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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 was still stunned by the turn of events. She never knew that Alpha Zane would hug her to annoy his own wife. The incident made her smile triumphantly.Even the idea of returning to Alpha Qillalon's room did not seem to bother her.She knocked on the door while calling to him multiple times:"Alpha Qillalon.""Alpha?""Are you in there?""It's me, Vesper. Your personal Omega."To her surprise, Alpha Qillalon did not answer. She turned the doorknob and it opened. She glanced at both sides of the corridor, then discreetly entered the room. "Now is my time to snoop around." She said to herself as her heart pounded hard at every step she made. She felt that every step she took was heavier than the first one. She starts rummaging into Alpha Qillalon's cabinets where his shirts and pants are neatly hung and arranged in colors from the darkest to the lightest hue. "He is too neat. How can I ransack his closet without him noticing?" She yelled internally.She tried her best to carefull
Vesper was in a huge dilemma when Alpha Qillalon suddenly arrived when she was looking around his room. She had no time to hide herself or the item she found. Her mind was racing, she couldn't think straight. Her legs seemed glued to the floor, and she couldn't move. Her hands shaking, palms sweating profusely. Cold sweat formed on her face and forehead. "I needed to come up with something to distract him from checking out his drawers, I just needed a few seconds, but what could I do?" She asks herself. Everything seemed to move so slowly and in a split second she thought of an idea that might buy her some time, and she could get out with the item. But it will definitely destroy her dignity and self-esteem. She sighed profoundly and yelled at herself, trying to justify what was about to happen next. It was purely because of the tasks at hand, “I will take one for the team. For the investigation, I just needed to overwhelm him with my weirdness when he gets preoccupied. I will use
When Vesper left Alpha Qillalon's room,Alpha Qillalon breathes deeply as he is still in shock at how he behaved himself. What he did and said was totally out of his character. He could still feel that his cheeks and ears were burning red and when he stared at himself in the mirror he was stunned to see himself smiling. A rare sight for him to see. As he stopped smiling that day, he lost Mara and their baby. For many years, he felt that he did not deserve to be happy, that he was not worthy of being with someone else. But today he feels different. Today he knows he deserves happiness, he is ready to find one, and he knows who that person could be."Vesper Miles," he said to himself with a gleeful tone and a sweet grin on his lips.He was in a good mood that he didn't even notice that a piece of garment was sticking out of his drawer, his cabinet was in disarray, and the scar on his forehead seemed lighter than usual.Meanwhile, on the other side of the manor, inside one of the leisur
Delta Vicky’s eyes narrowed.She was thinking deeply.There was a voice in her head saying don’t do it, but with a few more words of encouragement and deceit from Eleanor, she brushed off her doubt and completely supported the plan.Oblivious to Eleanor's ploy against her, Vesper stayed in Velmont and Gertrude’s room for a while; she endured their mocking remarks, and she was starting to go feral on them. “Enough.” She yelled her voice too loud and anyone within the five-meter radius could hear her. Luckily, Gertrude’s magic muffled her loud growl, but her shout almost deafened Velmont and Gertrude.Velmont's hands were still covering his ears when he yelled back, “Chill, Vesper. No need to be hostile.” he said, then laughed mockingly. “Sorry, I still can’t get over your story.” He added while wiping the tears of joy forming in the corner of his eyes.Meanwhile, Gertrude glances at Vesper and then nonchalantly asks, “So what does it look like? Is it huge?” Vesper’s face immediately t
Stupefied... Vesper listened to Velmont's suggestion.She went back to the Barracks and hurriedly entered her chamber and secretly put Alpha Qillalon's undergarment inside a zip-locked bag and shoved it in the back of her luggage. Literal chills travel through her veins after hiding the Alpha's item. Her heart started pounding, and her hands were shaking. Flashing memories of his magnificent body enter her thoughts and her whole being is shaking in desire. She wants it. She wants to touch it. She knew if she asked him he would let her do it. She could still remember the feeling when he offered the boxer brief he was currently wearing, the way he stripped down, walked towards her and the tip of his hood poked through her belly, and how he shared his favorite secret place with her just to talk to her privately. The way he stared at her with his beautiful green eyes paired with his contagious notable smile. She shook her head and then said in disappointment, "What were you thinking? G
AFTER the call with Velmont.Gertrude started chanting in Latin. “Utens potestate lucis ac tenebrarum, quae mihi donatae sunt, creaturam te nullius movens, ad omnem motum Alphae speculandum et omnia refero ad suum dominum qui ego sum.”The air inside her room started to blow wildly, the light from the bulbs flickered and then the room darkened. The only thing glowing is the moon outside.Soon the lights switched on again and a small black circular mouthless creature with two pairs of wings and multiple eyes showed up.Shortly, Gertrude repeated her chant only this time in English.“Using the power of light and darkness gifted to me, I summon thee, a creature of none, to watch the Alpha's every movement and report everything to its master, which is I.” The creature's eyes narrowed as if telling her that it understood its mission. Soon the creature flew to Alpha Qillalon’s room and watched over him through the open window as he took his slumber. While Gertrude remains in her room lookin
Evie and Vesper are walking back to the barracks.Shortly, Vesper catches a glimpse of Velmont’s fast-moving car, and she immediately holds the talisman to speak to him. “Any news?” She asks.Velmont almost lost control of the car as he did not expect Vesper's voice to suddenly speak to him. “Bloody hell Vesper,” he yelled internally.“Sorry did I startle you?” Vesper asked while smiling faintly.Oblivious to Vesper’s mental conversation, Evie starts glancing towards her, and then she starts speaking to break the awkward silence between them. “Vesper, how is your day?” Evie mutters softly while her head is lowered and matches the speed Vesper walks. The latter ignored the question as she was still preoccupied with waiting for Velmont’s answer.“Vesper?” Evie repeated. Soon Vesper notices Evie’s soft gaze, then asks, “What is it?” Evie shook her head and lowered her head, then walked faster.Vesper brushed off Evie’s behavior and continued waiting for Velmont’s answer.“Yes, you star
In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight.Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile. The journey was far from over. The land and air transportation might have been guarded against them, with the Citadel Headquarters wolf packs blocking every known route to their heavily fortified stronghold, Citadel Manor.However, the Headmaster had long anticipated this. For years, he had been gathering fragments of knowledge, piecing together the hidden truths about the Citadel’s de
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