ROMANIA 1780 Weeks went by and an unholy relationship was born between the foreign prince and the vampire Countess. He treated her as she had always wanted. Mamuwalde made her feel human. What started out as an attraction borne from conflicting agendas resulted in love and one stolen night, Mamuwalde told his love to flee with him to Africa. Although flattered, Wilhelmina knew a happy ending was nothing but futility for them. Dracula was used to having his way and the Countess knew the moment her husband realized he had been received, he would come for them both. So she rejected Mamuwalde's offer of a happily ever after. But the foreigner, like many of his kind, was a fierce lover. He put a musket in his lover's small hands and instructed that she kill her husband when he was most susceptible. He was certain his plan was foolproof and perhaps it was but later that night, when Wilhelmina withdrew the musket to end her mons

JASON Pearl had a point. My distrust was tearing my already strained relationship with Olamide. As much as I didn't want that, I just couldn't be sure I could cause myself to be honest. It was funny to reflect on because Devin was the one who had much more baggage. His mate had seen him kill both her parents in the cruelest of ways. She hated him. Yet for some strange reason, Devin knew he could trust her completely. As I walked the house to find where Olamide was hiding, I questioned myself. Why couldn't I have faith in my mate? I heard things rustling around in the kitchen and went ahead to check. Olamide was reclined on a chair as she sipped water from a glass. Her eyes were fixated on the ring I had gifted her and sneaking into her mind, I could tell she was wondering what magic I had performed with the ring back at the graveyard. I observed her from a distance. She was beautiful because all I could think about from

DEVIN "It was a pleasure solidifying this holy alliance with you Alpha Devin. We are certain Luna Valentine will be owning up to her responsibility of being your mate and the almighty luna of the Crow." An elder spokesperson from across the table began, sending a smile coated in nothing but pretense at Valentine. I saw her cringe and it made me angry to know that these were the people she was willing to sacrifice her supposed happiness and freedom for despite her overwhelming hate for me. I personally wanted to see those conniving old farts burn. "You shouldn't be thanking me," I glared back. "You should be appreciating your Luna, however. Without her martyrdom, you all might as well be good as dead." The elders sent disapproving glare back at me. With their bare minimum effort to mask the fact that they were more than willing to sell off their own and knowing I could see right through their facade, the

40 YEARS AGOThe circles of salt spread across the manor of the Blossom household made little David terrified as he clutched his elder sister's hand tighter. Candice on the other hand, held onto a jagged dagger whilst protecting her little brother from the recent horror her father just unleashed on the world. One that had promised his father he would devour every soul in the house if it wasn't set free to wreak havoc on the world. As they tiptoed room to room trying to get to the demon before it crept up on them, David felt the room grow progressively cold. It was their late mother's room. The windows were open and the gentle night breeze blew at the curtains with the grace of a dandelion in the wind. Candice pushed her brother behind her instinctively. Their mother's room had been strictly off-limits and considering only herself, her brother and her father who was currently marauding the house under a cloaking spell lived there. It was smart to assume that the demon was hidi

David's face burned tomato red as Satake shifted to the side. Hesitant, David turned in his direction and noticed his eyes were closed. He wasn't sleeping. At least not deep enough to be considered a slumber. Satake's eyes opened again. His attention flew to the book nestled on David's bosom. "What is that?" He asked. "A book about relics," David replied, sitting up and placing the book on his laps to hide his bulge. Satake did the same. "Why are you researching about them?" David raised an eyebrow. "Don't you want to know your own origins?" Satake threw his head back in exhaustion and part frustration. "I am not so sure. I have built a life for myself as a part of the Crow family. With this new awakening, I am beginning to question everything. My life. My identity. I know if I keep on digging, I will eventually lose them both. So who will I be when I don't have those two things? Who is Satake Crow? " "Satake Crow is who you have always be