Lahat ng Kabanata ng Vampire's Alpha lover: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Erin Grendel Erin's heart skipped a beat and she sprang from the rock, opening her mouth to speak, and closing it when nothing came out of it. "And who are you too?" Duncan asked, rising to his feet, having an intense stare down with Mark. "I am Mark, the shadow Lord of all vampires. The king of all Kings in the world of vampirism, and this here," Mark paused, face turning red as he pointed at Erin and added, "Is mine." "This?" Erin asked, knitting her brows into a frown as she looked at Mark with angry slits for eyes. “Am I just this to you?” “No, I had no intention of saying it like that. I mean you are mine,” Mark stated, and Erin swallowed a big ball of saliva. “I should be the angry one. What are you doing with another man?” “You need to leave,” Erin whispered to Duncan, placing a hand on his arm and adding, “I will stall him.”“No, I am not running away again. I am not a coward.” Duncan refused, snatching his arm away from Erin's hold. Erin's heart pounded violently agains

Erin Grendel Erin's eyes snapped open when the sound of someone knocking on Duncan's door became louder. She sat up with her eyes wide open, glancing down to view Duncan's body on the bed, but he wasn't there. Her heart pounded violently against her chest and her eyes frantically searched all over the place for him. “Prince Duncan!” A feminine voice slipped into the room from under the door. Erin shook in fear, unable to move an inch in case she would be detected. The knocking stopped, but Erin's heart didn't stop beating violently. Just then, she heard the toilet being flushed with Duncan walking out of the ensuite bathroom. “The door,” Erin mouthed, pointing at it with fear, glinting in her eyes. “Duncan!” The voice of his beta sounded from behind the door this time. Duncan walked swiftly to Erin's side and whispered, “Get into the toilet and wait for me.”Erin got off the bed, and made her way into his grand bedroom. She closed the door, and with her heart in her throat, sh

Erin juddered, and her heart almost flew out of her chest. She spun in the direction of the voice and once she saw that it was Lola, she heaved a sigh of relief, nursing her heart. “Did you have to scare me like that?” Erin asked, standing stark naked in front of Lola. “That does not answer my question, young lady,” Lola said, folding her arms against her chest and eyeing Erin in annoyance. “Look, I had a long night,” Erin lowered herself to the bed after latching her window closed. “If I should tell you what happened, you wouldn't believe me.” Lola's brows creased into a frown and Erin glanced at her after getting a tingling feeling at the back of her neck. “What?” Erin asked, equally mirroring the frown that was etched to her sister's face. “What is that smell?” Lola asked, rising from her sit with a look of inquisition thrown at Erin. “How do you mean?” Erin sniffed the air then shook her head, confirming that she wasn't perceiving any fowl smell. “Wait, are you saying that

Erin's breathing intensified, and her stomach sank at her mother's words. “What do you mean by there is a problem?” Mrs. Grendel's demeanor dampened and teats glistened in her eyes. “The wizard,” Mrs. Grendel breathed out, and Erin's throat was soon occupied by a lump. “What happened to the wizard, tell me mother,” Erin said in urgency, the suspense gradually killing her. “Tell me, please.”“We-we sent our most trusted guards to get the portion from the wizard, but then they returned with nothing,” Mrs. Grendel stammered, explaining with a face already red. Erin's forehead creased into a wary frown as she eyed her mother. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and her back became slick with sweat, clinging her dress to it. “Talk to me, please,” Erin pleaded, voice already breaking as she stared at her mother's already red-rimmed eyes. “What was their reason for returning empty handed?” Her mother parted her lips to speak, but snapped it shut when sobs racked through her. Erin'

“Father!” Duncan exclaimed, holding his father in desperation. “Guards, get the sage!” The guards ran out of the room, while the elders gathered round King Mirthon, assisting Duncan.Duncan and the elders rushed King Mirthorn to his opulent chambers, decorated with regal elegance. Softly, they dropped the king on the bed, and groans of agony slipped out of his lips. Duncan's heart hammered against his chest, and he combed his fingers through his hair. “Why is everybody falling ill?” Duncan asked in his head, impatiently waiting for the sage. Elder Kaleb sent the rest of the elders back to the symposium, leaving him, Duncan, a few maids and guards. Duncan gripped his father's hand, gently squeezing it to offer himself comfort. “Where is the king?” Duncan's ears picked up the voice of the sage, followed by the slapping sounds of her slippers against the tiles as she ran towards his room. The sage, a wise old woman with long white hair that flowed down her back, and eyes filled wi