The Alphas' Porn Star Mate
When the fog settled, we were back in the Victorian era, right when the man was ordering for my copy to be killed.
Right before the first knight could stride my clone down, giant wolves leapt through the windows, their paws crunching the broken glass on the ground. The wolves fought with the knights, and then a darker figure floated into view from the darkness in the corner. He was a vampire. I could tell from the red tint in his eyes. He looked lethal, glaring at the old man who struck the woman down, but when she saw the vampire, she got up and ran to him. She wasn’t scared. She clung to him like I would cling to Mick or Miles.