Mag-log inMarcel was born a Vampyre but never felt at home in Blackledge Castle or his own body. His father Halen has created an army of feral vampires, the means by which he will gain power and deliver justice to the descendents of the High Priestess who made him the monster he is. The curse his father's barbaric past has brought down upon Marcel is one he sets out to rid himself of. The cullings and rampant bloodshed Halen thrives on are atrocities in Marcel’s eyes, and he knows if he does not leave, he will be dragged down with the clan when the Blackledge empire inevitably falls. This story follows Marcel as he learns to accept who and what he is through encounters with undying witches, dragons as old as the mountains in which they live and packs of warrior werewolves. Marcels eyes are opened to a world he never could have dreamed of from inside the tall walls of his former home. Marcel's journey is one of hardship, heartache, self discovery and wonder but it is not without its obstacles and hardships. When he finally finds a place he could call home he needs to make a choice, love or belonging. Can a Vampyre have it all? ***This book is part of my 'Twin Alphas' series. You do not need to have read the other stories as Marcel’s story is his own.
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受付の女性は、作業的な笑みを浮かべたまま淡々と告げた。 雪乃は慌ててノートを広げ、ペンを走らせる。 『これだけでも預かっていただけますか? 温かいスープです』 「恐れ入りますが、手作りの食品はお預かりできない決まりになっておりますので」 にべもなく断られ、雪乃は頭を下げるしかなかった。 重い保温バッグを抱え、トボトボとエントランスへ向かう。 傘立てから自分の水色の傘を取ろうとした雪乃は、足を止めた。 ――ない。 鍵のないオープン型の傘立ての中は、すっかり空っぽになっていた。誰かに間違えて持っていかれたのか、それとも勝手に使われたのか。 冷たい雨が降る外を眺め、雪乃はぽつんと立ち尽くした。 しかし――このまま突っ立っていても仕方がない。 雪乃は保温バッグを抱え直すと、意を決して雨の中へ足を踏み出した。 冷たい雨粒が容赦なく肩を、髪を叩く。数歩も歩かないうちに、コートの生地が重くなっていく。 通りに出てタクシーを探すが、この土砂降りのせいか、空車の姿はどこにも見当たらない。 ロビーで配車アプリを使えば良かった――そう思いながら、雪乃はびしょ濡れのまま、呆然と通りを見渡した。 その時、バッグから振動が伝わってきた。 ――柊也さんかもしれない。 僅かな期待に、雪乃は濡れた指を滑らせながら急いで携帯電話を取り出す。 画面に表示されていたのは、見覚えのない番号だった。 声の出せない自分に、電話をかけてくる人間などいない。 それなのに、なぜ――。 雨に打たれたまま、雪乃は画面を見つめた。 無言のまま、通話ボタンをタップした。 もしもし、とは言えない。声を出せない自分にできるのは、ただ耳を澄ますことだけだった。 一瞬の沈黙のあと、耳に飛び込んできたのは、男女が甘く囁き合う声だった。 『もう……柊也ったら。空港なのに、そんなに我慢できなかったの?』 柊也、という名前を聞いて、雪乃は携帯を握り締める手に力が入った。 でも、だったらどうして私にこんな電話がかかってくるのだろう? そして次の瞬間――雪乃は結婚してから一度も聞いたことのない、優しく甘い夫の声を耳にした。 『莉子……我慢なんて、できるわけないだろ』 莉子――聞き覚えがある名前だった。 柊也が一度だけ寝言で放った名前――……。 『君のことを、この五年間ずっと忘れられなかった』 その一言で、耳の奥から音という音が引いていった。 雨も、街の喧騒も、遠い。 激しい動悸に襲われ、握り締めていた携帯電話が小刻みに震えた。 声さえ出すことができれば、きっと叫んでいた。右手の中指は思うように動かず、声も出したいときに出せない。その二重の歯痒さに、雪乃は下唇を血が滲むほど噛み締めた。 雪乃は、消えてしまいそうな真実を、せめて証拠だけでも残そうと震える左手の指で録音ボタンを押した。 押し込んだ指先に、二人の吐息が、濡れたリップ音が、互いの名を呼び合う声が、途切れることなく流れ込んでくる。 五年間、柊也が抱けなかったのではない。 抱きたくなかったのだ。Imelda’s POVThe look on Marcel’s face said it all and more. He feels the bond and will not tolerate anyone messing with what’s his, not even her mother. I must admit I was unsure if he would embrace it, I never expected Evangeline to be the one to fight their gift though. The more I get to know her, the more she surprises me. I quite enjoy giving the wolves a poke every now and then, but pulling the vampyre’s strings and getting him worked up might not have been the best way to go about the next phase of my plan,Their bond was bestowed on them before the notion ever crossed their minds, but with them being who and what they are, their minds were never open to the idea that it could be possible. That is part of the reason I sent marcel to Clarence. I needed him to learn about their Goddess gift, the strength it gives the werewolves, their reason for fighting and loving fiercely. I hadn’t thought such a short stay with the pack would be so impactful. At least one battle has been remov
Marcel’s POVLeaving her with Imelda doesn’t sit right with me, I should be in there to give her comfort and protection. I know Imelda won’t hurt Evangeline, at least not in a physical sense. I’m more concerned about her heart and mind. My Eva tries to hide her softer side, she has been in survival mode since the day we met. Showing no weakness, that is what has kept her whole all these years. Deep down inside I know she cares, the things she has seen have changed her, hardened her exterior and taken away the innocence of youth. In her sleep she cries out for her mother which tears my heart in two, and all I can do us pull her closer and hope that my touch gives her some comfort. After all, it is my blood, my father and his monsters, who killed everyone she has ever loved.Eva will hold her own with Imelda. Of that I have no doubt. She will not show the cracks in her armour to anybody, she rarely lets her mask slip in front of me. It is what she carries inside that concerns me. She ke
Evangeline’s POV At the time I knew we would be heard and in the throes of passion I did not care. Now in the cold light of day I regret not making at least some effort to stifle my moans and pleading for the blessed mother to spare me from the sweet torture of Marcel and his mission to own every part of me, body and soul. The looks from the combined packs aren’t looks of disgust, the men in the pack live for their mates and vice versa, but I make a conscious effort not to walk bow legged as I make my way to the table we sat at last night. The Alphas, the Luna, Imelda, Constance and Matteau are already there and digging into breakfast. I sense Imelda’s approval as Marcel and I approach, hand in hand. Her face gives nothing away but there is a small part of me that is pleased she is content with our coupling. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to have to defend us to anyone but deep down I know it’s because she is my mother and her acceptance means more to me than i ever considered. La
Marcel’s POVThe whole time they talked about the threat coming for us and the death of Halen, all I could see inside my mind were the images of what could have happened to her, to my Eva.She is here now, in my arms, the heat of her flesh warms my own and her whimpering gasps as I explore her depths with my hand set my soul alight. She calls it her sacred place and it is a most appropriate name. I would spend forever on my knees, worshipping at her alter, and my life would be well spent.“Mar.. Marcel...” she stutters my name between gasps as my tongue tastes the salty glean on her skin. My knees sink into the loose sand and her fingers glide along my scalp as she takes hold of my hair in fisted fingers.She always does that. Tries to stop me as I lower my head to taste her, but her resolve soon dissolves and rather than trying to keep me at a safe distance she pulls me closer. Her hips rock steadily, her grip tightens on my hair and the fingers buried inside her. My tongue glides be
Marcel’s POV I stand in silent contemplation for a moment and consider my options. The answers to every question I have asked could be right behind this door and honestly, now that I’m potentially stood on the precipice of finding what I have been searching for, I’m terrified. If these people are d
Evangeline’s POV I didn’t get the chance to ask Marcel how he knew about our magic or what he meant about our parents until some time later. We did as instructed, and he walked us right past the gathering of blood drenched animals who were crouched and contorted on all fours, picking through piec
Evangeline’s POVIf you see the Blackledge Raiders, run!That is what we were taught when we were children and we were told the same thing every single day. If I wanted to go to the river to wash, my mother would stop me at the door and say, “Take a friend with you, and if you see the Blackledge Ra
Chapter OneMarcel’s POV “Open your eyes and watch, boy.” My father snarls through gritted teeth and spittle flies from his taught lips into my face. He roughly grabs the loosely tied pony tail at the back of my head and wrenches my head back, which forces me to look up and watch the carnage unfol






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