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Alex pipes in, “Yes, you no longer a Half Blood but a Full Blooded Vampire with 3 types to your make up. This also means you may have some other side effects, per what I have read while you were going through your change.” “I changed so much more than I thought I would.” “You are still Amber and just more. You're my beautiful Amber.” He grabs her in a hug and holds her close to him. She smelled amazing, like sex and sin all wrapped up in one. He lean down to kiss her, and crushed her in a long embrace, which went straight to her libido and she tackled him to the bed, ripping his close off him and devouring him in a lustful encounter.

A chilling shiver went up her back. Her heartbeat accelerated thumping like a war drum in her temples as it traveled down her spine. She whirled around again looking from one suspicious shadow to another and around the alley. nothing. Nothing at all. However the instinct that had prompted her to accelerate her pace a few minutes before was now yelling in the back of her mind alerting her to the fact that she was not alone. She called her voice more firm than she had imagined Whos there?. Even from a drunk or a thief she nearly hoped for a response—something concrete to face. However the wind was the only one to respond a high-pitched whistle that seemed to mock her boldness. Her cotton glove

However, it could’ve just been me imagining things. I walked toward the table. The Vampire had a nose piercing and looked still quite young, but the wisdom in his dark eyes told me otherwise. His hair was styled in spikes and his face had a dark, mischievous smirk. The hunter on the other hand was an old looking man with grey hair and a potbelly. He had piercing grey eyes and a look of tiredness on his face. As soon as I reached the table the vampire sniffed and beamed. "A Veneziano. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

She cocked her head while studying my disarray closely, “I see you beat me to it.” I gasped at the sound of her insinuation. It brought back far too vividly the memories of the night she’d prepared my body for my marriage bed. “You’re disgusting,” I said, vehemently. “Am I now?” she said with raised brow. “I would have thought that having turned vampire, you might long for my ministrations again. You so readily responded when you were human. It’s common knowledge that vampires aren’t as prudish about gender like humans.”

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

Before he came back in, I went straight to his room. I scanned the room carefully, my fingers brushing against the edge of his bookshelf. That was when I saw it. A book. It wasn’t like the other ones. Its leather cover was black and worn, the edges uneven, as if it had been opened too many times. I picked it up, my hands trembling just a little, and flipped it open. “To become human, you must have sex with many humans and drain their energy. This will make you human… and stop you from drinking human blood.”

Marcelo respectfully bowed before me. "Do you have any spells that can remove the impure blood of a vampire from my mate?" I asked him nonchalantly. The wizard was shocked to hear that my mate was a vampire, the enemy of wolves since the awakening. "Alpha, vampirism is not a curse. It seems like your mate died and was resurrected through the turning process. I have no power to reverse it," Marcelo explained. I let out a sigh of disappointment. I had expected Marcelo to have a solution for me. My request seemed simple enough, but apparently, no one could grant it.

3: Waxing Storm Elara’s lungs burned as they raced through the ancient forest, Kael’s massive hand gripping hers. Her body was changing—bones aching, senses sharpening with every stride. The waxing moon pulled at her emerging wolf blood, syncing with Kael’s growing rut. “They’re close,” Kael growled, golden eyes scanning the shadows. “Your coven wants us both drained.” A distant spell blast shook the trees. They dove into the ruins of an old lunar temple, collapsing behind fallen pillars. Dust settled around them. Elara’s heart pounded, fear mixing with unbearable heat between her thighs.