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Inside Alpha Qillalon’s room.“You marked her?” Quillion shouted in disappointment. “Why?”Qillalon shrugs, “I actually don’t know. There’s this nagging feeling I can’t stop thinking of her and when she gets into trouble I can’t help to lose myself."Quillion held his son’s shoulders firmly. “Listen to me and listen closely. I want you to reject her and break the bond.” Qillalon frowned, “No–”“—You have to.” Quillion roared at him. “You don’t know her—”“—And you do?” Qillalon inquired as he intently stared at his father. Quillion was at his wit's end. He wanted to tell his son the truth, but he knew it wouldn’t change his son’s mind. Instead of rejecting Vesper, he knew his son would hate him more for abandoning her in the Gobi Desert. On the other hand, if he tells Mauritius about Vesper and Mauritius kills her, his son might die with her. He didn't know what to do when suddenly Qillalon told him a detail that made him realize something. MEANWHILE…Inside the detectives' room…“
Vesper growled and swiftly held Quillion’s neck. She’s planning to break it.“What if I just kill you now and throw your body where no one would find it, in case someone did, we could simply blame it on the Omega killer.” She proposes. Quillion changed to his wolfish eyes. “I never saw her coming. Am I too old or is she really this strong?” He asks himself as he acts cool while staying alert.“Vesper!” Velmont shouted. “Unhand him.”“Why? Is he that important to this investigation?” Vesper exclaimed.Gertrude sighed deeply and then clasped her hands. “Velmont, maybe it's time to tell her everything," she said.Vesper gritted her teeth and stared at Velmont, waiting for him to speak.“Let him go, and I’ll tell you everything about it.” He demanded.Gradually, Vesper let go of Quillion. “Let's sit this one out,” Gertrude suggested.Soon Velmont finally told them what they learned from their investigation.“We need all the help we can get. We need to catch a bigger and stronger enemy ou
Eleanor was pacing back and forth in the guest bedroom, “How could Qillalon mark that weak Omega when I'm already in the process of breaking things up with Zane? Did Qilli forget I’m his true love?” She yelled internally. Shortly after, someone knocked on the door.“Come in,” she yelled, feeling aggrieved.“Eleanor, I heard the rumors, are they true?” Delta Selene asked eagerly.“Yes,” Eleanor replied with anger in her voice.Delta Selene sighed profoundly, “I guess our plan to throw Vesper out of the manor is no longer possible.” She pointed out in relief.“It's still a go, but I’m afraid it will be trickier,” Eleanor remarked as her eyes darkened."Are we still going to use Alpha Mercimer’s cufflinks?" Selene asked.Eleanor nodded.“But is that enough for him to reject her?” She thought to herself.MEANWHILE…At Alpha Qillalon’s Chamber…Vesper was sulking. She hated that they tricked her into taking the blood oath, “The only good thing I got in this blood oath is the reality that
Vesper cautiously removed Alpha Qillalon’s arms around her, but before she could get out of bed he grabbed her again, “Go back to sleep. I’ll try to return before you wake up,” she whispered in his ear coaxingly. He grunted and let go of her hand. She picked up her clothes that were scattered on the floor and quietly wore them.She went to the infirmary with Alpha Qillalon’s scent all over her body. She didn’t need to speak to tell anyone what happened during her stay in his room.“I’m literally sleeping with the son of my enemy.” She said under her breath.“But what can I do? I feel what he feels, and it's so fucking good— It’s addicting. I can’t get enough of it.” She sighs in disappointment. “This case needs to be closed soon or else this ring…” She mumbles as she stares at the ring on her forefinger. “Will make me more vulnerable to emotions and this might be the death of me.” She mumbles as she bites her lower lip. Imagining all the things he made her feel. She can’t help but b
Elder Mauritius was sitting quietly in his study room when suddenly someone knocked on the door. Without any delay, he permitted the person to enter the room.“What brings you here, Cain?” The elder asks in curiosity.Alpha Cain gulps down slowly. Even with his massive burly build, he still finds himself afraid of the old man in front of him.“It's about the probies that reached 1 month,” Alpha Cain expresses.“What about them?” The elder questioned as he motioned for the Alpha to sit.“I know there were tragedies from left and right, but despite that, I think my probies deserve a small moving-up ceremony inside the Citadel Manor.” The Alpha explains as he fidgets in his seat like a child asking his parents for a party.Elder Mauritius narrowed his gaze and sighed deeply. “Sure. When are you planning this move up?” he asked casually.“I was hoping once Gamma Sevy woke up the doctors said his recovery was promising, and he should wake up any day now. He’s actually one of the reasons wh
“So what did the witch say?” Alpha Qillalon asks as they walk to the hallway that leads to the garden.Vesper’s hand trembled but hid it immediately, “Like what I told you. My injuries made my psyche unreachable.” She lied casually.They soon reached the garden. He smiled faintly and turned his head to her with an inviting gaze. “How about we run together before heading to the barracks?” Alpha Qillalon asked as he slowly changed to his wolf form. His body grows larger and more muscular, and his fur emerges.His claws were drawn, his ears shifted position, and the bones on his back rearranged, and she could hear them moving, extending, and growing to unleash his magnificent beastly form.Vesper gasped in awe. “You’re huge.” She muttered as she closed her eyes, thinking of the last wolf she saw that fully transformed into a massive file of beastly form none of them was as majestic as his. Alpha Qillalon's sharp fangs, and deadly claws in contrast with his beautiful emerald eyes. He ro
Velmont was sitting quietly while reading an old incantation book. He is waiting patiently for Gamma Sevy to wake up again and speak to him before he can announce what he knows to everyone.Velmont kept sighing while his eyes moved from the book to the Gamma’s location.As he continued this routine, he soon met the Gamma’s eyes staring blankly at him.Gamma Sevy coughs and turns to the other beds. He caught Jolly’s scent and turned to her location. She’s sleeping soundly while her body is still filled with bandages.He continued to glance around the room, “Where’s Vesper?” He asked in concern.Velmont immediately closed the book he was reading and called for Gertrude, who took a quick shower.The witch hurriedly ran to the infirmary the moment she heard Velmont’s voice via a mental link.She was panting, and her curly hair was still wet when she entered the room.“Siccus. Sicca. Siccum,” she mumbled a chant, and soon her hair was dry and was styled.“Silentium,” she uttered, and the ro
“What are you doing?” Eleanor uttered in despair. She knew that Qillalon had already slept with Vesper but seeing it happen right before her eyes, it stung like a dagger laced with poison. Her heart shattered at the scene.Meanwhile, Alpha Qillalon and Vesper were both stunned to see her there; they were so lost at the moment that they didn’t notice her presence.Alpha Qillalon hurriedly covered Vesper’s body as if there might be someone else near them. While Vesper observes the old lovers in front of her, there’s a part of her that feels envious, as the dream she had showed how Qillalon loved Eleanor. “Qilli, can I talk to you?” Eleanor added as her hands quivered in jealousy.He nods, “Sure, but not here.” He remarks while wearing his clothes.“Why don't you go ahead? I need to accompany my mate back to the Citadel,” he added while glancing at Vesper.Eleanor frowned, “Can't you just leave her for a minute? This is very important." She pleads.His eyes widened in disbelief, “No,
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