Chapter 191

**Elizabeth's POV**

Another night, my lips felt itchy.

I came to my senses almost instantly and realized that it was that bastard Louis who was licking my lips.

I don't think he was molesting me with an erotic mindset. I knew full well that he was just treating me like food.

I was no different than a chicken leg or ice cream in his eyes.

No one would sexually molest a chicken leg or an ice cream, right?

I should have pushed him away, but I hesitated.

If he thought my saliva could replace blood for his satisfaction, then it seemed like a not-so-bad deal.

Losing a lot of blood would endanger my life, but losing saliva would not.

As I hesitated, he licked my tongue.

I heard him let out a moan of satisfaction, like a man who has been hungry for a long time finally eating a delicious meal.

From the initial cautious touch to the later blatant sucking with my tongue in my mouth, I had lost the best time of pushing him away.

Well, that was the end of it. He couldn't do anything more outrageous.

I vowed in my mind that when I found an escape route, I would get out of there.

When dawn came, I felt wetness on my chest.

I wasn't fully awake. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down toward my chest.

I saw a head lying on my left breast, and his hand was playing with my other breast.

I could clearly see some white fluid oozing out from between his fingers. Then the head reversed direction and switched from the left to the right.

The view to my left was unobstructed. I could distinctly see my left breast naked, with nipple red and swollen, and wet water marks on it.

I was so scared I got utterly awake.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-"

I let out a scream and pushed the damn Louis away.

"Oh my fucking hell, damn it, damn it, how could you..."

I was so angry I was about to cry. I had no idea how long he had been doing this to me. My breasts were actually producing milk ahead of schedule from his sucking.

I hadn't given birth yet, and I was already lactating.

As I got emotional, milk kept falling from my nipples.

"Aw, it's leaking out. What a waste." Louis said, trying to come up and take my nipple in his mouth. I angrily slapped him across the face.

"Get away! Get out of here!" I slapped him several more times.

He didn't duck but licked away the milk oozing from my chest with his tongue.

"Don't be angry. There's a lot of it. It won't be drunk up. I swear, even after your baby is born, there's plenty left in it."

Instead of apologizing, he came up to lick my tears when I was bawling with anger and sadness.

"It's delicious. Your tears taste delicious too. God, you're really amazing."

I cried and covered my breasts, and I didn't know what to do to stop the milk production. Would they stay like that? This was so embarrassing.

How could Louis do something so outrageous to me?

I buttoned up my chest and then punched Louis with my fist.

"Get out of here! Get the hell out of my room! Get the hell out of my place! I don't want to see you anymore!"

I kicked him out of the room. But I knew, strong as he was, that he could come back at any time.

I was so upset and furious. If I had left this awful place earlier, this wouldn't have happened.

If I hadn't indulged his step-by-step probing of me, he wouldn't have made it this far.

I had to get out of there as soon as possible. The greedy vampire who never knows satisfaction will do something even more outrageous in the future.

Although he seems to be afraid of me threatening him with a hunger strike currently, with our disparate and unequal status and power, I know he can do anything to me.

His concessions in past times made me feel that we were negotiable, so my guard slowly relaxed. But now I realize that he is free to choose not to make concessions at any time.

I am not in a position to negotiate with him.

I have no doubt that he may force me to be pregnant over and over again one day because he wants to drink my constant supply of milk, just like humans do to cows.

I had my escape route mapped out long ago, and I was going to move my escape plan forward.

I had to get out of here, away from this vampire king who treated me like food and never respected my dignity.

The sooner, the better!

***

**Austin's POV**

We were flying in a plane over the Forbidden Valley. Since we all knew the same girl, Elizabeth, we naturally talked about her.

The Alpha of Poison Wolf, Caleb, used sign language to tell his sister, Carolina, what everyone said about Elizabeth.

From Elizabeth's experiences, we learned more and more about her.

No one was more shocked than I was.

I'll never forget the first time I met Elizabeth. She was only eight years old and as weak as a fragile glass. She cried and begged me to help her.

More than a decade has passed. She grew from a dummy who was bullied every day to a heroine who saved an entire pack and even an entire country.

It was hard for me to connect the Elizabeth of my memory with the girl they were talking about.

But all the facts forced me to accept it all.

Elroy said Elizabeth had led the giant wolves to drive out the invaders and help them survive the crisis of losing their country.

I, however, was seeking the help of the giant wolves.

No wonder Elizabeth always scorned me. Heroes never like cowards.

We all agreed that it was a miracle that Elizabeth had survived this long.

We all hope she will continue the miracle.

Please live well, Elizabeth. I really want to meet a new you.