‘Give me my dagger back!’ she yells and tries to pull away. I want her to feel the sparks. I want her to know I’m not a threat. She has a sudden look of sadness, and I begin to feel guilty. All I want is to see her smile, to see her happy.I look at Soren. ‘We can’t take her with us,’ I tell him.‘It’s too late. You don’t have a choice now. You know what will happen if you don’t stay near each other,’ he replies.‘I know, but her pack won’t allow it. They will want her back,’‘If her pack want her to live. They will have no choice but to let us take her.’ Soren says.He is right. The only way for her to live is to stay with me. If Lylah returns to her family without me, she will begin to burn up as if she has a fever, which will worsen until she burns to death. She is mine now, my love, and I won’t let my blood flame have that fate even if it means her hating me.‘Of course, you monsters would rather murder me than give me back to my pack alive!’ she yells.Nadia walks right up to her
Soren and Nadia have finally crossed the river. Their eyes remain black, and they run towards Lylah with their fangs protruding, ready to devour her. They should only be blood lusting for each other as they are blood flames, but Lylah’s blood isn’t like everyone else’s. Her blood is special, and she is unlike anyone I have ever met. I’m annoyed and hurt. Lylah keeps trying to kill me and fighting the bond, and now her blood is making other vampires blood lust after her, ‘Great, just great!’ I say, throwing my hands up in the air, ‘You cut my arm. I save your life. You cut me again, and now I have to save your life again, but this time from Nadia and Soren draining you of your blood because, for some strange reason, your blood tastes and wreaks of immense power. So which part of me will you try and cut off after I save you this time?’ I ask sarcastically and cross my arms.She smiles at me for the first time but looks down at my balls. My body stiffens, and I pail. She wouldn’t dare,
Exhausted from crying and recent events, Lylah sleeps soundly in my arms. I carry her toward my lair but stop by one of the lakes along the way. Sitting by the water's edge, I hold her tight, savouring the moment as I know she will continue being stubborn and keep fighting against the bond. I stroke her hair from her face and caress her cheek, taking in all of her features. Her platinum white hair, high cheekbones, small but plump lips, her soft skin. The Gods have blessed me with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Even though she is stubborn and argumentative, I’ve never felt so happy. She is perfect, and my feelings toward her are already strong. I pray to the Gods she will fall in love with me regardless of the bond. Scooping water from the lake in my hand, I gently wash all the blood from her face. Thankfully the wound on her head has stopped bleeding. Hopefully, now having no blood on her, Nadia and Soren will return to their senses, and she won’t cause my coven of vampir
Leaving the labyrinth of tunnels, we now enter a section with great stone pillars. They are all carved with all kinds of symbols and glyphs. The steps become softer as we now walk over sand. Lylah is intrigued by the carvings. She stops, stares at some of them, and runs her fingers over others as if trying to figure out what they mean.We are about to enter my favourite part of the underground. I’m excited to show her our home, but she looks sad and miserable. I can see she is forcing herself not to cry. She keeps looking over her shoulder and becomes even more depressed every time she looks back. My heart begins to ache as I realise she misses her family and home. Her shoulders slump, and she won’t look at me, keeping her eyes on her feet.As we are about to step into the final part. I give Lylah a small smile, but she looks away, making me frown.‘Welcome to the Underground, our home,’ I tell her as we step into the vast underground cave.I watch as her mouth drops open, and she loo
As we enter the castle, I use my mind to lower the portcullis gate behind us. The heavy chains clink as it lowers, getting Lylah’s attention. She looks over her shoulder. Then, as she sees the portcullis close, she panics and races back towards it, but she is too late. It slams down shut. Her hands grip the metal, and she lowers her head. ‘This isn’t happening. It’s just another bad dream—a nightmare. I’ll awaken from it soon and find myself in my chambers in my packhouse, and then I can look back at all this and laugh… either that or cry .’ She tells herself, nodding her head assuredly. ‘Lylah,’ I say gently. She turns to look at me, and we somberly stare into each other’s eyes. Her eyes have not even the tiniest bit of joy or happiness. Her soul is completely lost and broken, but now I have added to the damage already done, making her completely miserable. ‘I’m sorry.’ I tell her, feeling terrible for her. If only I could tell her that leaving me would kill her. That we have to sta
Becky rolls her eyes at me after she manages to give me the final stitch. ‘You’re the Lord of our coven, who's supposed to be strong and powerful, yet here you are being the biggest sook over a few stitches.’‘You just gave me six stitches on my arm and another fourteen on my chest! So that’s more than a few stitches.’‘The lion’s breath was supposed to make you brave and not sook the entire time. Must have been a dud bottle,’ Becky laughs.I glare into her brown eyes, but she smiles, tucks her short brown hair behind her ear, and shrugs. ‘Okay, Becky, you’ve had your fun. I’m out of here,’ I tell her, taking my shirt from Soren and putting it on. She purses her lips which are thickly coated with red lipstick, ‘Don’t you want to know why your wounds haven’t healed yet?’I turn to face her, ‘You know why?’ Becky walks to the table and brings the well-made dagger to me. ‘This isn’t an ordinary dagger, Lord Talon. This dagger has been crafted to kill any supernatural. The spine and qu
As I soak in the bathtub, I hear Lylah pacing back and forth in the room. Once clean, I step out and open the bathroom door in my full glory. Lylah comes to a halt. I casually put the towel over my head and dry my long wet hair.‘Damn you, Lord Talon! Do you have no shame!?’ Lylah yells.I remove the towel, look down at myself, and then back at Lylah, whose cheeks are now the rosiest red from blushing.‘Clearly, Lylah, I have nothing to be ashamed of,’ I smile mischievously at her.‘You!’ she says and abruptly turns, opens my antique wardrobe and rummages through my belongings. I lean against the door frame and cross my arms as I stare at her sweet little ass as she is bent over going through my clothes. I could stand and watch this view all night. I smirk.As Lylah grabs my clothing and turns her head, she realises what I’ve been quietly viewing.Lylah storms toward me and shoves my clothes into my chest, ‘Don’t you ever stare at my ass again! Now in the world of wands! Will you plea
Chapter 34Lylah‘Micah is my mate, my fated mate.’ I say to Lord Talon barely in a whisper.He becomes pale, swiftly retreats from the bed, picks up his clothes, and exits the room.I‘m relieved he fled. I feel like I’m betraying Micah when he is around me, but I can’t stop these thoughts I have of Lord Talon, no matter how hard I try. It has completely drained me. I’m exhausted from fighting myself from wanting to touch his skin, kiss his lips and more. I shouldn’t be feeling warm and fuzzy around him. It’s like something is wrong with me. I approach an arch-stone-shaped stain-glassed window and push it open. I look down and instantly regret it. I’m so high up. This is a situation I don’t want to be in.Mateless, grieving, kidnapped with feelings towards my captor… Wait a minute! Isn’t that an illness? Finding your captor attractive and developing feelings towards them? Wands! This explains everything. I have Stockholm syndrome! A huge sense of relief overcomes me, knowing why I hav