[BACK TO DUNGEON]The dungeon remains dark and foreboding as Meagia, still locked in his cell, awaits her fate. The heavy footsteps of guards echo through the corridor, signaling the arrival of Rancel, who descends the stairs, her expression stern and unforgiving.Cinhard, seated on a small wooden stool, gazes up at Rancel with a look of desperation. He knows that his life hangs in the balance, and he must try everything to survive. Cinhard speaks softly, with feigned vulnerability. “Rancel, please, can we talk?”Rancel regards Cinhard with a cold and calculating gaze but decides to listen, intrigued by this unexpected request. Rancel whispers curiously. “Talk? About what, Cinhard?” Cinhard takes a deep breath, his voice trembling with emotion.Cinhard sincerely. “About us, Rancel. About the love I've been too blind to see until now.” Rancel's eyes narrow, skeptical of Cinhard's sudden change of heart. She raises her eyebrow, disbelieving. “Love? You expect me to believe that, after e

The grand hall of the ancestral vampiric castle was bathed in the soft, warm glow of a hundred flickering candles. Clara, the tall and elegant woman with fiery red hair, entered the hall with Mr Liam, a distinguished military officer, at her side. Clara's emerald-green gown flowed gracefully with each step, and Liam wore his formal uniform, a stark contrast to his usually rugged attire.As they walked into the hall, the murmur of faint conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air. The occasion was a lavish gathering, and Clara and Liam had just arrived from a distant mission. Rancel seemed to be having a party for her coronation and to announce alpha Cinhard as her partner.Clara scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, her gaze locked onto a tall figure standing near the grand fireplace. It was her brother, Cinhard, looking more regal than she had ever seen him. He wore a finely tailored suit, his auburn hair ne

Clara and Liam had been searching the labyrinthine castle for hours, after they managed to kill all those guards and escaped the cellar. The flickering torchlight barely penetrated the darkness of the dungeon they now entered, its damp and cold stone walls bearing the scars of centuries.Clara whispering. “We've searched every chamber, every corridor... where could she be?” Liam grimly. “I don't know, Clara. But we won't give up until we find her.” They ventured deeper into the dungeon, the silence broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing in the shadows. As they reached the furthest cell, Liam's heart skipped a beat. He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness.Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She w

The eerie moonlight bathed the imposing Vampire Castle in an ethereal glow as Clara and beta Liam emerged from the ancient fortress, their faces etched with determination and love. In their arms, they cradled Meagia, Rancel's estranged sister, who had been cast aside to starve to death.Meagia was pale and frail, her strength drained by the ordeal she had endured. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and relief as she clung to the couple who had risked everything to rescue her.Beta Liam, strong and resolute held his daughter in his arms, her head resting against his chest. Clara supported Meagia with a tender arm around her, guiding her steps and ensuring her safety.As they stepped into the moonlit courtyard, the chilling wind rustled through the trees, and the castle loomed behind them like a dark sentinel. The trio moved forward, leaving the sinister castle and its shadows behind.Meagia leaned on Clara, her voice a mere whisper as she spoke her gratitude. "Thank you," she said, he

In a dimly lit brothel’s hall, Clara sat on a worn-out armchair, cradling a small, sleeping child in her arms. The room was silent, save for the soft lullaby Clara hummed, trying to comfort the infant in her care. Seraphina, Eskaal and Meagia’s child was stolen by her while she played her part of being a good friend and well wisher.The sound of clacking heels against the wooden floor broke the stillness, causing Clara's heart to race. She carefully placed the child in a nearby crib and stood up. Standing there was a woman, her face etched with a meaningful grin and compassion.Clara smirked and glanced at the kid, her eyes locking with the brothel’s owner. The woman handed over a small envelope filled with money, her voice soft and empathetic. "Miss Clara, here is the money we agreed upon. Thank you for bringing us a hybrid infant, she will grow up to be a fine woman for my business."Clara accepted the envelope with a firm hand, her gaze moving from the money to the woman. "Thank yo