Behind him, a trail of bodies marked our passage—a grim reminder of the ruthlessness necessary to survive. We moved swiftly, feet pounding against the ground as we dashed toward the line of vehicles waiting at the edge of the battlefield. A dozen sleek, black vans were parked in formation, their engines purring, ready to carry us to safety. The vampires who’d driven them were positioned around the vehicles, their stances alert, weapons ready, forming a final line of defense against the enemies who surged toward us.As we neared the vans, the light witches moved to reinforce the protective ward, their chants lifting in harmony, voices blending into a sound that reverberated through the night. Our ward shimmered and brightened, growing thicker as it closed around us, sealing off the enemy's assault for just a few precious seconds. We had no time to lose. I cast a quick look back at Nossy, now immobilized and silent as White and Smooth shoved her into one of the vans.We’d made it this f
“We’re here, sweety pie,” I said. “Against all odds, we made it!”“You’re still in shock, Ollivara,” he said, his dark sapphire gaze roving over me to inspect any injury, but he was the one who was wounded. He was an alpha male to the bone.I shook my head. “I’m not in shock. I just feel a little high. You have to admit that I was super cool out there. I didn’t even freeze for one second when I saw blood. I didn’t flinch when that nine-foot-tall bear came after me.”“It was a little over four feet tall,” Jason said mildly.I stared at him.“You did well, though,” he added. “But even if you’d frozen or had a nervous breakdown in the heat of the battle, it’d be understandable.”“Thank you for your vote of confidence.” I bit my bottom lip, not happy that he wasn’t too impressed. I cheered up the next second. “I still can’t believe this—that we’re sitting here. I thought we were going to die.”I grinned at him. My heart warmed to him even more, for he’d refused to abandon me and stuck to h
I’d never felt this strongly toward him, even though I’d given him my virginity.But in Jason’s presence, my heart rate often increased, my nipples always hardened, my pussy ached with embarrassing need, and my every cell swirled alive on high alert.What was he to me that he outshone my supposed fated mate in every aspect?I fought a shudder as I tried to shake off a riot of emotions. If I let my feelings muddle my mind, I’d let them drive my actions. Then I’d end up where I’d started, like with Asshole. For my survival, I needed to focus on gritty reality and come up with some backup plans.“How did the witches and shifters find me so fast?” I asked, determined to distract myself from the lure of Jason and my worries over his condition—there was nothing I could do for him at the moment, but I’d take care of it later. “We avoided all the main roads, and I thought we’d t
My heart drummed erratically as a sudden vision—a shapeless horror—swirled in the back of my head. It might have something to do with being called Deathroh’s daughter by the dark witches when they hunted me in the forest. But how could Deathroh even have a daughter? Who could he even mate with?I had no idea about my origin, but I couldn’t be a child of the god of Death. There was already enough frantic talk about stopping Death from arriving, since he’d be worse than Sues. He wouldn’t just carry Suess torch. He’d finish the job that Sues hadn’t.Deathroh’s coming would mean the extinction of every life on Earth.I bet humans and supernaturals had been making preparations. And if anyone heard a whisper and thought I was Deathroh’s daughter—Just one rumor had made me a target already. The image of hunters, torches, arrows, and hounds targeting a lone girl like me kept flashing in my mind like a haunting nightmare that didn’t stop.Cold sweat dampened my armpits. Chills climbed up my s
Our fleet of vans shot toward the bridge ahead, and my pulse picked up. “No ambush this time please,” I murmured, staring at the bridge like an eagle, ready to leap out of the van at any time. If someone bombed this bridge, we’d all plunge into the water far beneath.“Relax. We’ve got it all covered,” White said. “Our warriors are patrolling the area.”I didn’t relax, but I let out a breath of relief when our fleet passed over the bridge and it remained standing. It seemed that with Jason, I had better luck.As the sky brightened, the lake turned out to be the bluest water I’d ever seen. Behind the lake were colorful mountains. The sudden serenity almost felt surreal after a hard battle.“The west has its own laws and rules,” White continued. “No supernaturals or humans dominate Utah, though there’re a few religious groups that gather big crowds and preach the coming of the end of the world. They don’t bother us, as we don’t invade the lands where their clans reside.”“I thought you
This room stirred up memories of Alpha’s son. The night after he’d had me, he’d brought me to his suite, a place that radiated luxury and privilege. Yet, even when I foolishly thought we had a future, I hadn’t felt like I fit in there.The memory still stung, sharper than I wanted to admit. Not because I harbored any lingering feelings for Asshole—that part of me had died the moment he’d slipped that ring onto her finger. No, the pain was rooted in something deeper. In the way he’d played on my vulnerability, fooled me into thinking I was special to him, only to discard me when it suited him. I’d almost let him stomp on my dignity and self-worth like a stain on his suit.He’d left his cousin to settle me in, and I’d spent the night alone, sleeping on his spotless sofa. A day later, Asshole proposed to my rival, slipping a huge diamond onto her finger. I clenched my fists, remembering that day, how I’d sat on that cold, unforgiving sofa in his suite, surrounded by all his gaudy display
The two servants entered, their movements graceful and precise, as if every step had been carefully rehearsed. I grinned at them, glancing down at the array of dishes they balanced on their trays. Despite my smile, they kept their gazes respectfully lowered, not daring to meet my eyes.“Put the dishes on that pink ivory table,” I instructed, gesturing toward the delicate table in the center of the room. “I’ll enjoy them slowly, savoring every bite.”They didn’t respond verbally, but they moved swiftly, arranging the plates and glasses with practiced hands. Every dish looked artfully presented, each item spaced just right, as though even the simplest meal had to match the luxury of the room. One of the girls stepped forward and pulled out a velvet balloon chair for me, and I arched an eyebrow in surprise.“That’s nice,” I said, genuinely pleased. “Thank you.”After I settled onto the plush chair, she gently placed a folded violet napkin onto my lap, her movements soft but precise.“I’m
Two vampire guards flanked the massive redwood double doors, their black leather coats glistening in the dim hallway light. Their gazes were sharp, unyielding, and each was as still as a statue. Beside them stood Henry, the cantankerous old butler, guiding a small group of humans toward the entrance—two young women and a young man, all with downcast eyes and subdued postures. Their anxious expressions made it clear they weren’t there by choice.A wave of instinctive protectiveness surged through me. There was no way I’d let them step inside and reach Jason. Without hesitation, I slid between the group and the door, reaching for the bronze knocker to lean on it in what I hoped was a firm yet casual pose.“How’s everyone doing tonight?” I asked with a grin, feigning an easygoing charm.They all stopped, shooting me looks that could have burned through steel. So much for pleasantries.The butler’s lip curled, his eyes narrowing at me. “What brings you here, Lady Ollivara?” His tone was p
The chains of Wenally’s enchantment shattered around me, disintegrating into shimmering silver dust that scattered over the blood-soaked battlefield. My knees buckled, the weight of the carnage pressing down on me, but I caught myself, gripping Jason’s bloodied sword in one hand and a smaller dagger in the other. Each breath burned, but I forced myself to stand, trudging forward through the chaos.Death was everywhere. It hung in the air, thick and suffocating, mingling with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Witches, wolves, beasts—too many lives had been lost. My chest tightened as I stepped over broken bodies, my eyes darting between fallen friends and foes alike.This wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre.The ground trembled beneath me.A shadow loomed overhead, blocking the faint sunlight. My heart stuttered as a monstrous two-headed beast swooped in, claws slashing with deadly precision. The creature was enormous, its twin heads snarling like rabid dogs, their glowing eyes locki
It felt like wading through a simmering pool of quicksand in the heart of a cyclone. Ignoring the frostbite biting at my fingers and the fire scorching my toes, I kept running—desperately—towards my shackled friends.“Patrick!” He yelled as I stopped before them, his voice trembling with urgency.Patrick, like all shifters, was massive. But up close, he dwarfed even Asshole’s wolf, who had seemed so imposing from a distance. Patrick’s wolf groaned low, a sound laden with pain and longing. His eyes lingered on Diane and Paris, silently pleading for me to save them first.“I’m here,” I assured him, my voice steady despite the storm raging in my chest. “I’ll heal you, okay?”Patrick’s wolf dipped its head in acknowledgment, blood splattering from his muzzle. My stomach churned. I turned my gaze to Diane and realized her fur wasn’t merely orange as I had thought earlier—it shimmered unnaturally.“Is Diane under Sue’s enchantment?”Patrick’s wolf nodded again, his anguish plain.Damn it. I
Gritting his teeth, Alpha Jehg tried to steady his vision, but it was already blurring. He stumbled, tripping over a twisted root protruding from the ground, and fell forward, his balance failing him. The ground felt cold and unforgiving against his palms, and he knew that even his survival instincts were faltering. Lifting his head, he saw his son’s wolf stalking closer, a twisted grin spread across its face. Slowly, the beast loomed over him, savoring the moment. With a disturbing swiftness, his son transformed back into his human form, naked and confident, his smirk gleaming with malice.Asshole’s knee came up sharply, smashing into the alpha’s face with brutal force. The world tilted, and before he could gather his senses, Asshole grabbed the alpha’s own sword, twisting it before stabbing it straight through his father’s back and heart. Blood spurted from the wound, splattering across his son’s face and chest. Alpha Jehg felt his strength ebbing, his limbs growing heavier as he tr
He could feel his son’s presence in the air, a dark energy lurking just beyond sight, an ominous aura that seemed to chill the very air around him. It was his scent—distinct, thick, and somehow altered, as if his son himself had changed into something beyond mortal understanding. The stench of dark magic clung to it, tainted and raw, setting Alpha Jegh's instincts on edge. Somewhere nearby, Asshole was watching, biding his time. Alpha Jegh’s heart pounded as he called out, his voice steady but laced with an unspoken challenge."My son! Show yourself!" His voice echoed through the woods, reaching into the mist, reverberating with an authority that could have stirred the dead. But the only response was silence, heavy and oppressive.Alpha Jegh summoned his power, casting a thick mist across the clearing in an attempt to shield the cottage from Asshole's view. The enchantment shimmered, tendrils of fog weaving between the trees like protective arms. For a moment, he thought it might work
The vision flickered for a moment, as if the connection was weakening, but it surged back, stronger now, pulling me deeper into their world. It wasn’t just a glimpse; it was a full-blown scene, unfolding before my very eyes. They were speaking to each other in low, hurried tones, their words barely audible, but I could feel the weight of their conversation. It was a secret—something they didn’t want anyone to hear, something they feared might get out. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to look away, to shut it all out, but I couldn’t. I was trapped in this vision, forced to witness their exchange, to understand the depths of their lies and their twisted plans.I felt a presence behind me then—a darker force, something ancient and terrifying, pulling at the edges of my consciousness. The vampire, my vampire, was still there, watching, waiting, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, as if he too had seen this moment unfold before.I wanted to scream, to ask what it meant, but th
It was the kind of bond that blurred the line between necessity and danger—a volatile, inescapable symbiosis that would define us for eternity. We were entangled, codependent in ways both intoxicating and destructive, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Let the world gossip, let them judge; their opinions were dust compared to the way we fit together, imperfect and undeniable.The Vampire King was mine, and I was his Bride. His first, his only. We weren’t just bound by choice but by destiny, written into each other’s stories with strokes so ancient and primal that even the gods themselves would falter if they tried to sever us.A mythic resonance thrummed through my veins, a pulse that echoed the timeless power of our union. It lived in my blood, threaded through my marrow, singing the truth of what we had become. The mating ritual was complete, though no chronicler would dare capture its brutal, beautiful details. No one would write of the raw force of his dominance, the way our bod
I sank down his length, slowly at first before I slammed into its base. We both gasped at the impact. His shaft was so deep inside me I believed its tip had gotten into my womb.Grabbing his shoulders to anchor me, and with my feet planted on either side of his powerful thighs, I started to move up and down his long, hard length. It was fun. I picked up speed before I halted.I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to enjoy the fullness his rock-hard cock made me feel. It was so massive that it filled up every inch of space and stretched my walls deliciously. Without me needing to move and work hard, pleasure already swelled within me.Jason, however, didn’t understand the beauty of being still. He gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his length while he thrust up into me with savage force. And people called me a barbarian!I moaned and cried at the increasing pleasure. I opened my eyes to gaze at the vampire and signaled him to let me do the rest of the work. I then rode hi
His hand cupped my heavy breast, fondling it roughly. His tongue moved to lick my pussy, its wicked tip twirling around my folds, and his mouth closed around them and suckled so hard I cried out. He kept sucking me skillfully, and I grabbed the sheets to anchor myself.Oh gods. Just as I thought I wouldn’t last, his tongue brushed open my plump folds and thrust into my slit. My inner walls immediately clamped down on his tongue, making him growl.My tight passage burned like lava, and his tongue was like delicious ice driving inside. It twirled and thrust deeper, caressing my walls sweetly and dangerously. Pleasure rocked to my nerve endings, and my body trembled.When he thumbed my aching clit without care and his tongue fucked me harder and harder, I exploded unexpectedly. I raised my torso to grab his silky hair and watched him drink my juices greedily.Was this kind of foreplay leading up to dirty sex? I looked forward to more dirty stuff. He extracted his tongue. Before I could
“Do I look like a psychic to you?” I snapped, irritated by the assumption that I’d regret it. I was still a little pissed at his earlier smugness, but I refused to back down now. “I’m not a fortune teller. You want to fuck me? Then let’s do it. We can worry about regrets later.”He eyed me, his gaze now dark with interest and amusement, but there was something else there too—tenderness, maybe, though it was hidden behind the layers of his gruff exterior. “You’re jealous,” he observed, his voice softer now, almost teasing.“Not jealous,” I lied, though I could feel the twinge of it. “Just don’t expect me to let you off the hook that easily.”He sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. “No one deserves a pass on what I did to you,” he admitted, his voice full of guilt and something else—regret, perhaps. “I don’t blame you for hating me. I’ve hated and loathed myself for ages.”I softened a little at his confession, though I still wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. For over a centur