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ZEDKIEL. I licked my lips, unable to keep the smirk off my face. She had a fucking point although I don’t think she realises I was no longer the person I was eight years ago… But I couldn’t deny she looked smoking hot standing her ground. Although I didn’t know if I should be offended or impressed that she feared me more than an entire table full of Lycans. Her eyes held Danciana’s and I couldn’t help but remember the words of the Shadow Wolf… A sliver of unease flitted through me. No mere Omega could just hold an Alpha’s daughter’s gaze like that… One who was mated to a Lycan at that. Draven let out a low whistle as Chasyn and Maryka exchanged glances. Danciana let out a fake laugh, but it was obvious she was trying to gather herself. Not expecting my Little Mouse to speak up like that. I glanced at Dad, who was watching Evangeline with a faint smile on his face, a look of interest in his eyes. His gaze shifted to meet mine, and he nodded slowly. ‘Perhaps this might not be that b
EVANGELINE. My heart pounds violently as he slides my dress up, so confidently as if it was second nature. How many women has he been with? Just the thought makes me feel uncertain. A part of me wants to turn and run… but a part of me wants to give in to him, to see what would happen. I could feel the wetness between my legs, feeling that clench as he stares down at me with a carnal hunger that was equally terrifying, yet oddly exciting. He licks his lips, his hands running up my legs, with eyes full of raw unmasked lust. That somehow made my entire body react. Is it my scent? An Omega’s arousal releases a special scent that is very addicting to males. It must be… the way he is looking at me, is too intense… I am scared of him, yet I am confused by the way my body yearns for more. The coolness of the table against my skin makes me shiver, and he slaps my ass, making me whimper. His eyes flash and I gasp when I feel the sting of the fabric against my skin, as he tears my thong off. A
EVANGELINE. “Please don’t!” I scream, tumbling backwards. Something hits the back of my leg making me buckle and I fall onto the enormous bed. I grab onto the deep purple curtains that hung from the canopy of the four-poster bed, the fabric burning my hands as it sears through my grasp as he pushes me flat onto my back. His eyes are glowing red, and his fangs are out as he grabs me by my throat. His dreadlocks frame his face as he looks at me with emotions that I can’t focus on. For a second, it turns too dark and hazy to see anything. What… Then I feel it; the blade plunging into my chest. I cry out as pain tears through me, only for him to pull the blade free, agony making it harder to breathe. He doesn’t stop stabbing it into my stomach. I cry out. “Stop! Stop this! Stop!” I shriek, choking in pain as tears burn my eyes. “Too late.” He snarls, “No!” The power in my voice is unrecognisable. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed like that… I feel the terrifying blistering rage and h
EVANGELINE. Zedkiel gave Alistair some tasks about what he wants him to do with me later, before he led me away. I didn’t question where we were going, but now; I wish I did. I stare at the handsome man before me as he lets the door swing shut behind us, and I look at the huge room before us. There are weight training machines, lifting benches, treadmills, and other equipment. There were three boxing bags to the side and an open area for sparring, too. I don’t understand why he waited until Alistair had finished my makeup and hair. All that effort to get dolled up only for him to bring me to an indoor training room. I have the urge to ask him that very question when he removes his shirt, and my mind goes blank. My heart races as I stare at those delicious abs, the way his body flexes, and my gaze falls on the tattoo on his arm as he tosses his shirt aside and looks at me. “Take your heels off.” He commands, and I look down before obeying. I purse my lips, looking at him as he begins
EVANGELINE. “Ok then, on three. One… Two… Three!” Chasyn signal goes and in a blink, Maryka darts at me, punching me across the face. I gasp as my head snaps to the side, feeling the jarring pain in my neck and cheeks as I stumble back. Zedkiel snarls, about to step forward. At the same time Chasyn does, his eyes widening in alarm and fear for his Luna. “It’s fine. We’re fine. Please.” I whisper to Zedkiel, the taste of blood in my mouth. My heart thumps loudly and I look at the brunette. A competitive glint in her eyes. Of course, there will be… they will all want to win… “Let them go at it, it will help Evangeline.” Chasyn murmurs, walking around to his brother. I have a feeling it’s to stop him in case he tries something against Maryka. Zedkiel’s eyes narrow but he says nothing, his eyes burning red… I focus on Maryka, thinking she went straight for the face. “Are there any rules?” I ask. “None.” Zedkiel replies coldly. I nod and look at Maryka, who had an expression that I
ZEDKIEL. She surprised me. I wasn’t expecting her to win against Maryka, sure I was hoping that she’d be able to try better against her than she would against me since she seemed to be terrified of hitting me without having a mental breakdown in the process. But she had impressed me. She showed far more potential than I had even hoped for. I just need her to stop acting so fucking afraid of me, although I don’t blame her… the urge to devour her entirely is always there, and the hunger for her blood is growing with each passing day and I know it is wrong. No vampire drinks the blood of a supernatural… It's taboo. We enter our quarters and I lock the door, letting go of her wrist and tossing my shirt down. “Run the bath.” Her heart’s pounding, but she doesn’t disobey and walks off. My eyes flash when I see the bruises on her back; Maryka aimed to hurt, she is a practised fighter and instead of treating it as a sparring match and using her fighting techniques, she instead was attacki
EVANGELINE. My mind is hazy, the pleasure makes me drunk. He took my nipple in his mouth, licking it sensually, making my pussy pulsate with pleasure once more. But then he sinks his teeth into me, the sharp pain making me cry out. This… My heart pounds violently as his canines go deeper until he draws blood from my areola. I grip his shoulders; the pain becomes unbearable and I try to push him back. I feel the sharp pull of pleasure and pain as he sucks on my nipple. “Zedkiel…” I whisper, whimpering when I see blood spilling down my breast and into the water. Fear envelops me as realisation slaps me in the face. He is drinking my blood… Moments of him drawing my blood and licking it away fills my mind and when I look down at the man who holds me in a death grip, I realise exactly what Zedkiel is. He is not only a Lycan but also a vampire, a hybrid. My stomach churns as terror grasps me into its claws. I was in the hold of a vampire! “Zedkiel!” I shout, panic flitting through m
ZEDKIEL.Over a week later.That night, I messed up.For a fleeting moment, I saw her relax and rather than run from me, she had embraced our closeness. Until I fucked it all up and ripped through her flesh. I don’t remember what exactly happened. I just know that the urge to taste her blood consumed me and I had bitten into her. Then I remember her torn flesh and blood dripping down her breast as she stood across the bathroom.But it was the look in her eyes that got to me.The fear… the fear of the beast before her. The same fear I see in the eyes of everyone else…I found her screaming on the bathroom floor and then she had lost consciousness, probably due to the blood loss. I wonder how much I had drunk and although I hated it; it rejuvenated me like none other ever could and I wanted more. So much fucking more and I know I can’t. I had carried her to the bed and bandaged her up before I had wiped her clean, hoping she’d be ok.When she awoke the following morning, her words still