Taming the Big Bad Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

I thought as much. I sighed, still watching Nick as he basked in his newest discovery. Worse, my unsurprised face enhanced the theory. Something that my beta and gamma noticed."You don't look surprised..." My beta, Roland, stated the obvious. "Who is Olivera by the way?" He inquired, darting his eyes between I and Nick."The slave girl that I had taken as an apprentice." Nick stated, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows."Then she can't be the one. She is just a lowly slave." Seth mentioned, and I bit my tongue from growling out aloud. I didn't want to give away any sign that the girl was my mate."A rogue rather...someone whom we don't know of her origins. I think we should question her. Find out who she is." Roland suggested, and Nick nodded his head, agreeing with the motion."Where is she now, Alpha?" Nick asked me. I could literally hear him gulping down saliva, and I knew that he was hoping that I haven't done something unruly to the girl whom he had come to take as a good appr

In his first year at the society, he had spent much time in Italy with his master; more recently he had lived in New Orleans, in the French Quarter, where his aura of mystery alarmed almost no one. He had even attended high school, but that had been to sniff out some witches who had been professors at the school. But not long ago he had given up his home there, knowing he would never return. At long last, after this one remaining task, his duty and honor would be satisfied. He saw no reason to continue with the society. And although he knew that they wouldn't let him leave without a fight, he was ready to disappear. He had been taught well. He heard the conversations, so many of them, from the interior of the bar. He felt the excitement of those inside. The patrons seemed enthralled by the singing group they were waiting to hear. Evidently the band was intensely popular, and recording companies were screaming for deals, but the performers refused to sign with anyone. Instead, they tr

"Jacob..." He heard the old woman's voice again, and his eyes opened and closed drowsily.He felt a thick sweet liquid in his mouth, and latched on it greedily. Blood. And although it was different and mysterious, he was too hungry to care. He kept on suckling on the old woman's wrist, until she tapped him on the cheek."Let go." She said, and he sighed in relief, before letting go of her hand."Why would you go around healing her when you're weak from not feeding?" She asked him, and he shrugged, sitting up straight."I had no choice." He replied, looking all around him. He noticed that things were frezed. The woman had stopped her time."You freezed time?" He asked, incredulity ringing in his voice."I had to. You don't want anyone finding out about me. I can't risk that." The old replied, and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?" He asked."Story for another time. I will be going now. Take care of her." She muttered, cocking her head toward Zande who was just beginning to stir."Okay.

Jacob's white teeth gleamed in the night in a slightly mocking smile. So the boys thought it was funny to make fools out of people who loved and trusted them. He waited, his intense eyes molten gold, easily piercing the veil of darkness. His mind continually strayed to his lifemate. He knew that every male vampire knew the chance of finding a lifemate within their dwindling race was nearly impossible, their numbers being repeatedly decimated by the vampire and witch hunts in the Middle Ages and during the bloody Turk and Holy Wars. To complicate matters, the few remaining women had not given birth to a female child in years, and the rare children born in recent centuries nearly all died within their first year. No one, not even Kaden, their greatest healer, nor the Prince and leader of their people, had found the solution to these grave problems. Many had tried in the past to turn mortal women into vampires to continue their lineage, but the females had either perished or become der

Dedari looked all around him and sighed, his mind remembering and pausing on the imagery he had seen before the attack had commenced on his sister; the old woman. He didn't really know her, but he had caught her staring at Zande sometimes, especially during their concerts. But this time around, he had seen her communicating with a young boy of not more than seventeen years old, before she had disappeared into thin air. Who was that boy? He wondered, even as he remembered the old woman who had taken them in during the destruction of their kind.During that turbulent day, he had noticed a peasant woman escaping unseen by the attackers. And since the sun did not affect the children of their kind as severely as it did the adults, he had awaited his opportunity, hiding five younger children from the murderous insanity. He managed, through sheer force of his will, to cloak the presence of the human woman and the children, even as he planted the compulsion in her to take them with her. Unawa