She stood up, dragging out a box from under a her bed quickly.In a blink, she flipped it open, then snatched out one of the carefully arranged packaged blood in the box, draining with desperation till it's very last drop before she collapsed on the floor, her gaze fixed on the dim red light at the up, center of her room, tears running down her face.It had been ten years and still, the pain remained the same. Would she ever heal?___The idea of becoming friends with the King last night had sounded almost easy to her despite how she had taken the proposal, but waking up this morning and realizing how real it was and that she had to start putting action for it to happen, made her feel absolutely pressurized.She could almost feel the weight on her shoulders, pulling her to down to the ground.On one side, she had her hatred for him to battle with and on the other side, she had his possible suspicion to avoid.First, she had her breakfast and Gwen had been her usual calm self. She tri

"You are all the King ever talks about," he added the cherry on top with a goofy smile."Is that so?" Zezi asked, her lips tugged up in a smirk. "Did you really attack him? Like with the dagger thing right through his heart?" Oliver asked, his hands folded across his chest, his eyes glimmering with excitement and expectation.Zezi nodded and immediately, laughter bubbled from his throat. "Maybe you can do it some day again and I'll be there to watch."Zezi's observing eyes didn't leave him as she accessed him thoroughly.Oliver was just like a child. A plain book to read. But she couldn't be so sure, people with this kind of personality were often dangerous and easy to miss out in the line of suspects. Chameleons.She would have to be careful with him.Besides he was a vampire. He must be just like the rest. A monster."What do you say about dinner? You and me? I think we'll get along very well, infact, I can see the future." His hands formed into circles around his eyes, and h

Never in her life, had Zezi feared the coming of the night, not once since she could remember, had she so much wished that the moon would never come up in the dark sky, never had she dreaded that white glowing, majestic ball of the night, as she did tonight."Milady." Gwen's voice called to her, as she put away the food on the table that her Mistress had refused to eat. She had also skipped lunch too and with the way things were going, she would skip dinner too."Are you sure that you are strong enough to hold me down, Gwen?"She nodded. In true honesty, Gwen didn't share the fear of her Mistress. In fact, she was only trying to hide her excitement out of respect and worry for her Mistress.Gwen was beyond glad that this was happening and the only reason why she would even be an obstacle to this was because her Mistress had asked her to be. If the 'Heat' she had read about was what would be happening tonight, then her efforts to stop her would definitely be rendered useless.Because

Pleasure was the feeling of the mate bond. The good entirety of it. The sparks that flew at its friction, the tingles that consumed whoseover it possessed fully, the need for another till the point that it was absolutely wreaking not to pursue.The mate bond was filled with quest of boundless pleasures screaming to be attained. But if pleasure lingered for too long in one's veins without any satisfaction to quench it or at least lay it to a temporal rest, it became sour, bitter and morph into the other taste of pleasure...Pain.That unpleasant sensation pushed through her whole body, her head fogging with a desperate need for relief against the anguish, the tingles turned into ache, and it spread through her veins. That part of her neck where a mark should already be, burning.Her jaws clenched in agony and a groan pushed out through her gritted teeth, as she pushed forward again, with a cry that sounded like a plead, collapsing against him for the comfort she knew he only could p

"How very kind." As much as she wanted to be snappy, her nude position under this sheet wasn't helping. Also, the mate bond hitting her right now was making her increasingly weak. Then she remembered that George's mark was gone and she was now in for a brutal fight with no advantage to her side anymore. Nothing to keep her sanity off wanting him. Her gaze fell upon his chest and how hickeys were littered across it."You should try to cover that up." She gritted."I don't know." He looked down at his chest then back up at her. "I think I want to flaunt them, but if you ask nicely..." He stopped, not going any further."This is not about me." She snapped."Of course, it is. You are the only that can do this to me and you know it," his voice dropped to a whisper that sent unwanted shivers down her spine, "the whole castle knows it."He was right, and accepting that was a turtore.____The minute Zezi had been able to get out of the King's room, she had ran right back to her room and l