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Alpha Qillalon stood on the 76th floor of Citadel Headquarters floor-to-ceiling window. He is physically present, but his mind travels back to six years ago.Where the young Alpha Qillalon first set foot at the Citadel headquarters in the city center. The building is a towering 76th floor, and it's the center of the business of Citadel Pharmaceutical. He was standing outside admiring the beautiful architectural design. When suddenly a woman bumps into him. It’s a she-wolf. He could smell her scent. Strong. Alluring. Captivating.When he saw her face, it was love at first sight. The cliché, everything in slow motion, and butterflies in the stomach can’t even bring justice to what he feels. Her beauty is beyond comparison to any wolf he's seen before. Her long brown wavy hair, light brown eyes, and heart-shaped mouth are created by the moon goddess in perfection. He almost gasped when the she-wolf apologized and bowed her head to him.As if he is in a trance, he follows her inside the bu
Two years after Eleanor's rejection.Qillalon attended an underground meeting as a stand-in on his father’s behalf. Deal between two organized crime groups that were held in a casino, he sat comfortably inside one of the VVIP rooms; playing poker, and drinking bourbon, surrounded by a bunch of lewd women of different sizes, colors, and shapes.He finds it boring. Waste of time. He kept on drinking his heart out while observing the obscenity of humans in front of him. Then a sweet scent caught his attention. He sniffs the air and locates its origin. It’s from the girl who entered with Henry Sansbury, the head of the organization he is about to make a deal with.Later, he was introduced to her. Her name is Mara Sansbury, Henry’s only daughter. She has short blonde hair, a pointy nose, and full lips. Her heterochromia makes her unique. Her left eye is green, and the other one is blue. She has a beautiful, contagious smile and a small physique that makes her look fragile with a scent of da
ALPHA Qillalon was brought back to his senses when he heard Elder Mauritius' voice.“Qilli, tell the Delta to prepare the cars we are heading home.”He nodded and notified the Deltas. After a few minutes, they said that the cars were ready.The journey back to the Manor was dead silence. Elder Mauritius looks exhausted and Alpha Qillalon seems gloomier now than before, heading to Citadel Headquarters. None of the wolves around their presence wants to speak.Shortly, Elder Mauritius broke the silence.“Do you remember what I told you before, Qilli?”Alpha Qillalon glanced at the Elder, who was staring outside the window looking at the city lights.“The vision?” He asks;“Yes, that this day will be the day. Well…” He paused and Qillalon held his breath patiently waiting for him to finish. “That day ain’t today.”Mauritius laughs.Alpha Qillalon heaves a sigh of relief and then grins.“The vote is zero to five. None of the other Elders wants me gone. They still need me.”“As expected, Eld
After days of waiting.The searcher finally found a copy of the book and sent photos to Velmont.The copy is more of a replica of the original, but the owner swore that the replica is 100% the same as the original that was made in 1321.They checked all the pages and found that the relic was listed there. The golden charm is part of the sacrificial dagger they use in the ritual. Just by looking at the image in the book, the dagger does not correspond to any wound that was inflicted on any of the victims. The victim's wounds are clean-cut, but the dagger is serrated on both edges, giving it a unique marking once it is used.Based on the book, to make an offering to the goddess of youth, the ritual needs a dagger and a female sacrifice. The human sacrifice needs to lie inside a circle made of a combination of human ashes and lamb’s blood. Then, using the remaining lamb’s blood, the offeror needs to write a specific set of incantations on the human sacrifice, then the sacrifice will be st
A KNOCK disturbed Alpha Zane’s slumber and when he moved near the door a familiar scent entered his nostrils. He immediately opens the door and says:“What are you doing here?”“What kind of question is that? I’m here to visit you, my beloved husband.” Said Eleanor. As she flirtatiously moves her hands around Zane's bare chest.“You should have called me first,” he stated, his voice containing a mild annoyance. “Then it wouldn't be a surprise if I did that,” she exclaimed. She then pushed the door wider and entered the room. She felt offended at how Zane talked to her. She angrily sat on the bed. “Why are you acting as if you didn’t miss me?” She mutters, arms crossed. Glaring at him.“Of course, I miss you. I always do.” He declared and then sat beside her. Nuzzling her neck and caressing her thighs. He glanced at the clock and saw it was only four o’clock in the morning. “It’s still early, let's stay in bed.” He whispered to her ear, mischievously hinting at something dirty. “How
Almost two decades ago.Zane Carmichael and Eleanor Zalk initially met when they were ten. When Eleanor's family came to the United States, leaving their native country, Scotland, they left everything behind to start fresh, as the Zalk family got into trouble with the law in Kinsale town on the southern coast of Scotland. They were hunted by different packs in the country as Eleanor's father, Evan, made under-the-table deals with humans to use the land shared by different packs as a passageway for drugs to enter the country.For Eleanor. Regardless of her illicit family background, she remains a strong advocate for honesty and honor. She believed that everything could be achieved the right way.Though, the two went to the same school and grew up on the same streets. Their story began as a form of rivalry: upping one another in almost everything. Academics. Wolf training. Sparring.Then they became friends as they had a lot in common. They want to be the best version of themselves. They
“I want you to do something for me.” Alpha Zane says to Alpha Cain, who’s been lifting weights in the gym.“Another favor? You haven’t paid me for the last one.” Cain replied, with curiosity in his voice.“What payment do you want?”“Can’t think of anything at the moment. What favor do you want from me?”“That Omega. The one with a pale face.”“Vesper?”“Yeah! Make her Qillalon’s personal slave.”Alpha Cain was dumbfounded that he almost lost grip on the weights he was lifting. He stared at Zane with scrutiny, he knew why he requested it.“Consider it done.” Cain declared. Zane left the gym with a grin on his lips.“Ah, love and jealousy.” He mumbles to himself.Soon a notification was sent to Delta Dimitry.**Meanwhile...Alpha Qillalon was in his room reading a book when he heard a knock. He opened the door and saw Delta Dimitry and Vesper hiding behind him. She no longer has bandages on her face and the scars are almost invisible. There’s a hint of fear and uneasiness in her scen
With a heavy heart, Eleanor could only walk alongside her husband. Every step is heavier than the other. Her eyes reddened in rage, envy, and embarrassment. She only spoke when they got inside their room.“You planned this didn’t you?” She says with a shaky voice.Zane did not speak and only side-eyed her.“That Omega… You put her there didn’t you?” She repeats, wanting some confirmation to a question she already knew the answer.“Does it matter? Whether I did it or not. It will not change the fact that Qillalon likes Vesper.” His words are sharper than ever.She gasped, “She’s bad for….”“... And you think you're good for him?” Zane intervenes. “Move on Eleanor! You chose me.” He yells as he moves near her. Their faces are almost touching.“That’s not what I mean…” She responded, lowering her head along with her voice. “She did that to herself. She burned herself.”“Did she really?” Zane says mockingly.SLAP!His tone offended her and she failed to control herself. Both of them are du
Vesper walked through the mist, her shoes made a soft crunching sound on the gravel path.The wind blew wildly, tinged with dew, but what caught her attention was the inviting aroma the air brought her way. She swiveled her head and saw it was hovering from a small roadside diner up ahead.She stopped dead in her tracks and slightly tilted her head in curiosity.She sniffed the air deeply. Her eyes dilated and her lips curled up in excitement.The smell of bacon, sausage, pancakes, and waffles. The scents swirled together in a harmony that tugged at something deep inside her, something she hadn’t felt in years.Her stomach growled. The sound startled her, raw and unfamiliar, like a ghost from a past life. Hunger. Real hunger. Not the gnawing thirst of fresh blood from still pulsating veins she’d come to know so well, the one that had made her an outsider to the simpler joys of life. This was something... different. Something human.She could feel saliva starting to build up in her mou
In Alpha Qillalon’s room…The room was dark, cloaked in a soft amber glow cast by flickering sconces on the stone walls. Dust motes swirled lazily in the stale air, disturbed by Quillion's first breath in what felt like an eternity.His eyes fluttered open, their sharp silver irises gleaming like molten steel as they adjusted to the half-light. His body felt heavy and stiff as if the days of slumber had left an echo of time in his bones. But the moment of disorientation was brief; his instincts flared to life with a sharp clarity.He pushed himself upright, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders. The silken robes over his frame shimmered faintly with the runes woven into their fabric. His gaze swept the chamber, a silent predator assessing his domain. The room bore the mark of his legacy—tapestries of battles long past, shelves of ancient tomes, and an ornate staff resting in its cradle near the grand window. But there was one glaring absence."Qilli..." he whispered, his voic
Vesper resumed her journey to her unknown destination. She’s not even sure what got into her when she asks Carmilla and Elijah to join her in the fight she's uncertain of attending. She clenched her aching chest and lowered her head. She could no longer bear the longing, “May…be… I do care for him and genuinely like him…” She whispered in the air. The coldness of the wind seemed to remind her of her lonesome life.Mindlessly she found herself in front of the saloon again. She spun around and made a beeline for the opposite side, but there was a nagging feeling in her urging her to see Baltazar one last time. She moved her feet back to the saloon’s direction as she smiled faintly. When she entered, the three young vampires were still there talking to Baltazar as if asking for more information about her.Their eyes met, and the young vampires immediately left the place. Almost stumbling on the floor, the door, and the cold pavement outside. She could hear the loud pounding of their h
In the Citadel Headquarters command center.Alpha Barkus stared at the flickering monitor, his face darkening as the last footage from the mercenary’s live camera before they got blown out by explosives played out. The feed was shaky, the view obstructed by debris and flashes of light. Then, there it was—the unmistakable silhouette of Citadel Manor, its spires piercing the night sky. The image was clear enough to make his jaw tighten.Beta Lisara, standing at his side, leaned in closer. “Citadel Manor,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “They’re planning an attack, aren’t they?”Alpha Barkus’s eyes narrowed as the screen shifted, showing the maps. Arrows and marks scrawled across the image pointed directly at the manor’s defenses and weak points.“They’ve been planning this for a while,” Alpha Barkus growled. His fists clenched at his sides. “But why the Citadel manor and not the Headquarters?”Beta Lisara’s gaze hardened. “It's less guarded. No humans in sight within the mano
The headlights of the black truck cut through the deepening dusk as Rico and his friends drove Vesper. They followed the winding dirt road to the ranch. Memories surged into her with every mile. Soon they reached the entrance of the ranch. "You can drop me on the arch," Vesper demanded with a cold, menacing voice.Rico slammed the break immediately, as he was eager to get her out of the car. She stepped out of the front passenger seat.She closed the door with great strength, and it made the whole car shake and the window glass shattered instantly.The 3 young vampires gasped in fright. They thought the car would roll down the road."Why is she so strong?" Rico asks via a mental link to his friends.Ron gulps down slowly. "Don't ask me, dude. You're the one who said we could have fun with her because she smells like a newly turned vampire. No new vampire has eyes like hers." He replied in fear. He could feel cold sweat forming on his back.While Jericho remains silent as he pees hims
The wind carried whispers of the past, sweeping across the barren plains as Vesper continued to walk into the remnants of Adobe Walls, Texas. The town wasn’t much—a ghost of its former self—but its echoes held stories she needed to remember.It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her. She rummaged in her pocket, took one of the rings out, and wore it in her forefinger. It immediately altered her scent. “For protection,” she mumbled, then her attention landed on the other ring in her pocket—The ring for the mental link. One call and she knew Qillalon would be running to her like a wild beast hungry for her attention. She smiled bitterly as she hid the mental link ring. She resumed walking, her boots crunching against the gravel. The air smelled of mesquite and history, the kind of scent that clung to you like an old memory. She adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding her face from the sinking moonlight, and scann
Inside Elder Mauritius’ chamber, the smell of aged parchment and burned incense is in the air. The Elder is trying to calm the chaos in his mind.But none could pacify the flickering fire inside him.The Elder sat in his cushioned office chair, his form stooped and frail, yet his piercing eyes burned with the sharpness of a man who had seen too much.Around his neck hung a necklace hidden under his thick clothing. Its delicate gold chain seemed almost alive as it glimmered faintly in the warm light, and the pendant—a beautifully decorated vial that contains concentrated nightshade mixed with vervain—looked as though it had been crafted by a master artisan. But the object held an ominous venom. A venom he prepared for Vesper in case she goes rogue.He discreetly felt the vial under his clothes, “So she’s not coming back?” He uttered his voice sounding conflicted rather than relieved. He should be happy, but knowing that they are still in the dark about the Headmaster’s plan, it's bett
In the dead of night.The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real.It was the Troll attack again.He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.His dream replayed how she removed her ring and her scent hit him first: rich and dark, an intoxicating mix of earth and metal, tinged with something sharp and unnatural. Then came her strength—unnatural, otherworldly. He saw her lift a Troll twice her size and hurl it like it weighed nothing. And finally, those eyes—obsidian black, as if they absorbed the moonlight instead of reflecting it.In his dream, a voice whispered through the chaos—a revelation so shocking that Delta
The car rumbled gently along the winding country road, its headlights cutting through the thickening dusk. Raindrops began to splatter against the windshield, each one blurring the path ahead. Inside, Alpha Qillalon gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale against the dim glow of the dashboard. His emerald eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, stared straight ahead, unseeing. “She said she'd try…” he whispered to himself, his voice breaking in the hollow silence of the car as he remembered how she pleaded for him to let her go. The words looped in his mind, intertwining with the rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers. “She said she needed space to think.” He let out a long, trembling breath. The weight of her absence pressed against his chest like a stone. The certainty of her words still lingered in his mind, "At least take the ring with you and reach me whenever." The only thing he could utter. She took the rings and wore them. Her scent, power, and looks dialed down enorm