The noises of vampires and humans alike roared and screamed as the guards brought her along the dark passage. Just like her way in, the human prisoners’ cries for mercy—to their vampire cellmates—disturbed her like no other, she wanted to kill every vampire guard around her.“So inhuman!” she shrieked, for the lack of a better word.“Guess what! We aren’t human,” answered one guard.The laughter followed.Like some rag-doll, they dragged her into the light, into the courtyard. “Of course, he is fine with this,” she spat out bitterly.“What the hell is she talking about?”“About him, probably. She seemed to have a thing for him.”The guards mocked.“He is fine, obviously. He’d be there soon to whip them himself.”She struggled again, raising her knees up. Before her effort took any effect, they sped up, the grass and flower beds turned shadow around her. Sharp stones scratched her exposed legs. Seconds later, her ankles touched the steps out of the back door. She was bleeding all over,

Danica closed her eyes to concentrate on her hearing. She tried to make out what they were saying from bits and pieces.“Why? Was that really necessary, my lord?”“Perhaps not.”“Perhaps not,” the sentinel echoed between sobs. “It pains me to see–” She opened her eyes because she could only hear leaves rustling, birds chirping, and footsteps in the distance after a while. The following events almost made her wish she hadn’t left her room. One minute she was peeking at him lounging there like he hadn’t a bother in the entire world and the next he uttered two words flatly, “Get them.”Her heart leaped to her throat. Instantly, human guards from all directions were sprinting over, separating into two directions. One was towards her undoubtedly. She raced to the back gate for her life. Two: she wasn’t sure and couldn’t care less.A couple of trees and less than ten meters sat between her and the opened gate. The entire estate was in turbulence. Shouts and screams were flying around alon

“I did nothing wrong! Please!” A voice screeched somewhere outside. “Let me go. Please. No. Fuck you!”The familiar nasal tone made her immediately rush to the nearest window. She put her hands on the glass panels. The scene in the garden confirmed her thought: it was Monica, in two pieces of clothes that barely cover anything, twisting wildly in two guards’ grips who were hauling her along. “Do you see that?” The sudden breath into her ear nearly made her jump out of her skin. “Imagine the hell she’d have to go through…” His lazy drawl suggested he didn’t have a care in the world. “If only you are not so stubborn…” Monica continued to struggle. They were sending her to the dungeon. This shouldn’t be happening. “Leave my friend alone. She has nothing to do with this.” She slammed the glass panel in frustration. This was her fault.“Why?”She spun around and ended up in his arms. He had been standing too close. She took a step back, which only sent her up against the glass panels. T

Within two short days, since she signed the slave contract, she might have lost her senses. His hushed warning sounded ominous, dangerous, and seductive. She leaned into his touch instead of pulling away when he flopped her down on the leather seat.Her brain still felt foggy when she saw him sitting up and alert across the seat. His fangs protruded along with his claws. His eyes glowed fiercer than ever. A predator encountering something that challenged his power, his stance suggested, and he would be merciless, destroying the rivalry.“What’s wrong?” she asked.His glowing eyes leaped to her sharply as though the answer was within her. “Me? Or are you suggesting I’m in danger?” She couldn’t believe she giggled.It was just a weird idea growing in her. Her life was over since she had met Reign. She had ended it for good when she drugged him and put the horrendous spell on him. She had become a criminal, then a blood slave. There was nothing she could do, or rather she would want to

“You shouldn’t!” she protested, looking at the headboard. “What about my neck, my wrist, there are many places you could–” she could not finish her sentence as he gripped her waist tighter.“Look at me!” Under his command, she peered down at him. They were too close, too pressed together, for her to get a proper look at him, but he was obviously upset.“Being my blood slave means,” he began, his tone harsh, “You must satiate my hunger in whatever, whenever, and however way I would want it to be. You should have read the contract.”She had a lump in her throat when she admitted she was aware of that.“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding,” he responded, rather business-like before his fingers resumed their work, trailing the lines of her bras. He was restarting what he had done in the drives prior to this. His touch was gentle and playful, but never gave her what she secretly wanted. He knew what he was doing since he was savoring her whimpers by staring at her face while his fing