All Chapters of An Alpha tryst with the vampire : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Jeremy's POVThe warmth of the jacuzzi and that of the three women in my arms kept the cold at bay. The music was loud, the crowd was lively, overall it was a good night. While I drowned myself with alcohol, I had beautiful women by my side to keep me from getting cold. I pulled the blonde by my left closer without warning, and she collapsed on my body, a maniacal smile plastered on her face. Her hard silicone breasts pressed hard against my chest while we graced each other with the softness of our lips. Twenty seconds later, she hopped off my body, and paved the way for her dark haired colleague. Purposefully, she circled my hips around mine. The warmth of my hard outline embraced the softness of her buttocks, and my hands folded around her heavy breasts roughly. She moaned gutturally into the depths of my mouth, her curved lips exhaling a testament to the overflowing passion and heat between us. Realizing that their colleague had spent more than twenty seconds on my body, the oth

Jeremy’s POVThe heavy iron door shut behind me with a bang as Lisa’s desperate cries echoed faintly as I swalked away from her cell. I ignored it as I couldn’t afford to let her words sway me.She was a vampire. A vampire. And not just any vampire—Lord Alireza Firouzja’s daughter. The implications of that alone were enough to make my wolf growl.Mate. My wolf had called her that, back in the woods when I’d pinned her against the tree, her scent—or lack thereof—flooding my senses. It didn’t make sense. She didn’t smell like a wolf and neither did she have the metallic smell of bloodlust that clung to vampires like a second skin. And yet, the pull was there. It was undeniable and it was tugging at me. I’d dismissed it as a mistake at first, some trick of the mind after a long night of hunting. But now, I wasn’t so sure.I emerged from the tunnel into the cool night air, the mist making for poor visibility. The trek back to the palace was short, but my thoughts made it feel endless. L

Jeremy’s POV The corridor outside Lisa’s cell was quiet, but not empty. As I rounded the corner, the scent hit me first—familiar, sharp, and wearing too much perfume. Skylar. She stepped out from the shadows like she’d been waiting all night. Her arms were crossed, expression tight with purpose. She’d always had that look when we were kids—when she’d caught me sneaking out or lying to the elders. But this wasn’t childhood anymore. “I heard you brought something back from the woods,” she said. I didn’t slow down. “It’s not your concern.” She kept pace beside me, boots echoing on stone. “A rogue witch is everyone’s concern. You’re breaking protocol.” “She’s not rogue.” “Oh, so she’s tame? Is that what you’re calling her now?” I stopped walking. She blinked at my sudden stillness, thrown off. I didn’t look at her. Just stared straight ahead, jaw tight. “She hasn’t hurt anyone,” I said. Skylar snorted. “Yet.” I turned to face her. “What do you want, Sky? She hesitated for hal

Jeremy's POV He pondered as he raised a brow in surprise. He tried again, this time holding his breath for good measure. Still, nothing changed. There was no warm tingling sensation just like he had always read.Damn.He opened his eyes with a scowl—or, at least, as much of a scowl as a newborn could manage.Alright, maybe I’m too young for this, he reasoned. Most magical prodigies in stories had some incredible awakening at birth or a special blessing. Maybe he was just… normal.The thought left a sour taste in his mouth.With a sigh—more of a soft exhale—he relaxed against the blankets. He’d try again later. For now, he’d have to wait until he grew a little more.***The years passed, and Lucian grew.By the time he was four, he had learned a great deal about his new family and their status. The Vaelcrest household was one of noble lineage, their wealth and influence well-respected. His father, Duke Aldric Vaelcrest, was a powerful noble, known for both his swordsmanship and his co

Anna's POVThe cold night air was too much for me as we ran past Berlin’s darkened alleys. The city lights were particularly bright but we kept to the shadows so we wouldn't be seen.My heart pounded as I ran but I kept moving. Dorian’s grip on my hand was firm, pulling me forward, guiding me as if he could sense the safest paths.We barely spoke, just exchanged quick glances as we wove through the streets. Dorian tried calling the organization’s emergency line, his jaw tightening when no one answered. A second call. Nothing. The third went straight to voicemail. He cursed under his breath. We were on our own.The weight of that realization pressed down on me. Whoever had attacked us knew exactly where we were. They had planned this. And now, with our protectors possibly dead, we had no backup. No weapons. No safe place to go. I shuddered as I feared what they'd do if they caught us. A distant shout echoed behind us, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. My stomach twisted. The