Masuk((It's my birthday. Yayyyyyyy! I apologize for my recent inconsistent update, school has resumed and I haven't come up with a schedule to quite balance it yet, but soon enough, I'll find one and stick with it. Thank you for all your support.))
The taste of Ka'ik's blood was a mix of forbidden pleasure.The second Delice was able to snap out of the temptation, she pulled away, her lips completely smeared with the evidence of her mistake. Ka'ik's red eyes were dazed and he slumped to the floor as soon as she stopped rendering him her support. She sprinted out of the bar room and when she heard him call her name like a faint whisper carried to her by the dry, suffocating air of a graveyard, she didn't look back.An ache drummed in her head, and the speed at which she ran to her room didn't help. Different images flashed in her mind, voices that she was sure didn't reside, and a song, -no different voices singing along to some loud music, different heartbeats colliding, the smell of strong lust in the air, the rushing of blood through different veins and arteries and the taste- that taste. She could almost remember it. In fact, it felt like she was tasting it right now, but she couldn't be certain; T
While they spent time together once again, a displeased soul watched from the dark.For Akeem, his ability to remain unnoticed for as long as he wished and to wield the dark to his will, was starting to feel like a double-edged sword.It pierced his heart to watch his High Pillar with another, sharing moments that he had begged for but never received.His own Sire.Enough!He had seen enough to shatter his heart, therefore, he disappeared to deliver the extract he had in his fist to the Queen.Even as he left, their whispers from the bar room followed him and haunted him. Her laughter floated to his ears, through the hallway as he departed.If only she would ever laugh with him that way -at the things he said, if only she would ever allow his embrace without rebuking him and telling him that his feelings weren't what he believed them to be.If only she acted with him, like she was
George had found the bar, although he wasn't a type to love alcohol, this time around it had brought him some comfort.A vampire had stepped into the bar a while later and anger rose in him, his skin prickled with hatred and he sent her a glare despite knowing that she was his daughter's saviour.Lady Delice flinched slightly at his glare but she didn't take any offense. It was him again and not his wolf.With his wolf, she shared an understanding, which was strange but that was how things were.How ironic.Wasn't it his beast that was supposed to hate the vampires even more?"Thank up for saving my daughter's life." He said, raising a bottle of alcohol to his lips. That brand of alcohol would make him drunk sooner than he was prepared for. "Last night was a mistake. It will not happen again."Lady Delice smiled and nodded.She had expected that he would say that. The fact that la
It was certainly not Zezi because she had never been pregnant and never gave birth to any child. (In fact, she had a hidden belief that it was something that she might just be incapable of doing).Who was Mira's mother? Had the placement of her at the border of the Capital been intentional? Also, Mira had been found as a baby while George was in the pack, married to Zezi, about six years ago. A year prior that, George had not stepped out of the Capital.So how did this happen?The mother had some explaining to do.That led to the main question once again.Who was Mira's mother?George couldn't stop looking at his daughter and sighing.It was just simply impossible.There was no way he had come together with a vampire, a monster he hated with everything, and had a child with her.Just the thought repulsed him; Yet, it had happened.His Mira was an evidence of it.He loved her too much to hate her just because of what she was but he hated himself for participating in the betrayal he had
Delice had gone to visit her little Medallion that night and while she wept by his grave under the pouring rain, she had not expected anyone to come close to her, with a coat to shield her from the downpour.His hidden scent was the thing she noticed first and she had first thought it was Akeem, but the pair of red eyes she saw made her confirm otherwise.Wasn't this Mira's father?What was he doing here, she wondered then she asked to get an answer.He seemed different though, unlike the one that had been irritated with her touch and swore profanities at her face for being a monster, yesterday when she had rescued him from fighting himself.This one seemed gentle, and had no violence behind his red eyes.This one was his wolf."I followed you." He had answered, crouching next to her. "I hitched myself to your carriage. I wanted to get away."That, she understood. The need to escape."Do you not hate vampires any more? What are you doing in my company?""I hate those Bloodsuckers." Th
There had been no attack happening in Mira's room. However, something strange had happened.Lady Delice had seen Mira's father, George, clawing himself and saying defaming words to himself.He was blaming himself for something and it didn't take Lady Delice any difficulty to understand that he and his beast were probably not in agreement on a very serious matter.She had never witnessed something like that before even when she used to be part of a pack.It was very strange. However, she was able to restrain him and for that spilt moment when she had him pinned to the wall, something had flashed in her mind, something that reminded her of this mask she had in her hands right now.It was a brown mask, with deep green floral designs around it.Right after she had ensured that he was in control of himself and she had ensured that Mira was alright, Lady Delice had left the room quite unstable. She had ran into her room and turned her boxes upside down to find this mask.It didn't make sen
"Goodnight, Oli Baby." Laura said, locking the door to her room as she slipped into the darkness that was a little by the lit furnace at the fireplace. "I want to lay with you tonight," Oliver said, his hand on the door while he looked up at Laura, ensuring that the door wouldn't come close just yet
Pleasure was the feeling of the mate bond. The good entirety of it. The sparks that flew at its friction, the tingles that consumed whoseover it possessed fully, the need for another till the point that it was absolutely wreaking not to pursue.The mate bond was filled with quest of boundless pleasur
Never in her life, had Zezi feared the coming of the night, not once since she could remember, had she so much wished that the moon would never come up in the dark sky, never had she dreaded that white glowing, majestic ball of the night, as she did tonight."Milady." Gwen's voice called to her, as s
Trigger warning - The word "blood" comes up a lot in this chapter.___It was a bloody mess.Blood on the floor, blood on the walls, blood on their bodies. Just splashes here and there, not a enough to form pool of whatever size, yet it was no exaggeration that they had gone at each other crazily.Laura







