Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Chapter 730: Alucard’s Fury

Ivan clenched his fists into tight balls, which trembled violently as he glared at the enemy forces, locking his eyes on Alucard. He couldn’t help but feel the palpable tension in the air growing thick with uncertainty.

Alucard glanced across their faces, twisting his lips with each second. “It’s been a while, little ones… well. You’ve all managed to grow into fine adults.”

‘Sinister-looking bastard!’

“Well, if you didn’t insist on causing trouble, maybe we’d meet more, Old man.”

Dimitri cut in while Ivan gathered his thoughts.

“Haha.”

The Nosferatu lord just chuckled before waving his hand.

Clack!

Dozens of rifle muzzles raised at the simple gesture.

“Don’t get cheeky, or else I might just blow your head off, Little Fenrir.”

Dimitri’s grin became wider, but his eyes didn’t laugh.

“You can try.”

“Dad,” Nikita snapped from behind him. “Don’t start measuring dicks with this decrepit vampire freak while Nikolai’s sleeping.”

Dimitri’s shoulders twitched.

“He threatened me first.”

“I don’t care; this isn’t the time for your stupid quips.”

“….”

Alucard’s gaze shifted to Nikita for a brief moment, and then to Selene, who had placed herself near Nikolai while keeping her pistol clenched tightly. His eyes remained calm with an almost bored look, but Ivan didn’t relax, almost certain the bastard was hiding something beneath the surface.

‘He’s definitely measuring how we’re doing… our injuries, strength and willpower.’

The men still able to fight.

The soldiers who could barely stand.

The distance between himself and Nikolai.

Ivan stepped forward before Alucard’s gaze settled too long on his son.

“Look at me.”

Alucard’s smile returned.

“Oh? You’ve become quite impressive, Ivan. I never expected you to recover from the accident eighteen years ago, but look at you now! What an admirable feat!”

The vampire mutants behind Alucard remained perfectly still, rifles aimed and fingers near their triggers. The older council members stood among them like rotten statues in tacky coats, their wrinkled faces pale beneath the floodlights. The rain struck their shoulders and slid down without making them blink.

“But to think even you managed to survive…” Alucard raised his brows when Vlaidimir came into his sight. “I thought for sure you would’ve died by now.”

“Vlad, ignore him.”

‘Shit… his power is far greater than I thought.’

Ivan’s gaze lingered on his wife’s old friend, Mikaela, curious why she looked so sickly, but there was no chance to speak or ask.

‘She looks horrible.’

There was a moment of silence where nobody spoke or made a sound.

Mikaela glanced toward Nikolai. She scanned his body while raising the corners of her lips slightly, then turned back to Ivan.

He lay on the stone pillar with Ivan’s coat beneath him, unconscious, blood still drying along the left side of his face. Nikita crouched close to his head, one hand resting protectively near his cheek, while several Fenrir warriors stood around them despite their wounds.

Alucard and Ivan constantly clashed with their eyes.

‘This old bastard, he’s here for Nikolai, not me….’

The old vampire continuously gazed at the unconscious Nikolai before raising the corners of his lips, creating a sinister expression.

His fists tightened further, but he didn’t rush forward. Not yet. If Alucard wanted him to move first, then he would have to keep waiting.

‘If I rush in now, it might just ruin everything… Nikolai cannot defend himself.’

“You seem awfully interested in my son.”

“Should I not be?” Alucard replied lightly, slowly leaning on his palm. “The young wolf survived everything we’ve thrown at him, from the moment he awakened. It’s rather shocking his mind and body lasted this long—Alas, I cannot help but feel impressed by his resolve.”

Ivan’s expression didn’t change.

Inside, his blood boiled.

The things his son faced might’ve been far heavier than he knew. After leaving for Londis, Ivan regretted it more than anything.

‘I almost lost my son because of that choice!’

There was something else that pissed Ivan off, though…

“You speak as if you watched these things happen!”

“I did.”

Alucard answered instantly.

Dimitri watched his blood brother’s face, his muscles tensing each time the two argued or spoke as if anxious about when their fight would start.

“You damn coward, sitting back and watching kids bleed.”

Alucard smiled at him. “You call him a kid, but who was it they pushed him into these situations?! I only gave Nikolai the chance to grow and advance as a monster. Now look at him! He’s almost perfect.

“Want me to rip your head off?”

“Perhaps later.” Alucard raised his hands once more, halting the fire.

The rifles remained raised, but Alucard had not ordered them to fire. That was the part Ivan couldn’t understand. He had the force. He had the numbers. The outpost was battered, the soldiers exhausted, and Nikolai couldn’t stand.

‘Why isn’t he attacking? What’s in it for Alucard to stall?’

Ivan shifted his weight slightly, enough to shield Nikolai from a cleaner firing angle.

“Where is Franz?”

Alucard’s expression faltered, his eyes narrowing. “Tsk, that foolish ingrate? How would I know where that disgusting man went?”

“You let him loose. That makes him yours.”

“A convenient accusation.”

Mikaela’s gaze flickered toward Alucard, then toward Ivan with her sickly, deep-set eyes.

‘She looks strange—why are her eyes so sunken…?’

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The smell of wet concrete, cordite, opened flesh, and old ash clung to the outpost. Somewhere behind Ivan, a wounded Fenrir soldier breathed through broken teeth, each inhale making a soft, bubbling rattle. Two others whispered over a jammed magazine.

“Hold it straight.”

“My hands are numb.”

“Then bite the damn glove.”

Ivan listened to the whispers behind him; he couldn’t help but sigh in the cold wind as several soldiers betrayed their exhaustion.

‘This is annoying…’

Then Nikolai coughed.

It was not a strong hacking cough, but loud enough to spread through the current area. Nikita’s hand snapped to his shoulder, her claws digging into the torn fabric of his shirt as his chest rose and fell in rough, uneven pulls. The blood which caked across his cheeks quickly cracked and fell as he frowned.

“N-Nikolai!?” Nikita’s voice trembled as she called him.

Selene matched Nikita, dropping to her knee and losing focus on the enemy. “Honey?”

His lashes lifted.

Ivan could feel the dense beat of his heart—swallowing his words, he stood before his son and faced Alucard in silence.

Nikolai stared at the rain first, as if the sky had lowered itself above him. His gaze shifted through the blurred floodlights, the rifle barrels, strange mangled faces and finally stopped on Alucard.

“…You bastard!”

Alucard’s shoulders shook, his lips trembling. “Oh my, finally the young wolf deems to greet us with his presence.”

Nikolai tried to sit up, but Nikita shoved him back down with both hands.

“Are you insane?” she hissed. “Stay down.”

“I’m fine, baby—stop letting me sit up.”

“You look horrible, like someone just poured concere over your face!”

“Nikita.”

“Darling, please just don’t fight this time….!” She held his hand tightly, her beautiful golden eyes glistening in the night sky. His fingers wrapped around her plump hips, gently lifting her onto his lap. He grit his teeth, enduring the pain as she clung to him relentlessly.

“How touching,” Alucard said. “The broken prince wakes, and all he cares about is his bitch!”

Dimitri’s grin vanished. “The fuck are you saying, you wrinkled-ass rag?”

Ivan raised one arm before his blood brother could move. “Don’t.”

Alucard tilted his head. “Still ordering each other around? How quain

Nikolai pushed himself up despite Nikita’s curse, his elbow slipping once on the wet stone. Selene caught his back, and for a moment, Ivan saw the boy he had carried through the estate gardens years ago, furious because he had fallen and scraped his palms, refusing to cry while his lips trembled.

Then Nikolai lifted his head, and that boy was gone.

“You speak so tough for someone who failed to save his beloved.”

Alucard’s face cracked, his eyes squinted, his lips pressed thinly together as he bared his fangs.

“You filthy ingrate!”

Alucard’s cane smashed into the stone beneath his feet.

Crack!

The sound spread through the outpost, and at the same time, every rifle muzzle shifted toward Nikolai.

Ivan’s body moved forward half a step.

Dimitri did the same.

Vladimir’s fingers curled around his blade, while Selene raised her pistol again, her eyes turning cold despite the tears still clinging to their corners.

Nikita clutched Nikolai’s shirt tightly, almost as if she wanted to drag him back down by force.

“Don’t…” she whispered through clenched teeth.

Nikolai didn’t answer.

His eyes remained locked on Alucard, and even with blood dripping from his chin, his lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

Alucard raised his hand.

This time, there was no lazy amusement or calm smile.

Only fury remained.

“Bring him to me, I don’t care if you tear his limbs off, but bring him to me!”

The vampires stepped forward with their blood arts expanding.

Werewolf claws extended, like blades. Ivan lowered his stance, feeling the wet concrete grind beneath his boots.

‘So it starts.’

Alucard’s hand fell, and the outpost erupted with gunfire once again.