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On a scale of one to ten of how I envisioned my night being spent, this was moving further into the negative.This expensive gala thrown by bigotry men was the last place I wanted to be.I could think of so many lucrative and explicit ways to spend my night, but alas, business was important and showing face, even in a room filled with leaches that wouldn’t think twice before stepping over you was also important.Especially if you were the CEO of said enterprise.The conversation was worse. Having to force conversation with anyone here was the last thing I would do.I sighed, taking a sip of champagne that tasted numb on my tongue. While vampires didn’t need to eat to survive, it was a necessary skill that we learned in order to blend in with the humans.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window that looked down the wet streets of London. The glass blurred through the rain. I wished I was down there, really, I wish I was anywhere but here. Instead, I was trapped in a room full of men who

I stirred from my sleep, my body feeling more relaxed than it had in weeks. Feeding from a werewolf, especially an Alpha, had that effect. I felt powerful, satiated, and utterly smug. I reached out a manicured hand to the other side of the bed, expecting to find his warm body and perhaps have another taste of him.Instead, my hands met the cold sheets.I sat upright, my fangs pricking my lower lip instinctively. William was sitting in the armchair across the room, fully dressed in the same black shirt from the night before, looking as if he hadn't slept a wink. He was calmly sipping a cup of espresso while staring at a tablet in his lap. "You’re awake," William said. His voice was smooth, devoid of the soft touch they had hours ago. "I’ve already had your assistant, Sarah, cancel your morning meetings. You’re going to need the time."I scoffed, tossing my hair back with a soft, dismissive laugh. "Canceled my meetings? Darling, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but one night wouldn't leave

I held my breath, my thumb hovering a fraction of an inch above the scanner. I could feel the cold static of the device, ready to strip my life down to its chemical components and scream my secret to the world.But the very moment my thumb made contact with the glass on the surface, everything went dead.The floor-to-ceiling windows were the only source of light as every bulb in the boardroom flickered once and died. The hum of the air conditioning, the soft whir of the wall monitors all of it just when silent and we were plugged in darkness.I froze, my hand still inches from the device and slowly lifted my head.Agent Miller was frantically tapping the screen of his scanner. "What the hell?" He whispered to himself as he shook the device, his thumb repeatedly pressing on the power button.Then his eyes met his partner, "Dan, check your comms.""They're dead," Dan replied, his voice tight. "Everything’s dead."I turned my head toward Kaelen. Who was leaning against the table, his eyes

The ringing of my phone woke me in the early hours of the next morning. I groaned, my arm swinging blindly toward my nightstand. My fingers collided with a crystal water carafe, sending it skidding across the surface with a loud rattle before I finally clamped my hand over the ringing device.I squinted at the screen. The caller ID was unknown and against every instinct in my body to ignore it, I swiped the screen and pressed it to my ear."Good morning, sweetheart. I trust you had a productive night?"The voice was like a bucket of ice water over my head. Deep, raspy, and utterly loathsome. I bolted upright, my bed covers sliding down my naked torso. I glanced to the other end of the bed where a human, some blond haired model whose name I could remember slept."What do you want, William?" I bit out. Rubbing my temple with my free hand, already feeling the onset of a migraine.His voice alone caused that."Is that any way to greet your fiancé?" I could practically hear the smirk in

I came to a stop at the edge of the stone railing, overlooking the London skyline. The air out here was cold, biting at the exposed skin of my shoulders.  Even without turning around, I was aware of William’s steady pace behind me. The sound of his shoes on the concrete stopped a few feet away.  "We are not getting married in two days," I muttered slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on that distant light of the city. This was happening so fast, it was becoming hard to process. "Yes we are," William replied. His voice was calm and detached. It held no room for negotiation. I turned to face him then, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. "It is too soon.” I try to reason, mainly because I could not see myself marrying him. I wanted him gone forever. “People will talk. You put me on the A.S.A. radar less than forty-eight hours ago. Now we are engaged and set to marry in two day