According to the legend Will found, the mate's blood had the greatest effect on the full moon. Well… no surprise there. Conveniently for us, the full moon was tomorrow. The problem was that the whole ritual was quite risky since it required unplugging Sariel from any monitoring equipment in order to grant us an intimate environment. The healing ritual should have been performed between the two mates alone, without any disturbances. I could actually agree with that last one. The moment when we exchanged blood last time, well... I wouldn't want anyone to be around when it happened. Still, I was restless. What if we unplugged Sariel because we believed the legend, and he would die because of this choice?
I asked Will if I could read everything he found about that legend, and he agreed to bring me all the centuries-old books that had mentioned something like "mates" among vampires. The moment I began to read it, my heart started to pound. The words describing the bond
"Good morning, my Queen."I would never get enough of hearing it. Sariel made it sound amazingly enticing. His smiling eyes were eating every piece of me. The intensity of his gaze made me flush. We were both naked, although I couldn't recall the moment I lost my silk nightgown. Sariel's arms were wrapping me tightly, and our legs were tangled. The air around us was saturated with arousal, so electrifying that the mere spark could cause an explosion. As my eyes roamed down from Sariel's eyes to his lips, I saw a smug grin. One breath later, his hands cupped my buttocks, lifting me slightly so I could feel his erection against my sex. I gasped."I see you're all healed," I chuckled nervously."Almost…" he smirked. "Now I need a different kind of therapy."His lips blocked mine before I could say anything else. He pinned my hands down on both sides of my head and deepened the kiss with passionate, lush licks. As I surrendered to his caresses, his han
"My friend will finally wear the crown!" Martha's enthusiasm nearly made my eardrums explode. Truthfully, I couldn't care less about the crown. It was the wedding dress that was freaking me out. Who would have thought that the vows "till death do us part" would actually mean being together for at least a few centuries? I didn't doubt Sariel's love or mine for him, but still… I still hadn't sorted out the whole "vampire issue". After a month of living as a super-duper-commoner, I knew that I didn't need human blood; drinking Sariel's blood was enough for me. I was ecstatic to find out that he didn't need to drink any other blood than mine either. Will told us that it was a "mates' thing", and that this dependence would bind us forever as well as make us stronger. Yet, it didn't solve all the issues that made me anxious. Commoners lived forever, literally, and nobles had extended but limited lifespans. Would I be forced to live without Sariel? The thought of that formed a knot
Fucking Adragna! I could barely stand sitting in front of the Marquess or his sons, knowing that they were the ones who planned the attack on my parents. I should have squeezed my fingers around their necks and watched smug smiles disappear from their faces in agony, and yet, I was forced to keep calm, pretending I didn't know because I had no way to prove it. Those fuckers were good at killing witnesses. I hated them just as much as I hated those mongrels from the Southern Woods Pack. I was the Duke and a future king. I had the strength to crush those bastards to dust, but I had to sit there doing nothing. Why? Because King Mael said so! This old vampire thought that it would be refreshing if our annual meeting were held in his mansion in the Blue Valley, completely ignoring the fact that it was in the middle of fucking nowhere. I couldn't stay there a minute longer. I didn't care if King Mael would be pissed. I wouldn't lose his favor anyway. I was the strongest of all the
It was another rainy day at Sunnybridge Town. I had constantly wondered who the hell gave that pathetic name to a town where it rains for over 160 days a year. I had been there for six months already, and it was time for me to leave. I was only waiting for the end of the month, so I could get my salary from the Bella Donna Café. It was the 28th of September. I remember that date well because it was the day I met HIM for the first time… There weren't any customers at the café, so Janette and I were dying from boredom. I had already cleaned up all the tables and wiped the floor twice. “Maybe Donna let us go early today? Who would want to go out when it rains like that?” Janette asked. “Don't count on it,” I chuckled, mocking her hopes. “Even if no one comes here for a month, she will gladly find us new places to clean, or she will bring the paint and tell us to change the wall color.” Janette glared at me and clicked her tongue. “You're no fun at all, L
I froze and smiled awkwardly at my silver-haired customer. Throughout my life, I had been learned to hide my emotions. I had never let my guard down in front of anyone, especially men. I used to stay unmoved, no matter who that guy was or how he looked, but in front of this person, I felt helpless, as if he could see right through me. I found it terrifying. “I'll get you a coffee then…” I turned around towards the counter, “Espresso-kind black?” I tossed on my way there. “As long as you make it,” he slightly chuckled. “What a flirt,” I muttered annoyed, yet sensing that my face was turning red. I couldn't understand my reactions. I used to ignore anyone whom I would hear such words from. If I had a worse day, I would even quickly make him regret that he dared to say a single word to me, but now… I kept blushing like an idiot! I went to the bar, making sure I was turned around the whole time to avoid my peculiar customer's gaze. For some reason
I thought I saw a wolf-shaped shade just around the corner. I flinched and ran in the opposite direction. I couldn't believe that the ones who were looking for me got here so fast. It couldn't have been merely the smell of my blood that betrayed my location. They must have known about it for some time. “Could it be that they were sniffing around the town earlier without me knowing?!” I wondered in panic. I had become careless. I had never made such a stupid mistake. I had been fooling them for years, and yet, I got myself in a situation when I was unprepared. “I need to get home fast. I need to take my survival bag, then get to the train station. After that, I need to take the money from the deposit box at the station and get the hell out of here,” I planned in my mind while running. Suddenly, I heard a deep growling sound coming from the alley right in front of me. I stopped. I saw three wolf-shaped shades ominously appearing on the wall of the build
I was slowly losing consciousness. I could no longer recognize all the sounds and blurry images. I could only see the rage in Derek's men while ineptly attacking the silver-haired. They ignored me and left me lying on the ground while they all charged at the stranger. I could hear their bones breaking. I could hear their screams and painful howling. There wasn't even an ounce of sympathy in me towards them, but at the same time, I was far from being safe. "Who is this person? He is much stronger than all those wolves… Is he a shapeshifter like them? Why did he say that he is dead? Is he some kind of freaking zombie or something?! Why is he attacking them?! Is he going to kill them?! And… if he does… is he going to kill me too?!" I wondered in panic. The drug flowing in my blood paralyzed me. My awareness was fading. I was terrified and helpless. I didn't want to come back with Derek and his men, but the more I didn't want to die in the hands of some madman. Suddenly,
I spent the next few years wandering around many places. I hadn't encountered any wolves that were chasing me, but I had never stayed in one spot longer than three months either. Of course, it was harder to earn any money that way. That was why I decided to open an online business that I could run without revealing my true name. What I was selling were investment advices. I have always been good at predicting how the market would respond to certain events. Even my teachers used to call me a genius in that field. Actually, business and the stock market weren't my only areas of expertise. I could easily become the best in any subject. The problem was, my so-called "family" would never allow me to get a decent university diploma… or any university diploma at that. I was only allowed to graduate from St. Anna's College, after graduating from St. Anna's High School, after growing up in St. Anna's orphanage… Yes, the situation between me and my "family" was always a little peculia