Austin's POVMy desire for her on this very night is as strong as a vampire's love for human blood. I can tell. I have killed a couple of them over the past years that I have ruled as Alpha King.Their thirst for this red liquid is always insatiable. One bloodsucker can drink blood from twelve humans and spend all of it on the strength and longevity it gives. There is no storage tank for them, it is abysmal. I can tell this too. I have gutted a couple of them to know that gory fact.For them, blood isn't food. It's just a medium of sustenance. That is why I see them as a curse. And that is why I can never stop killing them.Falling into the urgings of my wolf means I have to become a vampire for this night, and do the unthinkable. And that is one line that I do not want to cross."I cannot," my mind reaches into that one place where I talk with my wolf. His name is Kennedy. And he is as terrible as I am. He can be very opposite in an annoying manner. Sometimes, he keeps me silent when

Austin's POVToo much information, I think, as I walk out of the palace and yell at a guard to open up the garage door for the Escalade. One thing I like about this car is that I hardly drive it. Whenever I do, it mirrors the way I feel inside, because the bodywork is red.I press the ignition button, and shift the vehicle into gear. Just before I zoom out of the open gate, I beckon on one of the door guards. He comes over and bends just outside the car window."Your Majesty?""Make sure she stays indoors until I return. She is not to leave the grounds, by any means possible, and that includes even sorcery. "The guard cocks his head to one side, his coiffure almost tilting with the gesture. "But... sorcery, Your Majesty?""What? She's capable of anything." I floor the pedal and the hardly-driven Escalade's meter runs up to 40km/hr.In the side mirror, I see the guard watch my departure. I can probably guess what's going on in that head of his right now. Total confusion. Couldn't seem

Ellie's POVThe next day, I dress the hell up like Sia and sneak out in search of cheap thrills with Anna. Anna told me about a social club called DYK. Its logo is an open Bible. The music here is mainly Electronic Dance Music and I keep hearing songs from Alan Walker and Swedish House Mafia. The dance floor is filled with excited bodies moving under blue lights, and would you look how they move.Anna screams into my ear as loud as she can. "So what do you think?"I bend towards the side of her face. She's wearing a black jacket zipped up just enough to reveal her braless cleavage, a jean skirt, and knee-length boots. "Too soon for that, don't you think?"She sways to John Martin's lines and I join her. It doesn't take long for us to get noticed. Our dress sense can give any regular clubber a hard-on. Mine is a red skin-tight gown, courtesy of Anna, which should have ended at my knees if one side hadn't been scissored up to the end of my ass.Two cute-looking guys come behind us and o

Ellie's POVThe first thought that comes to my mind is 'Rogues.' And they've finally tracked me, Austin's protegee, to use as ransom or some evil scheme to get back at him for being against them. I only wonder exactly what they will need me for. Obviously a mannequin to torture and rape and manhandle, if Austin doesn't get to me first before the fun starts.The shock that registers on my face when I see Beta kick the remaining stalagmites of wood into the room and squeeze himself in, has a mix of relief that this is friend and not foe. But how friendly he will be is another kettle of fish entirely.He squeezes the knob until it breaks into pieces and the door opens wide, giving way for a large group of gamma warriors marching themselves into the room like students summoned to the principal's office for their respective duties for Outreach Day. Except these warriors aren't here to take instructions from any of us. Just look at how their clothes darken the room.Pete says, "Fuck," and q

Third POVHer skin is soft but her lips are chapped and weathered, courtesy of the cold. As Austin runs his hand across her cheek he feels a cold irregularity, and he picks off the piece of ice from her face.In his opinion, the crystals make her more beautiful and unique, like a gorgeous butterfly. He holds her in his arms and she fits perfectly in them, her lips seem moulded to the shape of his and his hands curl around hers so perfectly he feels they had been made for him.Close up, she smells like roses and honey. She reminds him of something about his home but one part of him cannot seem to remember exactly what. His childhood has been filled with solitude and girls used to be as scarce as rain in summer. She fills his nostrils but there comes some other feeling that overcomes him.Her taste.She tastes like anything amorous. She tastes like tenderness, warmth and intimacy – he imagines holding her by a bonfire, watching the reflection of the flames dancing across her skin. She t