MasukMarcel 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.
Lihat lebih banyakLuna menatap pantulan dirinya di cermin. Wajah dan tubuhnya penuh dengan luka lebam. Bahkan sudut bibirnya masih ada darah, meninggalkan garis perih yang menusuk setiap kali ia mencoba mengatupkan mulut. Tubuhnya selalu dijadikan pelampiasan kemarahan sang suami.
Setiap kali pria itu marah entah karena urusan bisnis, masalah pribadi, atau sekadar suasana hati yang buruk, tubuh Luna selalu menjadi sasaran. Baginya, Luna hanyalah wadah untuk menampung segala amarah dan frustrasi. Segala sesuatu tentang Luna selalu tampak buruk di mata Arkana, suaminya. Menikahi pria yang ia kenal sejak kecil, pria yang dulu ia sebut sebagai sahabat kecil, ternyata tidak menjamin kebahagiaan. Luna pernah percaya ia benar-benar mengenal pria itu, percaya bahwa pernikahan yang dijalani akan menjadi pelabuhan setelah badai panjang hidupnya bersama ibu tiri yang jahat. Namun kenyataannya tak seperti yang ia bayangkan. Arkana bukan pelabuhan terakhirnya, melainkan badai baru yang menghantam hidup Luna lebih dahsyat. Pria yang ia pacari selama lima tahun itu ternyata memiliki sisi kelam yang lebih tajam dari sembilu, lebih bengis dari ibu tiri yang ia benci. Belum lagi sang mertua yang seakan terlahir untuk merendahkan harga diri Luna hampir setiap melihatnya. Setiap kata dari bibir sang ibu mertua adalah jarum tajam, menusuk ke dalam jiwa Luna, menyebutnya sebagai perempuan mandul, beban, dan aib keluarga. Dan kini, masalah baru datang lagi. Bisnis Arkana yang bergerak di bidang tempat hiburan malam tengah di ujung kebangkrutan. Satu minggu terakhir, kabar buruk itu menjadi nyanyian yang memekakkan telinga. Orang kepercayaan Arkana kabur, membawa hampir semua uang perusahaan. Dan seperti biasa, pelampiasan kemarahan itu berakhir di tubuh Luna. Tanpa perasaan pria itu menjambak rambut Luna, mencengkeram, menampar, dan menginjak tubuh ringkih istrinya tanpa ampun. Tak ada belas kasihan sedikitpun. Tak pernah ada kata maaf yang terucap dari mulut pria itu karena sudah menyakiti istrinya lahir dan batin. “Lunaaaaaa!” Teriakan dari luar kamar membuyarkan lamunan Luna. Suaranya keras, nyaring, dan penuh perintah bagaikan cambuk yang memaksa Luna mengabaikan nyeri di sekujur tubuhnya. Ia menyeret langkah kakinya, memaksa kakinya untuk taat meski terasa berat seperti dipasangi beban besi. Luna mendekat, Arkana duduk di meja makan dengan tatapan yang dingin seperti baja. Di sebelahnya, Ibu Yuli menyeringai tipis, sorot matanya penuh penghakiman. “Iya, Mas… ada apa?” suara Luna lirih, nyaris tak terdengar. Tenaganya sudah habis, terkuras satu jam lalu saat tubuhnya menjadi samsak hidup bagi amarah suaminya ketika Luna menolak perintah pria itu. “Pokoknya aku nggak mau tahu. Kamu harus berhasil mendapat pinjaman itu dari Devan. Jadilah wanita yang berguna di rumah ini, bukan malah jadi beban keluarga terus-terusan,” ucap Arkana, datar namun jelas kalau dia tidak mau ada penolakan dari istrinya. Tak ada setitik pun penyesalan di matanya. Luka-luka di tubuh Luna bukan beban baginya, itu hanya noda yang tak layak mendapatkan perhatiannya. “Tapi, Mas—” ucapan Luna terpotong. “Dulu Papanya Arkana membiayai pengobatan ayahmu di rumah sakit. Bahkan kami menghabiskan miliaran rupiah untuk mendiang ayahmu. Sekarang sudah saatnya kamu membantu mengatasi masalah yang dialami suamimu. Kamu hanya disuruh meminjam pada tetangga kita yang kaya raya itu. Kalau usaha Arka sudah kembali seperti dulu, uang itu pasti akan dikembalikan utuh, bahkan lebih. Hanya pinjam, Luna,” sambar Ibu Yuli. Bukannya kasihan pada Luna, dia justru semakin memperkeruh keadaan. “Bu… uang dua miliar itu bukan uang yang sedikit. Mana mungkin Pak Devan mau percaya meminjamkan pada Luna? Harusnya Mas Arka yang meminjam, Bu,” jawab Luna, matanya mulai berkaca-kaca. “Lunaaaa!” bentak Arkana, suaranya menggelegar seperti petir di siang bolong. Dia paling benci mendapat penolakan dari istrinya. “Bisa nggak sih sekali saja kamu nurut pada suamimu ini, huh? Aku bilang kamu yang pinjam sama Devan!” Bentakan itu membuat dada Luna sesak seperti diremas tangan tak kasat mata, seolah ia hanyalah noda yang bisa dihapus kapan saja. Ia tahu tak ada ruang untuk membantah. Menentang Arkana berarti mengundang lebih banyak pukulan lagi di tubuhnya. Dengan napas yang berat, ia akhirnya mengangguk. Dia segera bersiap menuju ke kantor milik tetangganya. Luna pun menuju kantor Wijaya Group. Tepat pukul 09.00 pagi, Luna sudah tiba di kantor Wijaya Group milik Devan Wijaya. Setelah menunggu selama 30 menit, akhirnya Devan mau menemui Luna. Sekarang, Luna sedang duduk di depan meja kerja sang tetangga. “Mau pinjam uang berapa?” tanya Devan datar setelah tahu maksud kedatangan tetangganya ini. Devan pikir Luna akan meminta lowongan kerja, tapi ternyata dugaannya salah. “Du–dua miliar, Pak Devan,” jawab Luna terbata. “Dua miliar?” pekik Devan terkejut alisnya menukik tajam. “Sa–saya akan melakukan apa pun agar Bapak mau meminjamkan uang untuk suami saya.” kalimat itu terdengar sedikit memaksa. Devan berdecak, lalu dia kembali bertanya, “Uang 2 miliar itu sangat besar, Luna. Mau bayar pakai apa?” Luna terdiam. Dia menghapus jejak air matanya dengan punggung tangan. “Saya tidak berani meminjamkan suamimu uang sebesar itu,” ucap Devan. “Tolong saya, Pak Devan…” ujar Luna memohon. “Saya janji akan melakukan apapun agar Bapak mau meminjamkan uang pada saya,” sambung Luna. Matanya sudah basah. Hening beberapa saat. Namun mata Devan terus menatap ke arah tetangganya ini. Devan ingat kalau dulu ayahnya Arka pernah membantu perusahaan keluarga Devan. Sayangnya bukan Arka yang datang menemuinya. “Oke, tapi ada dua syarat yang harus kamu penuhi,” kata Devan setelah beberapa saat terdiam. Mendengar ucapan Devan, Luna mendongak menatap pria itu. “Ka–katakan, Pak… apa syaratnya?” Devan menatap Luna dingin. “Yang pertama, kamu harus menjadi sekretaris pribadi saya dan mematuhi semua aturan yang saya buat,” ucap Devan. “Sa–saya mau, Pak!” sambarnya cepat. Kalau hanya untuk menjadi sekretaris, dia siap bekerja sampai sang suami mengembalikan uang tetangganya ini. “Syarat kedua apa, Pak?” tanya Luna penasaran. “Tidur denganku… sampai hutang itu lunas.” Mata Luna melebar penuh, tak percaya dengan apa yang baru saja ia dengar.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 TwoConstance’s POV With the raiding party away, a rare calmness has come over the castle. I often find myself eagerly awaiting their departure so I can let down my guard and just be. This place is the only home I have ever known. I grew up within these walls and every room, every portrai












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