Mag-log in“Your father’s debt is now yours to pay,” he said. The words were quiet, but they hit like a hammer. “Whether you like it or not, it’s either you serve me or you die.” Santa Griffin has always lived life on his own terms, bold, flirtatious, and unapologetically reckless. But when his father is found dead under suspicious circumstances, Santa is dragged into the shadowy world of the Otho family, the most powerful clan of vampires in the city. There, he learns the truth: his father’s debt has fallen onto him, and Lord Perth Otho demands repayment in the most terrifying way possible. Forced into servitude, Santa becomes Perth’s personal slave. But what begins as a cruel punishment twists into something far more dangerous. Perth toys with him mercilessly, savoring his defiance, but beneath the ruthless control lies an attraction neither can deny. As tensions rise, Santa is caught in a deadly web. Perth is bound by duty to marry the pureblood ed vampire, Xedra, a union that could secure power for the vampire elite. But when vampire hunters launch a brutal attack, Santa risks everything to save the very man he swore to hate, setting into motion a chain of events that will change everything. But when the hunters strike and their leader is revealed to be Santa’s long-lost mother, vengeance and blood ties collide. Caught between the woman who gave him life and the vampire who now owns his heart, Santa must decide where he truly belongs, because in a world ruled by darkness, love itself could be his undoing.
view moreThe figure froze when my voice cracked out, and then it slowly turned toward me, like the sound had tugged at it. My breath hitched. I couldn’t see a face yet — just the outline of someone tall, someone still, someone watching me.Then it started walking toward me.Quiet steps. Steady. Closer. Closer. Closer.I pressed harder into the mattress without meaning to, my muscles locked. My eyes strained in the darkness, trying to make out anything — a jawline, hair, something — but everything was just silhouette and moonlight until the figure reached my bedside.Before I could open my mouth, it leaned past me and clicked on the lamp.Warm light spilled across the room.And my stomach dropped.It was Perth.He sat on the bed beside me like it was the most normal thing in the world, then held out a hand toward me. “Your hand,” he said quietly.For a second I didn’t move. My brain had lagged behind everything — behind the shock, behind the fear, behind him showing up in my room in the middle
“What are you doing here?”The words slammed into my head like a thunderclap. For a second I honestly thought one of the gods had thrown lightning straight into my skull. I jerked so hard my spine almost snapped.I spun around—well, more like twisted stiffly—and there he was. Kieran. But weirdly, he wasn’t even looking at me. His face was turned toward the direction I had just fled from, the path where those gossiping guards had stood moments before.His voice came low, smooth, but edged the way a blade glints under sunlight. “Are you so free,” he asked, “that you have time to take strolls and have chats?”A beat of silence, then the guards stammered in unison, “N–no, sir!”“Get back to your duty post,” he snapped.I heard the shuffle of feet—fast, panicked, and definitely eager to be anywhere but here. The garden fell silent except for the whisper of leaves overhead… and the pounding thud of my own heartbeat beating somewhere near my throat.Then Kieran finally turned his head toward
I woke up the next morning feeling like my bones were made of sand. Everything inside me felt heavy, foggy, worn thin. The night kept replaying behind my eyes, looping over and over like some kind of cruel show I didn’t sign up for.For a second, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, letting my mind drag me back into everything I had seen. The vampires. Their eyes glowing like embers. The feeders on leashes. The collars. The fear. The powerlessness. All of it swirling in a sickening mix under my skin.I lifted my hand slowly and touched the side of my neck.The collar wasn’t there anymore, but somehow the phantom weight still was.Before I’d reached my room the night before, Perth had stopped me in the hallway and told me quietly—no, commanded me—to return the collar. I had slipped it off right after, relieved for even a moment of freedom, but the pressure of it, the tightness, the humiliation… my hand could still feel all of that as if it were carved into my skin.A breath tremble
The vampire stepped back the moment Perth’s voice sliced through the hallway. He dipped his head slightly, shoulders tight, the blood on his chin catching the dim light as he murmured, “Sire.”Perth’s footsteps echoed closer. His tone was sharper this time, clipped and irritated. “What is going on here?”The vampire finally straightened his spine a little, though his head remained bowed. “I was just asking if he had seen my companion.”Perth turned to me. His eyes were unreadable. “Have you seen his companion?”My throat went dry instantly. I cleared it, stalling, feeling Jerome’s fear radiating behind me like cold air. I paused, fighting with myself about whether to tell the truth or not. But I’d already committed. I shook my head.Perth walked up to me so smoothly it made my stomach twist. He tilted his head, examining my face. “You’re lying, aren’t you?”“No,” I said, though it came out a bit too fast. “I’m not lying.”He stared at me in silence. I could feel the weight of his gaze
When I opened my door that morning, the sight that greeted me made me pause. Kieran was leaning casually against the wall, arms folded, his expression unreadable. It looked like he had been there for a while.“Have you been standing here for long?” I asked, brow raised.He shrugged lightly. “Not lo
The knock on my door came again, softer this time. I blinked, pulling myself from my thoughts, and went to open it.Standing there, smiling up at me, was Hannah. She looked like a ray of sunshine that had somehow wandered into this gloomy mansion—short blonde hair, bright eyes, and a warmth that fe
When I opened my eyes, the light hit me too hard. It was white and sharp, flooding my vision, forcing me to shut them again. For a few seconds, I just lay there, listening to the faint sound of my own breathing. My body felt heavy, sore in places I couldn’t name. When I tried to move, a dull ache r
Perth’s POV The boy was far too light in my arms.I carried him steadily down the long, lit corridors, each of my steps echoing against polished stone floor. His head rested limply against my shoulder, strands of damp hair sticking to his temple. His breathing was shallow but steady, the faint ris
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