All Chapters of The Vampire King's Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. I Know

IVORY POVThe sun was trying its best to melt the stadium into a puddle of turf and sweat. I was perched on the top bleacher, legs crossed, looking like the picture of school spirit while I adjusted my binoculars. Honestly, the binoculars were a total lie....I was just using them to hide the fact that I was shamelessly grading the visiting team.Today, we were playing against Kings All-Boys Academy. And let’s just say their name wasn't an exaggeration, they were built like they’d been grown in a lab specifically to crush things."Okay, so when I said they were hefty... I meant hefty," Alicia blurted out, her jaw practically unhinged as the Kings defensive line jogged onto the field.Beside her, Zeke was having a full blown crisis. Every time one of those Kings giants did a shirtless warm up flex, Alicia’s head whipped around like she was watching a glitch in the Matrix. Zeke had to grab her chin and physically pull her face back toward him about six times in five minutes."Alicia, fo

32. Park Theme Date

IVORY POVThe silence of my bedroom was finally a good kind of silence.No more frantic page turning and reading like my life depended on it, no more scratching of pens against practice exams, and definitely no more looking over my shoulder for the next scandal.We had passed. Not just passed.... it's safe to say that we had crushed it. I was officially a high school graduate and the world didn't feel like a cage anymore. I have called Gav and told him about it and he was so happy to hear that. He couldn't wait for me to come back to the diner since he has a whole lot of things to tell me.Alicia was currently sprawled across my bed, her legs kicked up against the headboard, scrolling through her phone like it was her full time job. Judging by the way she is currently texting.... She probably is talking to Zeke right now.We were supposed to be having a "girls' night," which usually involved face masks and gossip, but Alicia had that look in her eye. The one that meant she was plottin

33. Ivory, Get Inside Now!

Ivory POV The night ended at the very top of the Ferris wheel. Zeke and Alicia were in the car below us, probably arguing over a corn dog, but up here, it was silent. The entire park was laid out beneath us like a map of light.Daniel shifted, sitting closer until our thighs were pressed together. He didn't say anything for a long time; he just looked out at the horizon."Daniel, I have a question?" I blurted out all of a sudden."Your wish is my request kitten," he said and I rolled my eyes at him for calling me that. I might have felt some tingles in my belly when he said that."I have to know," I said, the quiet of the night emboldening me. "Why did you do it? Back at the beginning. Why the hell were you so mean to me?"Daniel went still. He didn't look away, but the intensity in his gaze shifted. He ran a hand through his raven black hair, looking out at the dark expanse of the ocean."Because you wouldn't look at me, Ivory," he admitted, his voice a low, jagged rumble"Every gir

34. GO NOW

IVORY POV"Never mind, Mom. It is probably just some kid wearing those creepy glowing contacts to scare people," I said, trying to laugh it off. My heart was still hammering against my ribs, but I desperately wanted it to be a prank."No, it is not, Ivory. Just get inside like I said," she snapped. Her voice didn't sound like her own....it was deeper, more jagged, like a warning growl."But Mom!""Get inside! And in no condition should you come out tonight. I am going to survey the area.""But Mom, that is dangerous! Shouldn't we just call the police instead?" I stepped toward her, reaching for her arm, but I froze."Just get inside!" she barked and then continued. "You are not allowed to come out of the house on any condition. GO NOW!"In the pale moonlight, I could have sworn her eyes flickered, the color shifting into something wild and golden for a split second. She wasn't just looking at the woods; she was sniffing the air, her nostrils flaring as if she were tracking a scent. I

35. Gravels Street

IVORY POVDaniel and I had been inseparable, even if it was only through a screen. We texted every single day, and our video calls would stretch for hours until my phone got hot against my ear. He kept telling me how exhausted he was because his dad was piling a mountain of tasks on him.When I pressed him for details, he got evasive, shifting his phone so I couldn't see the stress in his eyes. I went quiet, giving him a few seconds to just think and breathe. Finally, he admitted it, he was undergoing a brutal crash course in leadership.He was being molded to lead a billion-dollar business empire.A few days later, the text I had been waiting for finally popped up. “Come over to my place tonight. I want to show you something.”I was thrilled. I spent the next four hours raiding my closet, but nothing felt special enough. I ended up dipping into my savings to buy a new fit, some high end makeup, and a pair of heels that made me feel like I was walking on air.The moment I told Mom I w

36. Aprons and Allies

IVORY POVThe kitchen was a sprawling expanse of stainless steel and white marble, looking more like a set from a cooking show than a home. Before I could even find my footing, Daniel reached out. His hands found my waist, and with a strength that always caught me off guard, he carefully guided me to the center island and gently lifted me up, seating me right on the kitchen counter.I immediately panicked, my heart thudding against my ribs like a trapped bird. Being at eye level with him was dangerous; those deep blue eyes were peering right into mine, and his closeness was literally making me lose my senses."What are you doing?" I squeaked, my hands bracing against the cold marble."Relax, Ma belle," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that I felt in my bones. He reached behind me, grabbing something from a hook. "I just wanted to help you put on your apron. We wouldn't want your gorgeous dress stained, would we?"I cleared my throat, praying for my words to come out eloquent an

37. Upstairs

IVORY POVThe theater was a blur of shadows and the flickering blue light of the TV, but I couldn't have told you what was happening on the screen if my life depended on it. All I could feel was Daniel. He was a mountain of heat behind me, his breath fanning against the shell of my ear. The air in the mansion had grown heavy, thick with the scent of his expensive cologne and the raw, electric tension that had been humming between us since the night we met in that dark alleyway.His hand, large and calloused, slid slowly up the silk of my green dress. He didn't just touch me; he claimed me. His fingers traced the line of my thigh, hitching the fabric higher and higher, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake."You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do this, Ivory," he whispered, his voice dropping into a register so low it made my toes curl.I shivered, my head falling back against his shoulder. "Really... bad boy?" I asked in a tiny, breathless voice. I tried to sound

38. You Have To Believe Me

IVORY POV The drive back from Daniel’s felt like floating through a dream. My skin still felt the ghost of his touch, and the air in the car seemed to hum with the memory of his voice. I pulled into our driveway at the exact minute Mom had demanded....midnight sharp. I didn't want to give her any reason to fuel her new, strange paranoia. The house was dark, save for a single light flickering from the upstairs landing. I let myself in, the click of the lock sounding like a gunshot in the silence. "Mom? Mom? Mom!" I called out, my voice echoing as I climbed the stairs. I headed straight for her bedroom, my heels clicking softly on the floorboards. "Mom, I am back!" I stopped just outside her door. It was slightly ajar, casting a thin, sharp line of light across the hallway. I was about to push it open, but the sound of her voice stopped me. It wasn't her "Mom" voice—the one she used to ask about my day. It was frantic. Cold. I peered through the crack. She was prancing around the

39. Faster Marco

IVORY POV The morning sun filtered through my curtains, stinging my eyes and pulling me out of a heavy, dreamless sleep. My hand instinctively reached for the empty space beside me before I remembered I was in my own room, not the sprawling, silk-covered bed at the Connor mansion. I groaned as I rolled over, feeling a sharp twinge in my lower back and a dull ache in my thighs. My phone buzzed on the nightstand a string of notifications that made my heart do a little somersault. 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍: 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑴𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆? 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔. 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒍: 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒆? 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆. I bit my lip, a heat creeping up my neck that had nothing to do with the morning sun. I typed back a quick, “I’m perfectly fine, stop worrying,” but

40. Marco Faster

IVORY POV"What? Mom, you cannot be serious? He is literally my boyfriend!" My voice cracked as I shouted over the sound of the engine. The golden glow of the prom was fading, replaced by the harsh, clinical orange of the streetlights."What do you mean 'stay away from him'? You might as well tell us to break up!""Ivory, you have to listen to me! Just do as I say and everything will be fine," she snapped, her eyes fixed on the road, her knuckles white."Even when you are wrong? Even when you speak like you’re slowly losing your mind?" I felt the sting of hot tears. I couldn't wrap my head around it. "I can’t believe you are saying this after you treated Daniel like your literal favorite son! You beamed at him! You trusted him!"The argument didn't stop. It raged all the way to our front door....a bitter, ugly back-and-forth that felt like tearing a seam. I was desperate to defend the boy who had just crowned me his queen, and she was desperate to lock me in a cage built of ghost sto

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