บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Vampire bride : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Raiden POVThe moment the branch snapped, I shifted.My wolf surged beneath my skin half- controlled, and filled with rage and I lunged forward, shielding Nyx behind me.A blur darted between the trees, low to the ground, too fast for a natural predator.And I tracked it with my eyes, my instincts screaming.I thought it was the vampire that escaped, but this thing doesn't seem like anything I had ever seen.Not vampire.Not wolf.And Whatever it was, it watched us before it vanished into the trees like smoke.Nyx stepped up beside me, as I shifted back her breath steady but sharp. “That wasn’t one of mine.”“Didn’t say it was.” I kept scanning the forest, but the creature was gone.If it was a vampire, then it certainly it's using forbidden black magic, to be this fast.She crossed her arms. “But you were thinking it.”I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. “i don't but you are giving me reason to think that.”She didn’t reply. Just looked out into the forest with a thoughtful c

Nyx POVThere’s something dangerously intoxicating about slipping through an enemies territory and not getting caught.It feels Like walking through a tightrope with a blade at your back every step a dare.And tonight, I was daring fate itself.I heard the old unused maps of the packhouse is kept at the ancient wing of the packhouse.At first I didn't know where the ancient wing was so I took three days to look for it, pretending like I was helping with the investigation.And fortunately for me, Raiden Insisted I stay in the pack house he said is not save for me out there.If it was any other moment I would have insisted on going, cause the closer we get the more he starts to trust me, but I had to find the map, so I stayed.And getting the old maps is more favorable, that way no one will notice is gone.The ancient wing of the packhouse was rarely used. Its halls smelled of dust, smoke, and old blood. And surprisingly they were no guards, I heard they is a tale that the place was hau

The WhispersRaiden POVBy dawn, the halls of the packhouse were filled with whispers.Another warrior was dead.Another heart ripped from the chest.With No scent. No sound. No mercy.And Nyx?Gone before I could question her.I did kissed her lips.Then watched her vanish into smoke and Now I had blood on my hands and doubt in my veins.But No more silence.I had to do something, I can't just sit and watch my people die one by one, and I Couldn't attack her or her people because of the so called peace treaty.I can't let my people lose trust in me, I had to do something, for their safety, and my peace of mind.I rode alone, hard across the mountain passes to the sacred grounds, where the Elders of the moon goddess Council resided.The place had Ancient stone halls.Frosted air.And elders old enough to remember the wars our clans were built on.As always they welcomed me with polite tension.They could feel it, they could see it from my expression.I wasn’t here to kneel.I was he

Nyx POVThe gates groaned open at the sound of my voice there were no guards, no greetings.Just silence, you know that type of silence that came before the storm or after it.I walked into the palace and even the torches lining the entrance flickered nervously, as if they didn’t want to burn too loud, as of they didn't want to be noticed.And the halls were colder than usually, colder than I remembered, the Stone floors I once danced on now echoed like tombs.And the scent of magic was thick in the air it was sharp, old and defensive.Something had happened here.Something big.I didn’t call out for anyone, I Didn’t ask for anyone.Cause If Mother wanted me back, she did make it herself known to everyone I am coming back.And she did.Cause Just as I reached the grand atrium, I heard it, that voice I would recognize in the middle of millions.“Late as ever, princess.”I turned, immediately the voice cameAnd there she was.Selene.Standing in her might.With Same dark violet hair, bu

Nyx POVThe doors slammed shut behind me as I stepped into my mother’s chamber, sending chills down my spine.The room was darker than usual. No candles, no fire. Just rays of moonlight filtering through the stained glass, casting blood-red shadows across the room floor.I looked around and she sat at the far end of the room,her back straight, her long fingers draped elegantly over the arm of her obsidian throne.Queen Ilaria of the Crimson Crescent.My mother.And the one woman I could never lie to… unless I lied perfectly.“Nyx,” she said without looking at me. “Finally you are here daughter”I moved toward her,my steps slow but steady. “You sent for me mother and I came.”“i thought you wouldn't come,” she said flatly. “You have embedded yourself in the wolf den, you slept beside their Alpha, and now two of our people were taken, and later we found they bodies in the western wood."I flinched a little, but not from guilt.But from the coldness in her voice.Even for her, this was s