Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Nikolai and Nikita held hands, slowly swaying together in sync towards the dancefloor. The duo kept their eyes on the people approaching while the heavy music beat reverberated through the room.

The surroundings seemed to have cleared with the arrival of the goons from the Silver clan.

'Nikita's hand is a little warm, and she's breathing heavy... is she excited?'

'Nikolai's heart is racing... does he feel happy to hold my hand and dance with me?!'

The two lovers exchanged glances before pressing their bodies together and whispering in the ears of the other.

"I want to dance with you all night, Nikolai~ make me feel magical!"

"Nikita, you look so vibrant. Shall we enjoy this moment together?"

Her golden eyes met his ocean-blue gaze, the pair breathing deeper as the music slowed, about to kick in with a heavy beat once again as their lips touched.

"Let's have fun tonight, my lovely white wolf."

"Nn~ make me feel like a princess! Niko!"

A slow build-up echoed through the room as the pair held hands, their hips twisting as if warming up while the onlooking werewolves extended their claws, ready to attack.

In a dark clubroom filled with flashing, colourful lights, the music began to gather pace, rushing towards the drop.

'It's coming~ I want to dance all night with this man!'

'Ah... her beautiful eyes are shining like the sun, why does she look so vibrant at night?'

Dooom—!

Immediately, the music dropped several octaves, and the vibrations took over as the pair began to dance, twirling around each other.

The instant the beat dropped, the men from the Hati clan rushed at Nikolai and Nikita, aggression in their eyes.

"Nikolai~ Hold me tight!" Nikita squealed in his ear as she held onto his body and lifted him off the ground. Her legs fluttered before striking out like hydraulic hammers, smashing the front two wolves, crushing their bones and sending them flying.

"Oh no! You must be more gentle!"

Nikolai slipped from her grip, holding her with one arm around her waist. He let her land gracefully before twisting his torso backwards and kicking the head of an oncoming goon as they passed by.

Blood sprayed across the dancefloor while the pair continued to twirl away from the blades that stabbed towards them. They glinted in the clubroom's darkness, threatening the lives of Nikolai and Nikita as the beat became faster.

"Nikolai~ don't fight my dance steps!" Nikita pouted as they spun together, her left foot snapping up to knock an aggressor into unconsciousness.

"Keep up little wolf!"

Nikolai lifted her off the ground, and a blade sliced under her thighs before his knee crushed the male's nose.

Like a well-oiled machine, something created for a singular purpose, the two danced together, crushing the men who attacked them without transformation, their bodies enough to crush the enemy.

When the song reached its highest pitch and the melody faded, there was only heavy breathing. Nikita and Nikolai hugged close, both sweaty and locked in a passionate kiss, as they sucked on each other's tongues, but very much alive.

They were standing at the epicentre of bodies and limbs sprawled out, bleeding on the dancefloor, with dead lights in their eyes.

'I love this man!'

'This lovely girl is too precious!'

Their thoughts continued to become more synchronised, with each action and movement as if their minds were connected. Nikolai lifted Nikita like a princess and carried her over the bodies, his steps missing them as they reached the bar.

"Give me a strong, powerful drink!"

"Let me have a sweet drink with a kick!"

The bartender looked embarrassed, their loud voices like the howl of two wolves locked in heat, as he turned around with a pale face and began to prepare their drinks.

Nikita, who sat on the edge of the counter, scowled at the woman checking out her lover. Yet her eyes, when gazing at him, became soft and affectionate as she leaned against his chest. "Nikolai, you've become so strong... now you can keep up with me."

"I worked hard, because my lovely wolf seems to enjoy dancing with me."

"Ehehe~ you are forgiven for sleeping with another woman, but if it happens again... I might hit you!" She pressed her forehead against his while her arms hugged around his neck, staring deep into his blue eyes.

He leaned in with a smile and planted a soft peck on her lips, nibbling it gently, causing Nikita's face to turn bright red. "Ah~ at least tonight. I'm all yours," he said, stroking her hair lovingly.

"Nikolai... I am so horny..."

Her voice filled with seduction as her scent filled the bar, a clear sign of a female werewolf in complete heat. Yet her eyes looked upset as she grabbed the strong drink from the barman and downed it before slamming the glass down with a clack.

"But we have to work... so annoying!"

Nikolai frowned and took her free hand, kissing the top of it as he made eye contact with her golden eyes.

"It appears they ran away while we were enjoying ourselves."

"They probably planned something~ Let's take care of business and then find a hotel." He winked at Nikita while sipping his sweet bourbon.

She appeared slightly disappointed and placed her empty glass on the bar before walking out of the club, heading for the VIP elevator.

Nikolai smiled as he placed his hand on her ass, squeezing it as they moved towards the exit. Their steps matched, perfectly synchronised.

'How did I ever doubt that this beautiful woman wasn't my soulmate...'

'Nikolai's hand is touching my ass... but I am sweaty.... can he feel it?!'

Despite their different thoughts, their feelings and desires were almost identical as they entered the huge luxury elevator.

There was a slight tension between them that prevented any speaking or action as they ascended to the highest floor, where the big boss should be hiding.

"We must focus. First, we need to deal with the target, and then we need to hunt down those who escaped," Nikolai whispered as he licked her lips slowly, like a tease.

"Nikolai...haa... your breath smells so sweet." Her soft groan and warm breath blew against his face, the scent of alcohol filling his nose as she wrapped her lips around his tongue. "Got chu!"

She suckled his tongue and made wet slurping sounds for several moments while the elevator dinged several times, reaching the top floor, numbered 13.

Nikita pulled her face away, leaving a string of saliva which snapped, dribbling down their necks.

They gazed at each other before giggling like school lovers as they left the elevator and stepped onto the dark red carpet that lined the hallway. At the end of the hallway, they saw a large pair of double doors.

"Nikita, can you smell those fools?"

"Nnn... I can only smell your scent~ hehe."

Though she seemed to be a little tipsy, the sharp and violent gaze in her eyes wasn't false. If anyone took her actions for face value, they would suffer.

'Nikita looks so hot when she's in attack mode...'

'Nikolai~ show me your transformation, like that day in the arena you look so cool.'

They held hands while walking towards the door, Nikita with a little skip and hop and Nikolai with his long, elegant strides. Upon arriving before the door, the duo stared at each other and nodded.

Suddenly, Nikita pounced and kicked both doors open before twisting her body with grace and landing without making a sound.

"Huh?! Why are you here?" A feminine voice full of panic and terror sounded within.

"Who the hell are you... oh... it's the princess from the Fenrir clan!" A male sitting at the main desk grunted, kicking the female who knelt between his thighs to the side, zipping himself up.

"Boys, is this the slut that beat you up? She's just a mere wolf, not even an adult yet!"

Nikolai's eyes rapidly switched to red for an instant, and he analysed the strength of the male standing at the desk using the size of his blue aura.

'Roughly 400-500 Force at most, maybe touching 600 when transformed.'

He then tapped Nikita's shoulder and leaned close to her cheek. "My lovely wolf, can I fight them alone and show you how much I've grown?"

His words came out slowly, making her skin fill with goosebumps as she breathed deeply, letting his hand squeeze her buttocks as she tried to hide her blushing face.

However, Nikita nodded when the scent of his blood invaded her sensitive nose.

Her cheeks puffed out as she thought it over, looking around at the remaining group. None were stronger than the boss himself, and she could easily crush him, so she nodded, turned to the side, pulled on his tie, and kissed his lips.

"You little bitch, dare to underestimate us!" One of the weaker wolves began to turn into a shaggy brown-furred wolf.

All eight men transformed into scraggly-looking grey-brown wolves with dirty teeth. Their claws were short and broken, showing signs of damage from fighting.

Though none of these beasts were from the Noble or Royal class, they all had a decent level of power, but some of them barely hit the 200 mark.

Nikita's tongue swirled around Nikolai's mouth as she bit his tongue, tasting his sweet blood, before pulling back and sighing.

"I'll leave them to you. So you can do whatever you want. But you better save energy for later tonight..." A string of saliva dripped down her chin as she took out a seat and sat in the room's corner, smiling.

"Don't worry, they are nothing more than weaklings—the strongest amongst them couldn't last one second against you!"

"Who is this cocky fucker!"

"Get him!"

The boss didn't transform but stayed back, watching Nikita while pressing a button under his desk.