Mysterious Mate

XenraThis is insane! How can this be happening to me? I begged her to let me be reborn to take my revenge. Shouldn't she have gotten the hint that I wanted to be reborn as a vampire Queen, not whatever the hell this was?Apparently, the woman thought this was funny. She made a cruel joke out of my situation!Releasing a sigh, I accepted my fate based on compulsion. I asked for a second chance at life and I got one. The best thing to do was utilize it.Returning my gaze to the mirror, a set of scarlet orbs stared back at me. Although strange, it was somehow relieving she let me retain my terrifying eye colour. It would traumatize me if I wind up with those random blue eyes. Squishing the chubby cheeks for mental approval, a grin broke out of my face. It felt so warm. So alive. I touched my chest and just as I suspected, I heard the gentle beats of the human heart. Unlike my cold, silent, heart.“What can I say? Thank you, Moon Goddess,” I winked charmingly, secretly hoping my goo

XenraIt seemed like the effect of the drug was fading so I was awfully aware of everything going on around me. In detail this time. Asher's once shimmering grey eyes were ice cold now, sweeping through each slaver with an intensity that made them shiver. It seemed most of them recognized him. This ruthless werewolf leader made even the mighty crumble before him. Whether it was the powerful aura he exuded or the strength built in those muscles, whichever it was it compelled a submission that required more than willpower to resist.Considering how many times he had me begging, squirming in his bed.I couldn't help but wonder if he still hated me now. Our relationship didn't exactly end on good terms. Did he still think of me?The slavers began to slowly retreat in panic. They knew what this man was capable of and how many packs he reduced to dust. “We don't mean trouble, Alpha. We are only chasing a runaway slave,” as if to back their claim, they raised my hand to reveal that slave

Xenra "You want to kill yourself with that bag of nonsense?" Asher's low growl shattered the momentary silence that had accompanied the thick darkness surrounding us. Huh! Did he just call me a bag of nonsense? I was still trying to process Asher's words when I felt the arms of my saviour give way. My eyes bulged, and before I could get myself to say no or tug onto his arms, my body met the ground with a loud thud, sending dust flying in the air like a heavy bag would. My eyes screwed shut, and I coughed, choking from the smell of dust that flew into my mouth and nostrils from that collision. A loud throaty chuckle covered my coughing sound; they all seemed entertained. The sound of which made my blood boil. 'This is the height of it; I can't take it anymore. How dare they do this to me, a vampire queen?!' My fists balled, and my eyes flew open as I tried to spring myself up like I had always done, but I could only move my clenched fists and tight muscles. 'Damn! Curse this sac

Asher "Asher," Akira's voice echoed in the hallway that morning, halting me in my tracks. As ever, she was bubbling like the morning sun. A sense of calm washed over me as her heels tapped the marble floor beneath her in a quick, fast pace. Although I had a pile of duties to attend to that morning in my office, nothing could ever come before my sister, who was the only family I had left. I turned towards her to find her face broadened with a smile, her golden hair ruffled from her night sleep. As carefree as ever. She seemed to have just awoken from a long, peaceful night's sleep. The warmth she exuded was contagious and made my lips spread into a light smile. "I heard you came home with some slaves last night," she said, her words ringing with cheerful excitement as she fixed her pair of grey eyes on me, causing me to nod my head in response. At my response, her hands flew to her jaw; she seemed to be contemplating it. "Really." She paused for a fleeting seconds, and then she

Xenra"Take this," The rench keeper threw a bucket my way, which I instinctively caught—a habit I was used to.Before my betrayal, I had grown accustomed to the habit of catching whatever was thrown my way. Although it was a game I had always played with Lenhandro. Like they say, 'old habit dies hard,' even that chubby body couldn't stop my old habit.Luckily for me, this time around there weren't any dung or splashes on my face; otherwise, I probably would have learnt how to stick my hands by my side the next time and skilfully avoid it."Go to the barn and clear their dung," he ordered, his words dripping mercilessly.Did he think it was a delight to be a dung remover? As much as I wanted to tell him to go do it himself if he thought it easy, I had to nibble on my lip to stop myself from speaking back at him and mentally tell him to go off.He had threatened to cut off my lunch the next time I challenged him like I did the previous night, and ever since I perceived the sumptuous aro