Chapter one hundred and twenty one.Anastasia's POV."There used to be the Old World, and now there is the New World." The supernatural world was recked, right from the start, by vampires, and ever since then, the one named King Nicholas, The King of All Vampire's Kings, has been attempting to align the supernatural creatures and make them see past the offenses that have been made by his father. Even for this reason, he had gotten his father and his seven subjects banished from the face of the New World.I scoff as I read that. So much for really trying to prove he is a good guy. Nicholas the good guy, my ass. Like, he can go tell that to the werewolves whom he attacked right before my eyes: "Hey, I am a good guy, unlike my father," and they'd accept him back without first cutting off his head. He's no difference, but then, I haven't read much, so I don't know what yet his father has done. "In the old world, werewolves and hunters, including humans, were all controlled by the vampir

Chapter one hundred and twenty three. Anastasia's POV. The dining room is lit with dull lights in the colors blue and red, spread out such that they give the room a sensual sense and, at the same time, a beauty that captures my attention. Apart from that, the dining table seems weirdly long, with just two chairs arranged so that they are vertically opposite each other. Then, there are foods spread out on the table. I wonder how I'd pick the apple in the middle of the table. As I watch the decorations, I allow myself to calm down, knowing that tonight would go well. I didn't talk much with Hillary about it, so I don't know what could happen. By the way, there are people in the room. Apart from the vampires at the door, guarding that spot, I see chefs setting up the table. Almost done. I wonder if there are also vampires. Soon, they are done, and in no time, the guards open the door. My eyes shift there almost instantly when I hear the soft creak. There is Nicholas, gracing the ro

Chapter one hundred and twenty five.Anastasia's POVA few minutes pass before he asks me a question: "How did you feel when you knew you were my mate? And by that, I mean, when you really understood what it meant to be a vampire's mate, my own mate?" Why did I sense a great form of possession in that last interrogative sentence? Or maybe it's just my mind playing a trick on me...I hum, not exactly knowing how to answer a question as such. "Well, I don't know." And till now, I have no idea how I'm supposed to work with that...And you know, there is a long list of many obstructions that this has. First, you are a being who doesn't die. I do. It can't even work. You won't age, but I would, and it would not even make any sense. Second, I would never want to be with someone who has a lot of enemies and who has also killed people that I cherish. It means I am gaining more enemies and I have nothing with which to protect myself. Plus, I cannot have my children already having people who wan

Chapter one hundred and twenty seven. Anastasia's POV. Do you remember that time when you were typing on your phone and you needed your hands to dry so you could type faster, but then that's when you'd start feeling the sweats coming on and you'd try to control them, but it would be impossible? And the more you fight against it, the more your palms have reason to want to sweat the more. Funny for someone who is a writer and is a palm-sweater, if that makes sense as a meaning for it. Anyway, what happened in my thoughts is exactly what happened to Nicholas. Although, now, he is leading the way to my room. He walks beside me, his eyes gazing downward. I feel somewhat judgmental about his feelings, more like I may have caused them. I mean, I did prompt him to act like that, but if I learned anything tonight, it is that he really does not want to hurt me, at least not physically. We are close to the hallway, and around the corner is where the door to my room is. Oh, yes, back to what

Chapter one hundred and twenty nine. Anastasia's POV. I can't help but think of how he could have gotten in contact with me. I mean, this phone isn't supposed to reach anyone else but the vampires around me, and not even just any vampire around me, but the one I am familiar with, so this is just a great shocker that he could reach me. I placed the phone close to my ears again, and this time I could only hear his hard breathing. It made me guess he is very pissed, like, palm-twitchingly pissed...at me? Who knows? "Cole Hunter?" I sound more like I'm affirming than asking for confirmation, and I have a low voice. "I see you have refused to use the object given to you, and tonight is the night these dead beings ought to die. Finally, you have cast yourself as one of them, Anastasia, and for that, I am deeply ashamed of your existence. You're a traitor to everyone in your race, and you must know that. With that said, if you're never allowed to be seen with any human ever again,