But Jason? He wasnโt playing any games. There was no hidden disrespect, no fake flattery behind closed doors. When he recognized me, he did it wholeheartedly. Even if he teased me in private and let me know exactly when I got under his skin, there was an honesty about it, and a respect that felt genuine.We started toward the mansion, and as we did, I noticed a vampire heading toward us with purpose. He was young, by vampire standards, looking as if heโd been turned in his late twenties. His hair was a sandy blonde, cropped neatly, and his eyes were a bright blue that held a glint of intensity, an energy I didnโt see in many vampires. His sharp, square jaw only emphasized his striking features, but there was something else that set him apart: a perfectly groomed mustache, twirled at the ends in a way that would have looked ridiculous on anyone else. On him, though, it somehow worked, like he was channeling some old-world charm no one else had the guts to attempt. I couldnโt help but w
The servants bowed to me and said if I needed anything, I should just ring the bell in the room and theyโd come to serve me, before they departed to give me privacy.I immediately went to check the walk-in closet and found dozens of new outfits in my size inside. This was another type of lifestyle I needed to get used to.I headed to the bathroom to do my business and take a bath. When I came out, a tray of several dishes, including two hamburgers, sat in the center of the table.The hamburgers didnโt taste like the ones Iโd shared with Diane and the girls, so I guessed it was the company. One shouldnโt eat a burger alone. I missed my friends dearly and hoped they were safe. But I knew no hunters would go after them since I was gone.I finished my food, sipped the juice, and rang the bell.A servant girl who looked my age came in and asked me if she could remove the remaining dishes. I nodded and thanked her.โWhere is everyone?โ I asked.She looked behind the open door, and Henry ste
The light witches approached me cautiously, not entering through the French doors but appearing from the shadows on the other side. Theyโd been training me nonstop for days, testing my resilience and patience, pushing the limits of my powers. Barbie, always efficient, had drilled me on spells and potions, memorizing incantations and identifying herbs, understanding the delicate balance between dark and light magic. She made sure I could distinguish between what was forbidden and what was celebrated. Meanwhile, Fin had taken a more hands-on approach, guiding me in channeling my energy, summoning my power, and holding it steady in my grasp.Smooth, however, was relentless. He spent hours with me, determined to help me uncover the hidden elemental magics he claimed I possessed. โYou should have command over all the elements,โ he insisted, his gaze fierce. โWind, fire, water, metal, and earth. They should respond to you.โ Wind came naturally to me, flowing through my movements like an ext
โYou and King Nollan are the only ones who can stop Warren if he returns,โ Smooth said, his eyes drifting skyward as if seeking answers among the stars. โThatโs why Jason was drawn to you. He senses your power, sees the ally you can be. And he knows that WarrenโSues, as he was calledโshould have left Earth long ago. But he refused. The mage council stripped him of his form, and heโs spent the last century gathering strength. If he rises again, he wonโt settle for merely corrupting the mage circle. Heโll bring Earth itself under his heel.โThe words hung heavily in the air, the weight of them settling into my bones. Smooth and his witches werenโt supporting me out of loyalty or loveโthey were standing beside me because I was their only shot at defeating the god of war. And I could accept that. Our goals were aligned, and I could live with that.Jason, thoughโฆ Jason was different. He hadnโt tried to use me as a tool. Instead, heโd offered to protect me, to hide me from those who sought
I hesitated, fear curling through me like a shadow. I knew what I was capable ofโIโd seen glimpses of it, had felt the weight of my power, raw and untamed. โArenโt you afraid?โ I asked, forcing myself to meet his gaze. โAfraid I might be just as dangerous, or worse, than Warren?โSmooth didnโt flinch. โWeโve weighed that possibility. But weโre placing our faith in your light, in the parts of you that hold onto life rather than death.โ He lifted his chin, his confidence radiating outward. โItโs decided.โI laughed bitterly. โIโm not blind, Smooth. You donโt have much of a choice, do you? You already know what Warren is, what heโs done and will do. But Iโm the unknown. I could go either way. But you think you can turn me to your side, make me your weapon against War.โHe didnโt deny it, and I felt a twisted respect for his honesty. At least he wasnโt sugarcoating things, wasnโt trying to coddle me. I hated liars, though I knew my own hands werenโt exactly clean in that regard.Fin grinn
My lips parted, my eyes shining, and Jasonโs power kept seducing and dominating me while a faint smile tugged his lips up, as if he thought my reaction was amusing. Just like that, I blinked out of the trance.I blamed this intense reaction on my not seeing him for a couple of days, and then a sudden anger swept over me as the initial relief that he still had the hots for me ebbed away. My dreamy gaze turned into a glare.โWhat are you doing here?โ I demanded.He arched an eyebrow. โThis is one of the forts I purchased half a century ago. Am I not allowed to walk on my own property and relax a little before a meal?โMy heart fluttered at his mention of a meal, but my scowl deepened.Iโd stalked him in the shadows and spied on him, and I hadnโt seen any feeders entering his chamber since heโd taken my blood. Iโd casually brought up the subject of his dietary habits and choices, hoping Henry would reveal something, but the butler had said in a haughty tone that it wasnโt my business. He
"I didnโt mean to hurt you, Ollivara," he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur. "I may be brutal, even to you, but Iโm only being honest. We all have our inner monsters, and theyโre both merciless and deadly. But with time and discipline, Iโve learned to control mine. Itโs taken centuries." His gaze was intense, sincere. "Youโre still so young, and youโre not ready to face that kind of darkness alone."I took a shaky breath, the weight of his words settling over me like a dark cloak. Despite the fury I felt toward him, a flicker of understanding crept in. He wasnโt just trying to control me. He was trying to protect me from a darkness I wasnโt sure I could face alone. But that didnโt mean I was willing to surrender my autonomy, to let him make all the decisions for me. I had to carve out my own path, even if it was dangerous.But as much as I wanted to reject his help, as much as I wanted to hate him for his overbearing ways, the truth was, his fierce loyalty, his undying protectiven
I took a step closer, desperate to regain control of the situation. โOn the road, you sneered at me constantly.โHe tilted his head, feigning confusion. โSneered?โ He looked back at his warriors, then back at me. โDoes anyone here think I have a habit of sneering?โHis warriors exchanged glances, then, in a perfectly synchronized chorus, replied, โNo, Your Majesty.โJason turned back to me, an apologetic expression on his face. โForgive me, Lady Ollivara. It seems my sneering is entirely in your imagination.โI glared, crossing my arms. โFor a king, you sure know how to lead an army of jerks,โ I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm. A few of his minions threw me disapproving looks, but I didnโt care.Jason gave a slight, regretful shake of his head. โItโs truly unfortunate if thatโs what you think of me,โ he said softly, though his eyes held a flicker of amusement that told me he was far from sorry.My anger reached a boiling point. He wasnโt just unbothered; he was toying with me. All
The chains of Wenallyโs enchantment shattered around me, disintegrating into shimmering silver dust that scattered over the blood-soaked battlefield. My knees buckled, the weight of the carnage pressing down on me, but I caught myself, gripping Jasonโs bloodied sword in one hand and a smaller dagger in the other. Each breath burned, but I forced myself to stand, trudging forward through the chaos.Death was everywhere. It hung in the air, thick and suffocating, mingling with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Witches, wolves, beastsโtoo many lives had been lost. My chest tightened as I stepped over broken bodies, my eyes darting between fallen friends and foes alike.This wasnโt a battle. It was a massacre.The ground trembled beneath me.A shadow loomed overhead, blocking the faint sunlight. My heart stuttered as a monstrous two-headed beast swooped in, claws slashing with deadly precision. The creature was enormous, its twin heads snarling like rabid dogs, their glowing eyes locki
It felt like wading through a simmering pool of quicksand in the heart of a cyclone. Ignoring the frostbite biting at my fingers and the fire scorching my toes, I kept runningโdesperatelyโtowards my shackled friends.โPatrick!โ He yelled as I stopped before them, his voice trembling with urgency.Patrick, like all shifters, was massive. But up close, he dwarfed even Assholeโs wolf, who had seemed so imposing from a distance. Patrickโs wolf groaned low, a sound laden with pain and longing. His eyes lingered on Diane and Paris, silently pleading for me to save them first.โIโm here,โ I assured him, my voice steady despite the storm raging in my chest. โIโll heal you, okay?โPatrickโs wolf dipped its head in acknowledgment, blood splattering from his muzzle. My stomach churned. I turned my gaze to Diane and realized her fur wasnโt merely orange as I had thought earlierโit shimmered unnaturally.โIs Diane under Sueโs enchantment?โPatrickโs wolf nodded again, his anguish plain.Damn it. I
Gritting his teeth, Alpha Jehg tried to steady his vision, but it was already blurring. He stumbled, tripping over a twisted root protruding from the ground, and fell forward, his balance failing him. The ground felt cold and unforgiving against his palms, and he knew that even his survival instincts were faltering. Lifting his head, he saw his sonโs wolf stalking closer, a twisted grin spread across its face. Slowly, the beast loomed over him, savoring the moment. With a disturbing swiftness, his son transformed back into his human form, naked and confident, his smirk gleaming with malice.Assholeโs knee came up sharply, smashing into the alphaโs face with brutal force. The world tilted, and before he could gather his senses, Asshole grabbed the alphaโs own sword, twisting it before stabbing it straight through his fatherโs back and heart. Blood spurted from the wound, splattering across his sonโs face and chest. Alpha Jehg felt his strength ebbing, his limbs growing heavier as he tr
He could feel his sonโs presence in the air, a dark energy lurking just beyond sight, an ominous aura that seemed to chill the very air around him. It was his scentโdistinct, thick, and somehow altered, as if his son himself had changed into something beyond mortal understanding. The stench of dark magic clung to it, tainted and raw, setting Alpha Jegh's instincts on edge. Somewhere nearby, Asshole was watching, biding his time. Alpha Jeghโs heart pounded as he called out, his voice steady but laced with an unspoken challenge."My son! Show yourself!" His voice echoed through the woods, reaching into the mist, reverberating with an authority that could have stirred the dead. But the only response was silence, heavy and oppressive.Alpha Jegh summoned his power, casting a thick mist across the clearing in an attempt to shield the cottage from Asshole's view. The enchantment shimmered, tendrils of fog weaving between the trees like protective arms. For a moment, he thought it might work
The vision flickered for a moment, as if the connection was weakening, but it surged back, stronger now, pulling me deeper into their world. It wasnโt just a glimpse; it was a full-blown scene, unfolding before my very eyes. They were speaking to each other in low, hurried tones, their words barely audible, but I could feel the weight of their conversation. It was a secretโsomething they didnโt want anyone to hear, something they feared might get out. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to look away, to shut it all out, but I couldnโt. I was trapped in this vision, forced to witness their exchange, to understand the depths of their lies and their twisted plans.I felt a presence behind me thenโa darker force, something ancient and terrifying, pulling at the edges of my consciousness. The vampire, my vampire, was still there, watching, waiting, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, as if he too had seen this moment unfold before.I wanted to scream, to ask what it meant, but th
It was the kind of bond that blurred the line between necessity and dangerโa volatile, inescapable symbiosis that would define us for eternity. We were entangled, codependent in ways both intoxicating and destructive, but I couldnโt bring myself to care. Let the world gossip, let them judge; their opinions were dust compared to the way we fit together, imperfect and undeniable.The Vampire King was mine, and I was his Bride. His first, his only. We werenโt just bound by choice but by destiny, written into each otherโs stories with strokes so ancient and primal that even the gods themselves would falter if they tried to sever us.A mythic resonance thrummed through my veins, a pulse that echoed the timeless power of our union. It lived in my blood, threaded through my marrow, singing the truth of what we had become. The mating ritual was complete, though no chronicler would dare capture its brutal, beautiful details. No one would write of the raw force of his dominance, the way our bod
I sank down his length, slowly at first before I slammed into its base. We both gasped at the impact. His shaft was so deep inside me I believed its tip had gotten into my womb.Grabbing his shoulders to anchor me, and with my feet planted on either side of his powerful thighs, I started to move up and down his long, hard length. It was fun. I picked up speed before I halted.I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to enjoy the fullness his rock-hard cock made me feel. It was so massive that it filled up every inch of space and stretched my walls deliciously. Without me needing to move and work hard, pleasure already swelled within me.Jason, however, didnโt understand the beauty of being still. He gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his length while he thrust up into me with savage force. And people called me a barbarian!I moaned and cried at the increasing pleasure. I opened my eyes to gaze at the vampire and signaled him to let me do the rest of the work. I then rode hi
His hand cupped my heavy breast, fondling it roughly. His tongue moved to lick my pussy, its wicked tip twirling around my folds, and his mouth closed around them and suckled so hard I cried out. He kept sucking me skillfully, and I grabbed the sheets to anchor myself.Oh gods. Just as I thought I wouldnโt last, his tongue brushed open my plump folds and thrust into my slit. My inner walls immediately clamped down on his tongue, making him growl.My tight passage burned like lava, and his tongue was like delicious ice driving inside. It twirled and thrust deeper, caressing my walls sweetly and dangerously. Pleasure rocked to my nerve endings, and my body trembled.When he thumbed my aching clit without care and his tongue fucked me harder and harder, I exploded unexpectedly. I raised my torso to grab his silky hair and watched him drink my juices greedily.Was this kind of foreplay leading up to dirty sex? I looked forward to more dirty stuff. He extracted his tongue. Before I could
โDo I look like a psychic to you?โ I snapped, irritated by the assumption that Iโd regret it. I was still a little pissed at his earlier smugness, but I refused to back down now. โIโm not a fortune teller. You want to fuck me? Then letโs do it. We can worry about regrets later.โHe eyed me, his gaze now dark with interest and amusement, but there was something else there tooโtenderness, maybe, though it was hidden behind the layers of his gruff exterior. โYouโre jealous,โ he observed, his voice softer now, almost teasing.โNot jealous,โ I lied, though I could feel the twinge of it. โJust donโt expect me to let you off the hook that easily.โHe sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. โNo one deserves a pass on what I did to you,โ he admitted, his voice full of guilt and something elseโregret, perhaps. โI donโt blame you for hating me. Iโve hated and loathed myself for ages.โI softened a little at his confession, though I still wasnโt ready to let him off the hook. For over a centur