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IF THE MATE BOND HAS BEEN STRENGTHENED TO NEAR COMPLETION BY CLOSE PROXIMITY BUT NOT COMPLETED A REJECTION MAY CAUSE THE WOLF TO DIE IF IT ISN’T STRONG ENOUGH. This information is a little unsettling, especially the warning at the bottom, I am no werewolf but our connection has been there since she was 7 and has only gotten deeper over the past few months with her shift and everything that has been happening. I then switch to the Vampire book and find the section that I require and then read. (EXTRACTION FROM THE BOOK OF VAMPIRE) REJECTING ONE'S BELOVED - VAMPIRE TO VAMPIRE. This is very rare a Vampire rarely finds their beloved.

But was he strong enough to dent two motorcycles with only his hands? I felt like this research was starting to drive me crazy. I could hardly wrap my mind around all the stories I’ve been reading. Most of the pictures were similar to one another with the same wounds on their necks and pale white as the clouds. It was like whoever had done this had drained these people of every last drop of blood. Opening a new document, I began writing a new short story. A story about a charming vampire seducing a young girl. In the end, the girl becomes a vampire and began “hunting” in the city with the male protagonist.

AVA'S POV “For a queen you are, you're getting a bit too comfortable with these humans,” Rowan whispered, his breath tickling my skin and his voice husky and laced with a hint of warning. My gaze narrowed, eyes flashing red with a hint of danger as I took in his words. “And what makes you think so, my love?” I purred, my voice dripping with sweetness as my fingers trailed his bare chest down below to his hard member. Of course we were lying naked in all our glory, skin flawless yet had a pale color to it, and this was absolutely normal being vampires.

What was that supposed to mean? He blew out a long and tired sigh, taking her hand in his before placing a kiss in the middle of her palm. Coaxing her to rest it on his shoulder right after. The other one simply followed, her arms snaking around the back of his neck on their own accord. She continued to watch him. Gaze roaming over his face searchingly. "These roses on my body, these tattoos as you call them have appeared from the moment that I was turned into a vampire," he started to explain, his voice so calm and even.

She shrugged, “I don't know, I just thought being rich was another vampire trait, all the vampires I've ever read about are always stinking rich.” He chuckled as he answered, “Well, if you live that long and you're still broke, then something is definitely wrong. Most of us work different jobs in different places throughout our lifetime, gathering wealth over the years, that's why vampires are usually rich.” “Interesting. Tell me more about your book. What is it about and why did you lose your inspiration?” He had a faraway look in his eyes as he said, “It's a novel. A romance novel.” She raised her brows and gave him a teasing smile. “Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it a

And suddenly I feel chills run up my spine. Adrian turns to me with the full warmth of his attention. He takes my hand and presses a soft kiss across my knuckles. “Zoe. It is good to see you again. Especially without the interruptions from last time.” “Adrian.” I smile. “I’d love us to speak properly soon. Somewhere less…crowded, though.” His smile is warm, real. The kind that makes you feel seen. Lucien’s finger digs into the small of my back, hard enough that I have to fight the urge to flinch. The air between the two men grows sharp enough to cut.

Upon his movement, Amora responded instantly. With a quick movement, she pivoted, seizing his wrist and twisting it firmly. The vampire let out a groan of agony, releasing the knife as his arm broke under the strain. Amora acted quickly, jamming her elbow into his ribs and causing him to stagger backwards. Reaching for her dropped knife, she grabbed it off the ground as the confused vampire rushed towards her once more. With a swift slice, she carved deeply into his chest, causing him to reel in pain. However, the second vampire regained consciousness quicker than she had anticipated. He attacked her fiercely, growling, his eyes filled with rage. Amora managed to avoid it, but his hand grabb

He needs to do something about the bond. There has to be a way to break the bond. Arden would know. And if he doesn't, Lucas would. Lucas was the oldest vampire alive, and he also has the gift of healing. Not that vampires really needed healing. We have a special blood that heals us of every wound almost immediately. But, there are times Lucas skills came in handy. If Renee had brought him home when he collapsed, Lucas would have healed him. Why had he collapsed though? He can't seem to remember what happened that night. All he remembered was that he had smelled another vampire within the vicinity and had gone to search in the direction the smell was coming from thinking it was the lost one.

He gives an embarrassed chuckle, "It's like a wedding of sorts. Just a lot more... biting and usually sex." My whole face goes bright red, and so does Lucien's. It's not surprising, though. Azura used to read fantasy novels about vampires and werewolves, and I vaguely remember her talking about marking mates with each other's bites. I now wonder if those authors are Wolves. "We're a little different," He pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he smiles, "And we won't be completing our Nexus anytime soon." "Why, do you normally do that?"

I struggled to cover my body with the fabric as it fell opened with one hand while fending his advances off with the other. Looking back, it was foolish of me to even try to fight a vampire who was twice my size and four times my strength, but I did the best I could to the bitter end before he gained entry to my womanhood. Without the aphrodisiac affects to push my body to heights unknown and with all desire for him terminated, the experience was nothing short of tortuous. To add to the agony of the situation, he was driving into me with a pounding force that clearly showed how angry I’d made him. As if to solidify our bond, once again he planted his seed within my womb.