Invincible Blood Sorceror

Chapter 221: Feelings of the red Elf

The Nuwe'rak Quarters

Jorghan made his way through the settlement as afternoon shadows lengthened across the sand. The Nuwe'rak clan occupied the larger section of Brownhill Dunes, their structures built with the distinctive architectural style that favored curved walls and domed roofs, practical for desert conditions, aesthetically pleasing despite their functionality.

He'd been avoiding this conversation for days, but Sigora had been right when she'd pointed out that unresolved tensions would poison the clan integration efforts.

Sarhita needed to be addressed, her anger acknowledged, and the conflict between them either resolved or at least managed to a point where it wouldn't undermine Sol'vur's cohesion.

He hadn't talked to her since the attack on the settlement. It had been weighing on his mind, too. He was aware of what she had to do, but couldn't take in the fact that she had just given up on Scarlett.

Maybe he was expecting too much of them.

Not everybody had a system like him to fight anyone.

Fear of life—it can make anybody do anything.

The main Nuwe'rak dwelling was larger than most, reflecting the clan's status within the settlement. Jorghan approached the entrance and knocked firmly on the wooden door frame.

A voice called from inside.

"Enter."

He stepped into the interior, his eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. The main chamber was well-appointed with comfortable furniture, weapons displayed on walls, and maps and documents showing the clan's integration planning. And standing near the center of the room were two figures who turned to face him as he entered.

Sarhita stood with her arms crossed, her eight-foot frame radiating hostility that was barely contained. Her skin was deep red—not the pale crimson of his transformed state, but a rich burgundy that marked her as pure Nuwe'rak bloodline. Her black hair was pulled back in a warrior's braid, and her gold eyes blazed with fury that had been simmering since his return from Earth.

Beside her stood Katisana, also eight feet tall, her skin a lighter shade of red that suggested mixed heritage somewhere in her ancestry. She was older, with the bearing of someone who'd lived through enough conflict to develop both wisdom and cynicism. Her expression was more controlled than Sarhita's, but her body language suggested she wasn't particularly happy to see him either.

"Lord Sol'vur," Sarhita said, her tone dripping with contempt that turned his title into an insult.

Jorghan raised an eyebrow, as it was the first time hearing it.

"How generous of you to finally grace us with your presence. I was beginning to think you'd just ignore us completely while planning your grand dynasty with more... compliant partners."

He sighed, nodding his head.

Jorghan closed the door behind him, not rising to the bait.

"Sarhita. Katisana. We need to talk."

"Oh, NOW you want to talk," Sarhita snapped.

"After ignoring me for days, after announcing to the entire settlement that you're taking multiple partners without even discussing it with those of us who've been—" She cut herself off, clearly not wanting to finish that sentence.

"Fucking you?" Jorghan supplied bluntly.

"Because we both know that's what you mean. You're angry I didn't consult you before making decisions about partnerships, as if our occasional encounters gave you veto power over my clan planning."

Sarhita's face flushed darker, her anger intensifying.

"It wasn't 'occasional.' Don't diminish what we had just because it's now inconvenient for your political maneuvering."

"What we had," Jorghan replied coldly, "was physical compatibility and mutual convenience. You wanted someone powerful who wouldn't bore you. I wanted an uncomplicated release. Neither of us pretended it was more than that."

"You arrogant bastard," Sarhita hissed, taking a step forward. Her essence manifested around her hands—red energy that marked her own bloodline abilities.

"You think you can just use people and discard them when they're no longer useful? You're exactly like your father—powerful but incapable of actually valuing anyone beyond their utility to you."

Jorghan squinted.

"Yes, I know about your father. I know all about him."

"Don't compare me to Ser'gu," Jorghan said, his voice becoming dangerous.

"My father destroyed entire clans out of emotional rage. I make calculated decisions about what strengthens the Sol'vur. There's a difference."

"Is there?"

Katisana interjected, speaking for the first time. Her voice was calmer than Sarhita's but carried an edge of disappointment.

"Because from where I'm standing, you're treating partnerships the same way your father treated clan alliances, as tools to be leveraged for power rather than relationships with actual people."

Jorghan turned his attention to her.

"You're angry too. Why? We've had maybe three encounters total, all of them explicitly casual. You knew I wasn't offering commitment."

"I'm not angry that you're not offering commitment," Katisana replied.

"I'm angry you're treating this like a breeding program. 'Strategic partnerships.' 'Genetic diversity.' 'Political connections.' Those are clinical terms for what should be intimate relationships. You're reducing women to their bloodlines and clan affiliations rather than seeing them as actual people."

"That's what CLANS DO," Jorghan shot back, his patience fraying.

"Elven society has always prioritized bloodline strengthening and political alliances. I'm not inventing new standards. I'm following the same patterns every major clan uses. Madayanti, Yasoraga, and Naikini—they all approached me with the exact same logic. Combine bloodlines, strengthen offspring, and create political ties.

Why is it acceptable when they do it but manipulative when I do?"

"Because they're honest about what they want," Sarhita replied.

"They're not pretending there's affection where there isn't. They're not making speeches about 'building futures' while treating partners like interchangeable assets. They're upfront about transactional arrangements."

She moved closer, her eight-foot frame forcing Jorghan to crane his neck to maintain eye contact.

"You want to know why I'm really angry? It's not the multiple partners. It's not even the lack of consultation. It's that you stood there making grand announcements about the Sol'vur future without acknowledging that some of us were already part of your life. You erased us retroactively to make room for your dynasty planning."

"I didn't erase anyone," Jorghan protested.

"I ended casual arrangements that were never meant to be permanent and began planning appropriate partnerships for a clan head. That's not erasure—it's evolution."

"It's abandonment," Sarhita corrected, and for the first time her anger cracked to reveal hurt underneath.