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-Gabriel-My heart belongs to you. You are a part of me; I adore you.What in the fuck made me say those words to Katherine? And in my mother tongue!I’m still on top of her, looking deep into those eyes I’ve grown attached to, and seeing the same confusion and apprehension mirrored there. What was supposed to be a quick fuck to let off some steam turned into something too intense for either of us to handle.By the dried tears on her cheeks and the tremble of her bottom lip, I can tell that Katherine is close to breaking point.I tilt my head and kiss the sides of her face where her tears have dried. “Was it so good that I made you cry, little lamb?”She chuckles loudly and slaps my biceps. “God, you’re so arrogant,” she says, eliciting the reaction I had hoped for. The last thing I want to remember in my last moments with Katherine is her crying face, so here I am, making her laugh.Her eyes widen when I sit up and pull her with me, my cock still rock hard and buried deep inside of
-Katherine-It’s been four hours since Gabriel fell asleep. Now I have to leave after the most amazing night of my life and sever whatever it is that developed between us. I reach out and stroke his stubbled cheek, then place a last kiss there and a traitor tear slips onto it. I expected Gabriel to be rough and fuck my brains out last night; I didn’t expect the gentleness with which he handled me. The words he spoke in Romanian, the look in his eyes, the soft way he caressed my skin, telling me the story of his Goddess and how they came to be. It all felt familiar and extremely intimate; as if it was how it was meant to be.Then he caught me as I was just about to break and made me forget about the overwhelming surge of emotions that had just hit me. He made me smile; he made me laugh, he made me feel… He fucking made me feel like I mattered, and now I have to throw it all away because of the guilt that settled in my heart.My family exterminated his and I can’t begin to make it up t
-Gabriel-I rush into her bedroom and see Valentine standing there looking dejected. “She left; she fucking left,” he murmurs, sounding hurt.Left without so much as a goodbye; I guess last night didn’t mean as much to her as it did to me. Oh, well; I suppose it was simply a ‘spur of the moment’ thing for the both of us to douse whatever we were feeling and move on.“It’s better this way,” I say and walk back to my bedroom to wash her desire from my skin, but it doesn’t help. Even six hours later in my new home, I can still smell her scent; as if it’s permeated right into my very bones.I have Valentine with me and watch as he walks the halls of what would be my new base of operations and nest. As per a new agreement with the council, I have to distance myself from the MC because not only will I be King, but I’ll be stepping into Westcott’s shoes completely.A fucking District Attorney.I know now this is the reason my father had me amass all my qualifications over the years and now I
-Gabriel-Two little words and my world unravels. The woman who I’ve craved since I sampled her, the woman who made my undead heart beat with purpose, the one I haven’t been able to get out of my mind since I spotted her from across my club.Her heart has been tied to mine since before she was born; the Goddess made her for me and I let her slip through my fingers. This should make me happy, knowing that what I feel for her isn’t simply superficial, but what Valentine said brings all of that to a screeching halt,Katherine is my Fated, and she has the Unbinding Potion in her possession. “Did she request this?” I ask, keeping the tone of my voice deadly calm when he nods.“She wanted nothing to do with the Bond. It terrified her,” he says while wiping away his crimson tears and impaling me with those words.Did she not feel the same way as me? She can see the Thread, surely she should feel more than the pull I do? Or perhaps I’m mistaken… perhaps the Fated Bond isn’t as potent as desc
-Katherine-Clearview Point - a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. A perfect place to raise your kids, a perfect place to settle down, and a perfect place to hide your true identity.I stumbled onto this place after buying a car in Vegas and just driving; so I settled down here and made it my temporary home. Xenia is somewhere close to Texas right now, but I told her not to let me know where exactly, just so she can be safe.So here I am, hiding out in a small town and living in a small apartment working a barista/night manager job, and feeling terrible. I’ve lost so much weight from letting my frustrations out at the gym that I’m nearly unrecognizable. I have to take my hurt out on something… before I crawl back to Gabriel Priest.Parking my car next to the little cafe close to the university campus (yes, this small town has one), I walk inside to start my afternoon shift. Noah, the freshman student who works here part-time, looks up when I enter and gives me a smile.“Hey,
-Katherine-The last time I felt heartbreak was when I saw the bodies of my mother and little brother, but somehow that pales in comparison to what I am feeling right now. Laying with my knees bunched up to my chest, I’m holding onto Gabriel’s shirt while the cracks in my facade split the last little bit of my composure.A surge of pain wells up in my chest and my body trembles with the sobs that are threatening to choke me and drag me under. However, when I catch a faint whiff of smokey, expensive whiskey, everything caves in and I let go.I fucking miss him so much! After I ran away, I didn't want to admit it, but I miss him! I would give anything to hear his voice again, beckoning me and calling me ‘little lamb.’ Yet as I lament the loss of what I could have had, a vise grips my heart and my sobbing turns to a morose whimper.Sleep never came for me and the next morning, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for a full 12-hour shift. It’s just Noah and me, so hopefully, he picks
-Gabriel-I’m standing in a darkened alleyway, the blood of a bounty hunter slipping down my claws, while Katherine is on her knees in front of me, waiting for death. I can see her body stiffen and her heartbeat pick up… she knows I’m here.“Hello, little lamb,” I murmur, but she doesn’t turn around when she gets to her feet, so I move closer and lean my head towards her ear. “Found you.”I can hear her mournful whimper right over the storm and it takes everything in me not to take her in my arms and hold her close. I don’t want to force myself on her if it will make her run again. She turns around with a hand clasped tightly over her mouth and tears shimmer in her eyes when she sees me.“Gabriel?” she says, removing her hand to reveal a trembling bottom lip. The sound of her saying my name knocks the wind out of me and I ball my hands into fists to compose myself.I give her a smile and nod, hoping she can see the gesture, but what she does next pushes the thought of not forcing myse
-Katherine-I slid to the floor of my apartment with my hand covering my mouth and Gabriel’s overcoat clenched tightly in my arms. It’s like the last hour has been a dream, nearly getting killed, then saved by the man who has been haunting my thoughts for over four months. He came for me… he actually fucking came for me!“So I guess this means no potion?” My head snaps to where I hear Xenia’s voice and I jump to my feet to greet her. “Xen!”We embrace one another, then she pulls away and looks at me. “He couldn’t keep his hands off you, hmm?” she says, lifting her eyebrow at my torn shirt. “Big bad Vampire King wanted some lamb stew tonight.”“Hey, I didn’t tell you what he calls me so you can use it against me, you know!”“But it’s so, so easy to mock,” she chuckles, taking my arm and leading me to the kitchen. “Now, I’m about to pour us some wine while you explain why the fuck you have a bruised eye and blood on your face.”“I don’t have wine,” “Really! That’s the part you choose