The Broken Angel & Her Overprotective Brothers

"Supreme Sire, we have found the location of the flower girl." 

A guard entered the room and informed the man who was sitting behind his huge mahogany table.

His white branded suit was no longer white as the crimson color of the blood, that belonged to the beauty who was cradling his lap, created a mess on its purity.

The guard did not dare to look up at the powerful being who was centuries old but appeared as young and handsome as a youth in his early twenties.

The room was filled with silence as the guard waited for his Master's next command.

The man sitting on his throne did not spare even a single glance at the guard who was kneeling in front of his desk.

His entire attention was on the girl in his lap. A small twitch was covering his lips as he watched the life draining out of her.

His waist-length silky black hair was tied in a loose braid while a few strands were left falling around his face.

His red plump lips, amber eyes, long eyelashes were creating beautiful shadows on his cheeks, sharp jawline, and milky white skin, nothing about this man was normal.

However, he appeared as natural as possible, as if he was a part of nature itself.

It was not until the woman, whose blood was flowing out of the huge gash that was covering her neck, was on the edge of losing her life that the man decided to acknowledge the presence of the guard.

"Take this woman to your quarters. She's a present for your hard work."

His velvety soft voice echoed through the silence of the huge room.

The guard did not waste even a single second before he bowed his head in acceptance and moved to follow the order.

The woman was actually pretty. Unfortunately, she tried to take a chance with her precious life when she boldly appeared in the study room of the Supreme Sire.

She wanted to seduce him but ended up becoming the pleasure toy of one of his guards.

The Supreme Sire was not even lured by her blood even when he was completely covered in it. 

Just like the rumors said, he was past the point where he could be lured by blood, beauty, wealth, or power.

As the guard left the study with the woman in his arms, another person entered the room.

"My Lord, why are you looking so happy?" The woman dared to ask as she took a seat on one of the chairs sitting at the opposite end of the huge table.

The man stood up from his chair as he slowly made his way towards the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that were covering the entire left side of the room.

The red liquid that was covering his white elegant clothes disappeared within a few seconds as he picked up his wine glass that was sitting on the table near the windows.

"She's in City A."

That one short sentence was spoken by the Supreme Sire suddenly made the beautiful smile that was present on the woman's lips disappear.

"Oh! So.....what's your next plan?"

She asked as she looked at the Immortal in front of her.

The man was silent for a few seconds as he gazed down at the bustling streets of the Night Valley. 

"It's time that she returns to her real home. Make the arrangements. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning." He ordered before taking a short gulp of the wine.

"Yes, Sire!"

The woman gave a curt nod before she stood up and walked out of the study.

The man did not spare her even a single glance as he continued to enjoy the wine.

It had been ages since he actually had felt any kind of happiness. Ever since he first started his search for the 'Destined One', he barely had the time to enjoy his life.

The search that he started seventeen years ago, was finally coming to an end.

He could no longer wait to meet the girl, the Destined One.

***

"Is it hurting?" 

Rylan received a light punch on his arm as soon as he asked the question.

However, the one who punched him was not Emily, rather it was his best friend Shane.

"What?" 

He questioned with raised eyebrows as he glared at his friend.

Shane just rolled his eyes at Rylan's glare as he replied to his question, "Dude, can't you see the bruises that are covering her arms? And you still have the face to ask her if she is hurting or not!"

Emily ignored the two idiots who kept following her as she entered the cafe which was located near the Supernatural Academy.

There were nearly six or seven cafes located in the neutral zone of City A and her favorite one was the Sunshine Cafe near the SA building.

"I still can't believe that Mark is being so cruel to you. To be honest, I thought that all your brothers love you more than their own lives. Who knew that there's one who hates you to this extent?" 

Shane commented as a pitiful sigh escaped his lips.

The three of them quickly ordered their drinks before Rylan replied to his friend's comment, "You are actually wrong? Mark doesn't hate her."

Emily immediately turned her attention towards him as she looked at him with a frown covering her beautiful face.

"What do you mean? Can't you see clearly exactly how harshly he has been training Emily? It's been almost a month since she joined the defense classes and we have always seen her in bruises."

Shane immediately retorted his friend's statement. 

"He's just acting like a fair coach. He's not showing any mercy to her during the classes because he is a coach and can't pick favorites. But the fact that he always gives her the pain-relieving gel after the classes, shows that he cares about her." Rylan tried to make his friend understand the point.

"To be fair..., you are actually making sense!" Shane said after a few minutes of deep thinking.