A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride

The mere thought of teeth—sharp, deadly teeth—sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins. My fingers tingled, and all I could think was: Get out of this cell. Now.Yeah, if only my legs would cooperate.Instead, I was frozen, shackled to the wall, my body stiff as a board.Then his power hit me—an invisible wave that didn’t hurt, but wanted to connect. My skin buzzed with static, as if his presence was a live wire sparking against me. Every part of me recognized what I was facing: a predator. My hybrid instincts woke up, a primal hunger that overpowered my fear. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so alive—so electrified.I shook off the momentary weakness. Play it cool, Phia, I told myself. Don’t let him see how scared you are.“Took you long enough, Mr. Kind Sir,” I purred, my voice light, teasing. But inside, my heart raced. “I mean... King?” The last word slipped from my mouth awkwardly, a squeak I couldn't control. Great. Just great. I quickly smothered the urge to bolt for t

I fought against the urge to lean closer, to breathe him in deeper, to taste the power coursing through his veins. I was a wolf, and wolves don’t prey on each other. But the struggle was becoming more difficult with each heartbeat as my body reacted to his presence in ways I couldn’t fully comprehend.“What are you waiting for?” Irritation dripped from his rich, cultured voice, each syllable a sharp jab. “Drink!”“Who do you think I am, vampire?” I hissed, fighting against the primal urge within me. I willed my fangs to retract, but they remained defiantly extended, a cruel reminder of my hunger, which was intensifying with every passing moment. My muscles cramped, a taut reminder of my desperate need.“A bit shy now?” he sneered, the amusement in his tone cutting deeper than any blade. “Considering how you used to be insatiable and drain everything in your path, this is quite the change.”I frowned at him, “Don’t pin all this shit on me like the others!”I struck a leg out toward him

The fact gnawed at me, filling me with dread. My kind was rare, powerful, and unpredictable. I mean, since ancient times, I've been the first in this millennium. I heard a myth about hybrids—half vampire, half wolf—but it was just a myth from a very long time ago. There were people, creatures even, who would do unspeakable things to harness that power. But not him.No. I shook my head, trying to dispel the grotesque witches, forcing myself to focus. This vampire—this dangerous, vicious being standing before me—wouldn’t do that to me. He was lethal, no doubt about that, but he hadn’t betrayed me yet. I’d seen something in his eyes back when he found me, half-dead and surrounded by witches. They were about to slice me open like a lab rat, and he’d stormed in, unleashing hell and tearing them apart with raw, destructive power. His fury had been terrifying, but it hadn’t been directed at me. He’d saved me. He’d killed nearly all of them.I couldn’t forget that.“How did you get in?” I ask

With my renewed energy, provided by the vampire king’s blood, I shot to my feet. This time, I stood steady as a rock, a sense of strength humming through my bones. The expected vertigo didn’t hit. My vision was sharp, my senses heightened, and the dull ache in my limbs had vanished as though it had never existed.Adrenaline streamed through my veins, making me feel invincible. My heart pounded in sync with this newfound power, each beat echoing the surge of energy coursing through me. But I warned myself not to get ahead of things. That kind of arrogance could easily get me killed in this place, especially considering the dangers lurking beyond these walls.I jogged out of the cell, my legs steady, my breath even, and followed the vampire down the dim, shadowed corridor. His broad form moved with a grace that was almost unnatural, barely making a sound on the stone floor, but there was a tension in his shoulders that I didn’t miss. He was focused, his eyes scanning the darkness as tho

I hadn’t been able to familiarise myself with this compound. None of the shifters were nice enough to offer me a tour. The shifters weren’t a polite species.First, Oldy and his goons had shot me down from the wall of the Shifters Uni, then they drugged me, blindfolded me, and dragged me to this compound.When I woke up, I’d found myself in confined quarters. Then I’d pick a fight with the Alpha’s son and split his lip since I refused to be his mate. While I was riding him, not in a sexual way (no way would I ever let him touch me again), but pounding my fists into his ears,Oldy and his minions shot me with enough drugs to take down a horse.So I’d kissed the ground again, waking up in that special cell. So, no, I wasn’t going to run blindly and then end up where I’d started.“Trust issues?” Jason asked, arching an eyebrow.“I bet you aren’t a regular here,” I said against the wind.“And I don’t plan to be,” he confirmed.“The shifters would wait for hell to freeze over before they l