Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man-Chapter 36: Keeping Up The Disguised

Blaze’s POV:

She fainted.

Fucking human.

Even though I had just come, my body still burned for more. My demons weren’t satisfied. I wasn’t satisfied. But she had lost consciousness, and I like my women awake—their bodies writhing, their voices crying out for me.

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I exhaled sharply, glaring down at her sleeping form, irritation curling deep in my gut. See why I say humans are weak? Pathetic little creatures—too fragile, too breakable.

I should have turned her.

The thought was tempting.

But no—that wasn’t an option. It’s illegal to turn a human without the Council’s approval. If they found out, they’d hunt her down and kill her. That’s the law. The punishment is even worse for non-royals—turn a human, get defanged. A fate worse than death for a vampire.

Not that they could do anything to me. I’m royal. The heir to the fucking throne. But that wouldn’t save her.

And my father—the King—wouldn’t lift a damn finger to stop it.

If anything, he’d let it happen. Just to prove a point. Just like he did with—

No. I won’t go there.

I clenched my jaw, shoving the thought back into the pit where it belonged.

This human was mine.

She fucking deceived me. And now that I knew the truth, she would keep deceiving everyone else.

She would continue pretending to be a boy.

I would make sure of it.

At least that would keep her away from that mangy mutt.

He’s into women. I know it. And as long as he believes she’s just another pathetic, scrawny little boy, he’ll keep his filthy fucking paws off her.

She doesn’t know this, but if that fucking mutt ever found out what she really is, a girl—if he realized the one driving him mad the way she does to me, making his beast restless, was a girl—she wouldn’t get to walk away with just a blowjob.

No. The bastard would ruin her.

He’d take her. Even if she was unconscious.

Even if she was in a fucking coma.

I need to find a way to make that filthy wolf back off, to force him to take away his claim on her.

And if it means threatening to expose him? So be it.

Because wouldn’t it be fucking hilarious if his little pack of mongrels found out their oh-so-powerful Alpha was secretly into fucking not just humans—but human boys?

That stupid mutt had a reputation to uphold—entangling only with his own kind. Humans were beneath him, filthy creatures unworthy of his touch, let alone his cock. And a male? That would shatter everything he built."

If it meant blackmailing him, I had to get that mutt to revoke his claim on her. Even if I had to threaten to expose him.

I smirked at the thought.

Oh, he’d fucking break.

And when he did, she’d belong to me completely.

I don’t give a damn if they whisper about me banging a human boy—let them choke on their assumptions. The secret stays between me and her, and the joke will be on them. As far as the world is concerned, she’s just my pet. My blood bag. And with a taste like hers—rich, intoxicating, familiar in a way that scratches at something buried deep—I’ll make damn sure only I get to drink from her.

But that... that thought? No. Still not going there. That road only leads to frustration.

My gaze drifted to the unconscious girl sprawled before me, her damp hair tangled over pale skin, her body too delicate for a place like this. Too damn good to have ended up in this hell. But as the saying goes—finders, keepers. And she’s mine now.

First things first—I need to get her out of this filthy campus shower, drop her back at her place, and make damn sure no one discovers what she really is.

I grabbed the clothes I’d brought and dressed her myself. Slowly. Intentionally.

She didn’t stir as I pulled the shirt over her head, fixing the fabric over her soft, delicate skin. My fingers brushed her ribs, the slight rise and fall of her breath making something deep in me snarl with satisfaction. Mine. Every inch of her. Even unconscious, she belonged to me.

Her stupid boyish wig was next. I adjusted it, but not too perfectly—just enough to keep up the act. Let her still be the quiet, unassuming "boy" everyone overlooked.

They wouldn’t see her the way I did. They wouldn’t crave her like I did.

With her secured in my arms, I zoomed out of the showers, the night air sharp against my skin as I carried her through the darkened campus. Of course, I knew where she lived. You don’t get to find a human who both calms and rattles your demons and not know exactly where they sleep at night.

Her pathetic little boarding house loomed ahead, and I didn’t bother with doors. No one needed to see us. No one needed to know she was with me. Instead, I slipped through the window like a shadow, landing silently in her room with her still limp in my arms.

Mine.

I stood there for a moment, holding her in my arms, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest. She looked too peaceful, too untouched—like she hadn’t just been defiled by another man’s scent hours ago. Like she wasn’t driving me to the brink of madness.

I laid her down on the bed, slow, deliberate, letting my fingers trace over her skin longer than necessary. Her warmth bled into my fingertips, her scent all mine now. I’d burned that mutt’s stench off her, scrubbed it away until all that remained was me.

Her stupid wig shifted slightly as I positioned her head on the pillow. The boy disguise. The one that had tricked me—had tricked everyone.

I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to rip it off completely. Let her keep the lie. For now. If the world thought she was just another unremarkable boy, she’d stay untouched, unnoticed. Safe.

Except from me.

Because I wasn’t letting her go.

A muscle in my jaw twitched as I watched her unconscious form, her lips slightly parted, the faintest trace of saliva glistening on them. My demons stirred again. Wanting. Demanding.

Not yet.

She needed rest. She was still human—weak. A single round and she’d collapsed, her body unable to keep up.

I scoffed under my breath, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. Pathetic little thing. So easy to break. And yet, she’d survived under my nose for this long.

That had to mean something.

I stood, stepping back into the shadows of her room, watching a little before I go.