All Chapters of The Vampire Lord Wants My Blood: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The second Alistair's fangs pierced my skin, I felt a sharp, prickly pain, followed quickly by an overwhelming pleasure that pulled a moan from my lips. The pull against my skin felt so good I could feel it in my core. He drank from me like a thirsty man in the wilderness. As he took gulp after gulp, he made groans of deep satisfaction. By what was perhaps the fifth pull, I expected him to stop, but he kept going. That was when I began to feel true fear. It was twisted how I wanted him to keep drinking and stop drinking at the same time. I didn't know what I wanted, but I certainly didn't want to be drained of all my blood. I tried to pull my hand out of his grip, but he held onto it with a vice-like strength. It was unmovable. I was trapped. Tears were starting to well up in my eyes. How could I get another chance at living only to die again at the dizzying fangs of the Vampire Lord? I tried to call out to him. “My Lord, please… please, you must stop now.” He didn't break through hi

Queen Mother Mira looked every bit the Queen that she was. I had never seen anyone as regal and perfectly poised. If she existed in my former life, she would definitely be goth because everything she wore was black. She wore a shimmering black ball gown that swept across the ground as she crossed the courtyard toward me, followed by a retinue of palace maids. A delicate crown of black diamonds sat atop her head, nestled in her black curls. Her eyes were a piercing green—she was so beautiful. Since I woke up as Lena, all I’ve seen are pretty women and handsome men. Is anyone here actually ugly? Anyway, I needed to focus on the matter at hand because the Queen was almost here. Her expression was stiff, and her dark-painted lips were turned downward in disapproval. I really hope I survive this. When she was right in front of me, I bowed just like Helen taught me. “Greetings, Queen Mother.” She continued to stare at me inquisitively, and it was starting to get awkward. I lifted my hand

Alistair’s POV Few individuals provoke my ire as much as my uncle. I cannot stand his duplicity. He portrays himself as an innocent and concerned advisor to the court, yet he secretly recruits officials to his cause. It is a game of politics, therefore I cannot openly denounce him. I must simply bide my time and wait for him to make a single mistake. I remained seated and maintained a practiced smile. “Why do you seek me? You might have inquired of my whereabouts from Axel.” “Yes, yes. That is precisely what I did. I sought out the Commander.” Silas pointed somewhere behind him as he approached our table, two humans trailing closely in his wake. I glanced back and saw Axel following at a distance. He looked thoroughly annoyed but as someone who has known him for centuries, I could also detect a hint of anxiety. As I wondered what could be troubling him, I noticed a small figure partially hidden by his large frame. Ah. That must be his fated mate, Vera. She was a vampire as well, b

Lena’s POVAlistair's uncle really was a sly individual. I still had the creeps from the leering look he gave me. Considering the massive age gap between us, shouldn't that be considered child abuse? I definitely need to minimize our future interactions because I might not always be able to get out of the tight spots he puts me in.I continued walking back down the hallways, my mind on autopilot. Just when I thought I didn't recognize this area, I came across a large dining hall that I wondered what it was used for. Do vampires even eat human food? Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen the Vampire Lord eat a real meal.Nobody was currently seated at the long table, but there were some plates scattered around as if breakfast had just finished.Interesting.I hadn't met many people in the palace yet. Judging by how enormous this place is, it must house a lot of people. Just how many people actually live here?I took a few steps into the hall to check it out. As I admired the painti

Alistair's POV We have long maintained a tenuous peace with the Witches. They do not trouble us, and we, in turn, do not cross them. Thus, when Kael arrived breathless with reports of their presence at our borders, it was a matter of grave concern. Using my vampiric speed, I raced to the palace training grounds. I found forty vampires already assembled in disciplined rows, with Axel standing at their head. Kael had clearly alerted the Commander before seeking me out. The soldiers were clad in simple leather combat gear, the threat was not yet deemed dire enough to warrant full plate armor. I turned to Kael, the Captain of the Guards, who had followed in my wake. “Remain here. Guard the palace with your life. Should the situation deteriorate, dispatch a rider to me at the Eastern border at once. Do you understand?” I commanded. He clasped his hands before him and offered a crisp bow. “Understood, my Lord,” he affirmed. I gave his shoulder a firm, brotherly clap to bring him