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Normally, someone would say two weeks is a breeze, but this was far from a breeze. I kept picturing Katya, and her long black hair and cat-like eyes. What could I do? I hadn’t figured out if I would bow to her or not. She hadn’t reached out, I knew she wouldn’t, but a part of me had hoped she would. I was sitting here like a love-struck teenager, it was ridiculous. I could have any woman in this entire world, why did I want her and only her. She invaded my dreams, my every waking moment, nothing I did would stop it, nothing. Morpheus asked me if I would be willing to bow to her, and as much as I would say no out loud, I knew I would. I would bow in a heartbeat if she would be mine. I would bow to see that very rare smile. “Killian?” Markus knocked on the office door. “You have a visitor.” “Let them in,” I say, standing. Markus walks into the room, his face told me everything I needed to know. “Move you, oaf,” Sarai said, pushing past Markus. “Brother, you don’t look happy to see m
I sat emersed in my thoughts of my childhood, and how Sarai had tormented me for my so-called weakness, how as I became older, my father joined her. My mother was my only friend in the constant darkness, but she too fled, and never looked back much like I had chosen to do. My phone started ringing bringing me out of my thoughts as I sat in the parking lot of Katya’s club. “Yeah?” I asked, slightly irritated. “They’re at a hotel that situated over one hundred miles away, why would she come this way, Killian?” Markus on the other end answered perturbed. “That’s what I want to know. Sarai never misses or loves anyone, what do they want? What are they doing?” “There is a bank conference there, but I thought your dad dropped the banking investments he was making?” “Dad said the best way to lose money was to depend on human banks, he pulled out of that shit over two years ago, he only invests in cars now.” “Would Sarai invest in banks?” “She is quite adept at money situations, but w
I was sitting quietly in the bushes waiting to spot the elusive forbidden that had been circling Killian’s pack lands, they definitely had begun hunting us instead of us hunting them. What could possibly have caused this shift? It still irked me, I was missing something and that hardly ever happened. I heard twigs snap behind me. I shift quietly to turn around and give myself room to unsheath my sword. “Calm down it’s me,” Killian whispered leaning down next to me. “What are you doing here?” I hissed. “We discussed this.” “Eh, technically you screeched at me while I stood in shock that you smacked me upside my head,” Killian answered with a small smile. “I don’t screech.” I was offended, I never screeched. “It was a high octave.” “Shut up, I don’t like that you’re here.” “Listen, I need to do something, and actually feel like I’m accomplishing something, so I can go hunt somewhere else or we can work in twos like you told all your people they were supposed to.” “Them
My heart was in my stomach while I raced towards my house. I could feel her blood sticking to my body. I had to get ahold of Agora and see if there was a way for her to help. Most vampires would have already healed, but it seemed that Katya didn’t possess that healing power, or it was slower than usual. Maybe, she needed blood. I wonder when her last injections were. She couldn’t consume blood like a normal vampire, I knew that much, but, what if it was given to her. I slice across my chest with an elongated claw that shifted in my hand, blood started to pour out of the gaping wound, and I turn and press Katya’s mouth to it. “Come on Katya, drink it please,” I whisper to her, pressing her mouth to my wound. She stirred faintly but I still had to force her mouth open so blood could drain in. I entered my room and placed her gently on the bed with her still drinking from me. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, had I not been distracted by her bleeding profusely from
The rain pelts my head as I leave the orphanage. My father had taken one look at me and laughed. He would not accept a vampire child. They were an abomination. He was the Alpha of the Zion tribe, he had a mate. One night with a human woman meant nothing to him. My mother gone crazy from her less than acceptable daughter. I changed as most vampire children do. Normally, humans know nothing of the werewolf communities within their city streets, they wouldn’t believe that their safety that they hold on to so much means absolutely nothing in all reality. The parrying dagger flies past my face, as I turn to avoid it. My opponent shifts back to his wolf form. My arms are soaked with my blood and the forbidden’s blood. Forbidden had been coming into our city in droves as of late. Forbidden had been dispelled by any of the Alpha’s from the six packs; meaning that eventually they became rabbid, and lost control trying to come back and attack the thing they missed the most, their clans, th
The lights in the club strobed to the music. This little human rubbed herself against me on the dance floor oblivious to the fact that I could crush her in an instant. I could smell her want dripping out of her. Humans were too easy. I didn’t have anything against them, but I did prefer to not be around them. I found it amazingly odd that this was the only place within the city that was primarily for werewolves, humans, and vampires. It was quite odd. In my old community out west, we didn’t associate with vampires. We tested them and tried to find a solution for them, but according to the new pack I had just taken over, the vampires walk freely among us. While we don’t let them within our borders much they hold a primary purpose, and damn did they choose to congregate within this club. It was the biggest tower in the center of the city, with the bottom floor serving as a nightclub and bar. However, the second floor was mainly for vampires to come and go as they please, and the third f
Two Months. Two months had passed since I had first arrived here. We were constantly working at showing the pack that I wasn’t the horrible monster that unseated their previous Alpha. I was the nice guy. Derrick had really fucked the pack over. Most homes were underkept and withering away when I had shown up. The pack never really earned their own money which was atrocious to me, it dwindled pack money to almost nonexistent. I had never seen anything like this. Back home. No. Not home. Back West, we had a banking system like the humans although it wasn’t as costly, with no APRs, no good credit bad credit, and definitely no taxes. You paid for what you had, and you damn sure weren’t going to pay me. My old pack invested in human affairs. I came with money, but damn if I hadn’t gone through half of it taking the pack out of the debt to the other packs. It was amazing. My first encounter with the other packs was with Agora, she was quick to remind me that my pack owed her back. Ridiculo
“Your Alpha is a piece of work ain’t he?” I ask walking back down the hallway with the burly werewolf trying to follow behind me. “He’s a good man.” He answers. “For that girl's sake in there, I hope he’s a good lay.” I laugh, I walk out of the front door and down the steps and turn to look at the werewolf. “Oh, and the next time you go in the club saying you’re going to test a vampire, think again.” “I misspoke but I won’t be asked about shots.” He shivers “I hate those things.” He looks down. “You’re new so we will forgive it this time lurch,” I say smiling. “Markus. My name is Markus.” He looks offended. “Markus.” I nod, turning my Dyna on. I get back to my club, walking in the back door. Dillan and Tracy are arguing over something already. Didn’t they just both clock in? “Hey!” I whistle loudly to get their attention “What the fuck now?” I ask holding my arms out at my sides. “Dillan says I ordered too much Tequila.” Tracy whines. “Tracy stop whining. Dillan wh