaro held his breath. What were they doing to him?! Were they actually stripping him? He glared at Vlad with pure anger.

"What are you doing to me?!"

Vlad chuckled. "Didn’t you say you wanted me to let go of your clothes?"

That wasn’t what he meant.

Alvaro glared. "LET ME GO, YOU BASTARD!"He was furious, feeling the cold air sweep over his now-exposed body.

"Yes, yes, be patient," Vlad chuckled. With a quick motion, he pulled off Alvaro’s shirt and tossed it aside before grabbing him again.

Alvaro had no chance to escape. He was even more furious now that he was completely naked. He gasped, growing more and more angry.

Vlad chuckled at his expression—it was adorable in his eyes.

"I’m warning you, let me go!" Alvaro shouted, hissing.

"What do you mean? What else should I let go of?" Vlad teased. "I can’t let go of your head, Larue..."

Alvaro struggled. "LET GO OF MY HANDS!"

Vlad chuckled again. "Why? Don’t you like me touching you?"

Alvaro froze and tensed up as Vlad grabbed his manhood. He glared, furious and humiliated. But he couldn’t stop Vlad’s touch. He could only grunt in frustration.

Vlad leaned in, kissing Alvaro’s neck.

"What are you doing!!" Alvaro snapped, turning his face away.

"You’re so wild," Vlad chuckled. "And... smelly."

Alvaro was stunned. He didn’t even know whether to be angry or embarrassed. Why should he care what this crazy man thought?

He twisted with all his strength. John, still holding his legs, struggled to keep him down. Where had this wild slave come from?

"Bathe him," Vlad ordered.

John nodded. "Yes, Master."