BLADE’S POV:
In a blink, Natalie bolted right from underneath me, quickly reaching out to shield herself under the sheets. But nothing could possibly hide either her or myself from my mother’s wrath.
Same as Natalie, I reached out to the sheets to cover up my huge erection that still ached to be back into my maid’s tight cunt, drilling away her sanity with each thrust.
But irritation surged into me when I saw the disapproving glare on my mum’s face and realized that that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.
I knew exactly what was coming next.
“It’s barely 8am, Blade, and the first thing you do is bed your personal maid?” Her beautiful face, glowing with radiance beyond her age, was twisted into an angry scowl.
She had raven black hair that was always tied into a neat bun and fierce blue eyes, which was evidence to the fact that she wasn’t an easy woman to crack. Her reign as former Luna of our pack was one that spoke of true power.
However, it wouldn’t be the first time - nor the last - that she’d be walking in on me having sex with Natalie. I’d never understand why she always made it such a big deal. I was the Alpha and I could do whatever the hell I wanted.
I rolled my eyes, moving closer to my pants and pulling them on. “Bed is a weird word, mum. People say fuck.”
“That is not the point!” She snapped. “When does this end? You’re the Alpha of our pack and it might shock you to know that you’re not getting any younger. This pattern of having a new woman in your bed every morning-”
“-is not healthy and would only hurt my wolf.” I completed for her. “I know, I’ve heard that one before. Can we just skip to the part where I apologize?”
“Blade!” Her glare doubled and lurking within the depths of her eyes was a flicker of disappointment. More than I wanted to admit, it pierced at me. “You’re not taking this seriously enough. You don’t take anything seriously.”
I sighed, leaning back on the pillar of my bed’s king sized canopy. My room was massive and as fit for the Alpha, it was decorated with exquisite furniture and designs.
And although the large intricately designed fabric of the curtains were still drawn close, my elaborate chandelier illuminated the whole place, casting a golden twinkling glow over the room.
“Mum… It’s just sex, and I’m a man with needs. Needs that Natalie, god bless your beautiful ass, is able to satisfy.” I sent my personal maid a quick wink, while she ducked further into the sheets, like she wanted nothing more than be invisible in that moment.
My actions directed my mum’s hard gaze to Natalie and she scowled even more. From the moment I’d picked the girl as my personal maid, I knew mum never liked her.
Not one bit.
But then, mum had never been one to like any of the girls I loved to fuck.
My mother squared her shoulders and looked back at me with a cold resolve forming in her eyes.
“Fine then. If you love Natalie so much and everything she has to offer, why not mark her as your mate?”
That stilled me.
“What?” I spat out.
My mum met my gaze coldly and I knew in that moment that she wasn’t joking. That stirred my wolf, who was immediately repulsed by the idea of marking someone who wasn’t mine.
“You heard me quite clearly, Blade. As it is, you’re an Alpha without a mate - a king without his queen is a laughable one. In a few months, you’d be turning 102 years, son, and you of all people knows exactly what that means for you if you don’t have a mate by then.”
I’d be dethroned.
According to our pack’s traditions, an Alpha without his mate by the age of 102 years is a cursed one. It was seen as a sign given by the moon goddess that he was an abomination - an omen waiting to happen.
I was not an omen.
My spine straightened and for the first time since this conversation began, my jaws clenched bitterly.
“I will not be marking Natalie as my mate, customs and traditions be damned.” I growled.
This time, my mum was the one who threw her hard back in a fit of mocking laughter, momentarily shocking me. Nothing about any of this was funny.
“Oh, really? And why is that? What happened to her ‘beautiful ass’ as you’d called it? This is not a decision for you to make. You either stop sleeping around with every maid in this pack and find your mate, or you’d be marking Natalie by the end of this week.”
My heart dropped two feet beneath me and I clenched my fists. “What? You can’t make me do that.”
“My decision is final.” She left no room for argument as she cast a final glance Natalie’s way and went out the same way she’d come in.
Within me, my wolf itched and stirred furiously, easily matching my own fury. What the hell? Natalie was a good fuck, but she wasn’t my mate. Being made to mark another as your mate was the real abomination as long as I was concerned.
And how the fuck was I supposed to find my mate in a week?
Natalie finally came out of her hiding, gently moving over to me with a smile lighting up her features. Her fingers trailed up my arm and she attempted to give me a hug from behind.
“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to have me as-”
I flung her away, feeling a crawling sensation from the spot she just had her fingers on. She landed with a thud on the bed, surprise flickering through her features.
“Get out of here.” I growled.
“But, Alpha…”
“Get out!”
In fear, Natalie picked up her clothes and scurried away, not even bothering to wear them before rushing into the hallway.
My rage pent up by the second and my wolf scratched at my surface, aching painfully to be released. This whole dilemma with my mum frustrated me more than it should. Maybe because deep down I feared that I wouldn’t be able to find my mate.
Believe me, I’ve searched. But for years, I couldn’t find the one woman who belonged to me. A part of me had already given up on the thought of mates and that was why I began sleeping around. Who needed a mate anyway when I could fuck any she-wolf I wanted?
Moments after then, I found myself jumping down through my window, onto the plush grass that surrounded my home and racing into the woods with an agility and speed that rivaled many. Vikril, my wolf, needed to be set free.
In seconds of finding myself in the vast woodlands filled with large canopy trees and plants, I crouched to the ground and let my body break and my bones crack as I shifted into my immensely powerful and strong black wolf, Vikril.
He was twice the size of many wolves and stood tall enough to make an average heightened horse cower in fear. I howled fearlessly into the air and at the sound of my thunderous voice, birds took to flight and smaller creatures in the woods went into hiding.
The tremendous power of being Alpha would never get old.
With that, I took off into the forest, heading straight to my favourite part of the woods. Flowers and boulders and trees passed by me in a blur, and my mind craved the peace of mind that came with being one with the wind.
However, as I approached my destination, I picked up a new scent, one that I’d never perceived before from this territory. It was strong and held a certain allure that had Vikril almost spinning out of control. I was curious.
This new scent was followed by the voice of an angel, singing seductively into the morning air. Her rhythm was one that pulled at my heart’s strings and called out to a part of me I couldn’t quite place.
I needed to know who that was.
I followed the sound and transformed back to my human form, against my wolf’s whining. Stashed away by me were some clothes I’d placed for myself each time I’d go for a run, and I wasted not a second more in wearing them.
Cautiously walking closer, I saw a girl seated on a rock, lost in a world of her own as she sang her heart out into each perfect symphony.
The music felt like a piece that my heart knew too well, a song that filled even the emptiest of places within me and I could swear by the goddess that in that second, this sweet siren had me captivated under her spell.
EVANORA’S POV:‘I’m a vampire, Evanora, and you’re one too.’Even hours after King Demetrius had said those words to me, nothing still made sense. How could it? When just 24 hours ago, my biggest problem were the impatient customers who waited in line at the coffee shop I worked in.But now, in just a space of hours, everything had changed.I’d been forced to see things different, to be introduced into the supernatural world ruled by vampires and werewolves, to come face-to-face with the fact that King Demetrius Giovanni was my father.The vampire king too.You know, mother hated to talk about him. No matter how much I bugged her on who my dad was, she’d always say that it was best I didn’t know. Now, I wonder if she knew…about him being a vampire. Maybe about me being one too. I crawled deeper under the bed’s duvet, numb and wanting nothing more than to disappear and go back to a time in my life when everything made sense. When my mum was still here with me. King Demetrius had ask
BLADE’S POV:Her hands fit perfectly in mine, and as we advanced into my pack territory, slowly approaching the Alpha bloodline’s manor, she clung closely to my side, enticing me with her addictive scent.Evanora; my human mate.Everything about her called out to me in ways no woman ever could. Her petite frame, blessed with slender curves that were subtly driving me insane. Her sweet heart-shaped face which accentuated the vibrancy of her alluring gray eyes. From the second I’d spotted her singing all alone in the woods, I knew she was mine. And maybe minutes before that moment, I’d always underestimated the extent of the mate bond - the hunger to have their skin against yours, to drown in their scent and a wild desire to protect them by all means possible.All these I’d instantly felt for the fragile woman beside me. My wolf was burning with a stirring need to claim her as ours, but she was human - a clueless one who’d most likely run away if I pushed too far.I needed to take my t
EVANORA’S POV:Blade.That was his name, and it was an ironic thing that even with the chaos unfolding right infront of me, a part of me stayed fixated on that. Somehow, it seemed fitting that that was his name. Afterall, the man seemed to be sharp-edged, reeking of danger and wicked intentions.Even at the moment, with his teeth bared at his mother and claws digging into the table where he clung so painfully to, as if it held the strings of restraints that stopped him from diving over and ripping into her.His own mother. And for what? Because of me?All this because of my presence?I sunk further into my skin, willing myself to disappear while my heart raced in fear. Not just because of Blade’s anger that rolled down his back in turbulent waves, but mostly because of the murderous glance his mother kept cutting my way.She looked at me like I was dirt, a pest. Something to be hated and squashed to the ground with no remorse.That scared me. “Are you even hearing yourself? You soun
EVANORA’S POV:I couldn’t sleep, mostly concerned about someone clawing out my heart and feeding my corpse to vultures. Yes, those words had stuck. Restlessly, I turned in my bed, which further ruffled up my already scattered sheets. Tossing around had been all I’d done since the maid had given me this room for the night.I couldn’t get my mind to stay fixed on one thing. On one hand, I was still going crazy over the fact that I was supposedly a vampire. A creature of blood and nightmares. I still had so many questions concerning this nature. Why had I never felt like one? Would I have to drink blood now? Was the sun going to burn me up to ashes? Would I…live forever?I assumed that King Darius would be looking furiously for me, afterall I’d left the Grimaldi castle without his permission. I just couldn’t imagine how pissed he might be. Well, there were bigger problems at the moment besides him. With Blade Sparrow being on the top of that list.My heart skipped a soft beat like it
EVANORA’S POV: Damn, he was a good kisser. In that sweet moment, with Blade holding dearly onto me and our breaths mixed in par, we were locked in a tango of our own. His lips moved deliciously against mine, drowning me in a sea of heated desire.Blade kissed me like his life hung on getting a taste. He pulled me in and I leaned further, not helping the moans that escaped my lips. His warm hands grazed down my body and in a blink, he lifted me off the ground, dropping me on the counter top.I was intoxicated by everything about him. Right then and there in that kitchen, I was addicted to his minty tongue that danced against my lips, nibbling, biting and sucking away every bit of my sanity. Heat pulsed through my body, my skin was on fire and my arousal pooled in my panties.I moaned into his lips and that seemed to drive him further. He drew me closer to himself, grunting hungrily like a starved beast, and trailed his hands up my thighs, sending thrills of dangerous shivers up my sk
EVANORA'S POVTrue to his words, King Darius ensured that I was locked in my room. His annoying guards were placed outside my door and it seemed they’d even reinforced the security to make it impossible to even think about sneaking out. It was right to say that I was livid. Beyond pissed off. Cause how dare he? How dare a man, who was in no way qualified to be my father, come from nowhere and cripple my life?He had absolutely no right to keep me locked! He was being unfair! Has he even stopped to think that maybe this isn’t what I wanted? I didn’t ask to be a stupid goddamn princess of fangs land. I just wanted to be Evanora; the coffee maker from an average - very content - life.Goodness, even the thought of staying back at Blade’s wolf-infested mansion seemed even more appetizing than my current predicament.At the thought of him, my heart fluttered and memories of the night I’d spent filtered into my mind. The way he’d gripped my thighs, fondled my breasts, and the taste of his
BLADE’S POVMy fist penetrated the concrete surface of the large rock lying innocently in the clearing of the woods. Regardless of the pain that shot up my arms at the impact or bloody bruises that immediately tore up my skin, I kept at it.I furiously punched the rock, smashed and smashed with every angry and tense bone in my body, yet it did nothing to take away the void she’d left behind. It’s been a week!A whole fucking week, and Eva never showed up.I was caught up between sinking into the horrific possibilities of what might have gone wrong, or wondering if she’d just taken the easy way out. Was she that frightened by what I was? Did she hate the fact that I was a werewolf? Was she harmed? Lost? Dead?With the last blow, I completely shattered the large rock, reducing it into fragments of sand and smaller pieces. My blood boiled hot, my wolf was restless and everything about me was on the edge. Ever since the morning she’d left, I hadn’t been myself. At first, I was eager to
EVANORA’S POV “Even if I’m a vampire?” The question left my lips before I could stop them. At my words, Blade’s eyes subtly darkened and his brows narrowed lightly in confusion. I desperately tried to search them for something, anything at all that conveyed hate or malice. However, Blade only rolled his eyes, void of emotions, and gave out a deep genuine laugh. “Well, that’s going to be a deal breaker. Cause then, I’d have to drive a stake through your heart, love.” He whispered it and although those words caused a cold shiver down my spine, it didn’t take away the sultry appeal they had. Did he mean that? I sniffed, clearing the last of the tears that had been choked up within me. “You…hate them that much?” Blade rose a brow. “Why do you care?” I shrugged halfheartedly, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible. “I don’t. But ever since Count Dracula attacked me, my interest in the supernatural world has just gone up a notch.” Blade seemed to muse on my words, then he sen