173 She likes to eat shit

**Elizabeth's POV**

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I was sleeping when I suddenly felt an itch on my arm.

It was like someone's breath was spraying onto my elbow.

I was very sleepy. I don't want to open my eyes.

Because of the words of the blood slave girl, I couldn't sleep while lying in the coffin.

I did not know how long it took. Maybe it was dark before I felt tired.

In my half-asleep state, I felt as if I heard someone pushing open the door of my room and standing next to the coffin staring at me.

I thought it was a hallucination. I must be having a nightmare. So I didn't open my eyes but went back to sleep.

But, suddenly, a sharp pain came from my wrist, which completely woke me up from my dream.

"Ouch!"

I couldn't see anything, I just felt a big black shadow grab my hand. I was so scared that I punched it and kicked the black shadow as well.

"Get out of my room!"

"How dare you!"

A familiar angry voice roared. I stopped attacking at once.

Is that the voice of Louis the Vampire King?

After recognizing him, I deliberately kicked him again.

"Stop! Do you have a death wish?" He tightened his grip on my ankle. His fingers were colder than iron chains.

"Who are you? Don't hurt me," I pretended not to recognize him and quickly hid the glowing scale behind me.

"You'll regret offending me like that!" King Louis snapped his fingers, and a force slammed the door of the room open. The moonlight shone in.

I could see the face of the dark figure, and not surprisingly, it was the loathsome vampire king.

"Oh, please forgive my rudeness. I didn't realize it was you. But why did you sneak into my room?"

A hint of embarrassment appeared on King Louis' angry face. But the embarrassment was quickly hidden by him.

"It's time for dinner. I was hungry and happened to pass by your room, so I came in."

I cursed him quietly in my mind. But I still pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Didn't you think my blood was yucky?"

He licked his lips and gave a disgusted expression.

"Yes, it's really disgusting. But I was too hungry."

"You have many blood slaves..." I reminded him. I withdrew my sympathy since I learned that the humans had volunteered to become blood slaves.

"They're locked up too far away. I can't wait... Are you questioning me? How dare you?"

Anger is often a way for a man to hide himself. I stopped exposing him so as not to provoke him to tremendous anger.

"But I offered you a lot of blood in the morning. I can't afford to lose a lot of blood again in a very short interval. It endangers my life."

"Aren't you werewolves able to replenish your nutrition through food and then produce fresh blood? I had those stupid humans roast a turkey bigger than your belly for you. Isn't the nutrition provided enough?"

As King Louis spoke, he noticed that the turkey was still intact on the table.

I hadn't eaten a single piece of meat.

"Why don't you eat it? Aren't you werewolves omnivores? I've never heard of a werewolf being a picky eater. Are you a vegetarian?" He questioned me with a frown.

"I don't like turkey," I said.

"Why?"

"No reason. I don't like turkey, canned herring, and stinky cheese."

He finally caught on to what I was saying.

"You're protesting to me? In the form of a hunger strike?" He stood up, sneered, and said, " Naive. Who do you think you are? No one cares about you."

"If you insist on being a picky wolf, then I will reward this meat to a loyal dog."

Before leaving, he kicked over the roasting pan with the turkey.

What a jerk.

"Close the door, please."

After that, I lay back down in the coffin and continued my unfinished dream.

**Louis's POV**

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"Grab a werewolf for me,"

I said to my subordinate.

"As you command, my king," my subordinate replied, and immediately headed towards the pregnant she-wolf.

"Wait," I furrowed my brow, "I don't mean the she-wolf. I mean, you capture a different werewolf for me. Make sure it's alive."

"As ordered, my king."

After the subordinate left, another subordinate knelt and handed me a bottle, "King Louis, this is the dinner offered to you by those blood slaves. Please enjoy it."

I took the bottle, uncapped it, and took a sip.

Flavorless.

Tasteless.

Insipid.

I took only three sips before putting the cap back on and tossing the bottle to my subordinate.

I am full.

Then I opened a bottle of water to rinse my mouth.

Human blood tastes just like water. The only difference is that blood has a faint fishy and salty taste.

But why did the pregnant she-wolf's blood taste sweet?

Not just sweet, but also amazingly delicious.

Damn, just thinking about her makes me hungry again.

I really hate werewolves. I hate those hairy, rude, savage, ungraceful, stupid low life creatures.

Even though there are fewer and fewer humans now and less and less food for us vampires, I would rather die than drink the foul-smelling blood of a werewolf.

I've always been convinced that werewolf blood has a virus in it that will turn me into a savage species with the same low IQ as they do after drinking it.

But I must admit...the first time I saw the she-wolf, I thought she was delicious.

And she tasted even more delicious than I thought she would.

What was her name, Eli...I have forgotten. Who wastes time remembering the names of food?

Due to the increasing scarcity of humans, vampires started raising blood slaves hundreds of years ago, just like humans raise chickens and ducks.

We have become accustomed to controlling our desires by taking only a small amount of blood at a time and not killing humans, so that we can have food over a long period of time.

But I lost control for the first time when I tasted the blood of that she-wolf. I really wanted to drink all her blood until I was satisfied. My stomach, my heart, my brain, every cell in my body was eager to get her blood.

I'm ashamed to admit that I like such lowly food, which undermines my majesty and taste. But it was tough for me to resist that addictive feeling.

I wanted to breed her. Let her provide me with blood forever and ever.

If she behaves well, she will receive my unique pampering and most considerate care. I will also treat her children well.

Perhaps her children will be as tasty as she is. They could take turns providing me with delicious food.

However, she is a wild beast that refuses to be tamed. She hit me twice in the course of a day.

Well, that fits my stereotype of a werewolf.

She is so unwise and ungrateful. I would never indulge her. I don't believe she is the only one special.

Maybe all werewolf blood tastes so delicious. I'm going to try it.

A few hours later, my subordinate captured an unconscious werewolf for me.

"King, he's a werewolf from the Blood Moon Pack. I beat him unconscious from his back and then kidnapped him without making a sound. He didn't recognize me as a vampire."

"Well done."

I was in a partnership with the stupid alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. I'd better keep the surface peace until I completely dominate the entire continent.

My original plan was to kill the remaining werewolves of the Blood Moon Pack after I teamed up with their alpha to kill the other werewolves.

But now there is a change of plan. If every werewolf's blood tastes delicious, I might consider raising them as blood slaves.

Now I need to confirm it.

When I was 2 meters away from the unconscious werewolf, I smelled an unpleasant smell - the smell of werewolves.

Oh damn, revolting. Do I really have to drink his disgusting blood?

The subordinate lifted the unconscious werewolf's arm in front of me. The stench of that disgusting hairy beast became more pronounced.

I couldn't open my mouth, no matter what.

"Collect his blood in a bottle and give it to me," I ordered, and distanced myself from the stinking werewolf.

A few minutes later, my subordinate handed me the bottle with the werewolf's blood.

I smelled a terrible odor.

How should I describe this smell?

It smelled like a fly-filled smelly egg and rotten lemon stirred together.

"Uggh-"

I let out a dry heave. I covered my mouth and nose and waved my hand for my subordinates to take that horrible-smelling thing away from me.

No, I would never allow something so nasty to enter my mouth.

"Get that damn werewolf far away from me!"

I decided to maintain the original plan. These werewolves should still be killed.

Except for the pregnant she-wolf, all the other werewolves would be killed.

Suddenly, I remembered that the pregnant female wolf was still on a hunger strike in protest.

No, hunger is not good for her health. The lack of nutrition would make her blood taste worse.

I promptly summoned my subordinates, "Do you know what food the werewolves like to eat? No turkey, canned herring, and stinky cheese."

Several subordinates began to discuss, "Maybe they like to eat grass like cows. They are as strong and reckless and impulsive as cows."

"No, I think they like dog food as much as dogs do. Because wolves and dogs are 99% similar genetically."

"Maybe they like to eat rats. They are so unhygienic."

"I think they love to eat carrion. Otherwise, they wouldn't give off such an unpleasant smell."

"Wait, didn't we have a party with the werewolves of the Blood Moon Pack? The food they ate seemed to be similar to that of humans..."

"Stupid. The king asked about what werewolves like to eat, not what werewolves eat."

"Does it make any difference?"

"There is a great difference. Werewolves are omnivores, they eat everything. They act like normal people at parties, but most likely, they like to eat shit secretly in private."

What the subordinates discussed fit my stereotypical image of werewolves perfectly.

Despite all of them voicing their opinions, no definite conclusion was formed.

I decided to try them all. Meanwhile, I swore in my mind that I would kill her if she liked to eat shit.

No matter how delicious her blood is, I can't accept that she likes to eat dirty food.

I don't fvcking care if she's carrying a boy or a girl. No matter who wins the bet I made with the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, the person who will eventually rule the entire continent will definitely be me.