Memoriam Alpha utens, ostende mihi inimicum. (Using Alpha's memory, show me the enemy.) ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #VesperMiles #QillalonVanKirk Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! & Goodbye My Love
Vesper continued running away even after the scent of Qillalon and the other wolves had vanished from her tail.She wanted to make sure no wolf would get close enough to get her full scent as it would be a dead giveaway and would disrupt the investigation.“Not now. We are near to solving this.” She said as her frizzy hair brushed the tree branches.When she was about to reach the Flatlands she stopped in one of the trees. She breathes heavily as she leans on the old oak tree.“Dark magic,” she uttered while looking at her ashen trembling hand. The same hand that yanked Alpha Hercule from the edge of being possessed.Then she noticed the bracelet Gertrude gave her. It slowly lost its color.Soon the bracelet rotted and maggots began to show up.She cringes in disgust, removes it, and throws it away with haste.“What the fuck?” She yelled in confusion. She started sniffing, and she could smell the scent of the trees, leaves, and Alpha Hercule on her clothes.“Shit! I need to return to
Alpha Qillalon entered the room and when he got inside Vesper was nowhere to be found.“Vesper?” He called out to her.“Here!” She answered, her voice coming from the restroom. She just has enough time to wash all the dirt and remove the scent from her body.She even lit all the scented candles on display in the restroom to ensure that Qillalon wouldn’t smell anything unusual.Alpha Qillalon entered the restroom. The scent of roses from the scented candles entered his nostrils.He soon met her gray eyes. She was in the bathtub having a bubble bath.She blushed as she came up with another lie to throw him off her track, “I… I saw the bubble baths and bath bombs were near expiry, so I used them… And… And the candles seem a nice touch to feel luxurious.” She lowered her head in shame, “I hope you don’t mind.” She said in a low voice.He shook his head, “Of course not. I told you, you should experience things that I have. As… you are my mate. I will indulge you in luxury and care,” he rema
Gertrude slowly opened her eyes. The light in the infirmary was reflected in her beautiful blue eyes. She breathed rapidly, like a fish running out of water.She's a bit disoriented about where she was.She glanced around the room and saw Alpha Hercule sleeping on the chair near her.She slowly regained her composure and calmed down.“Little pup.” She muttered in a weak voice.The Alpha woke up immediately and held her cold hand. “How do you feel?” he asked without any delay. She smiled faintly. Her face is still pallid, but she feels better. “I’m fine. How about you?” she asks in concern.“Good. Whatever it was you scared it out of me… Thank you.” He muttered in gratitude.She slowly sat on the bed, “Where’s Velmont?” She asked. She wants to contact him via a mental link but her mind is as blurry as a foggy mirror.He shrugged. “He left and never returned. I could ask one of the Omegas to call him.”She nods.Soon, an Omega hurriedly searched for Velmont. Who, at that time, delivers
Kansas, 1918.During the Spanish flu...A doctor sat at the bedside of a sleeping patient. Her face was pale, her lips chapped. Her hands were filled with callus, rashes, and wounds, showing that life had not been good to her. The doctor could see that she was on the brink of death. He checked the name on the bed to make sure he was looking at the right patient. "Vesper Marie Miles." He read the name casually.Without any hesitation, he took a syringe out of his lab coat. He is planning to end her misery. He’d inject her with morphine till she fell deep asleep and never woke up. “The best way to go,” he said as he filled his syringe with drugs.When he is about to inject it into the patient, she slowly opens her gray eyes. “No, I don’t want to die…”“Not yet…”“Not yet…”She said in a weak voice. She stared at his nameplate ~Dr. Lazarus Lunaris~The doctor smiled. “Die, why are you going to die? I’m giving you a medicine.” He explains while giving her an assuring smile.“Lies… I… I s
After their normal Omega duties, Vesper, Evie, Sander, and Sebastian were tasked with cleaning the event hall for tomorrow night's moving-up ceremony.“I actually thought all of us probies would be assigned to do this,” Sebastian uttered disappointedly. Sander giggles, “Don’t be dispirited. Emily and the others will decorate tables tomorrow morning. It's still a win for us since we don’t need to wake up too early,” he explained.Sebastian sighed and felt a bit better. “If you say so.” Evie chuckles, “You are always optimistic Sander, I wish I was as cool as you.” She voices out while sweeping the floor.“Well, what can you expect from a future Alpha…” Sebastian suddenly blurted out.Sander’s eyes widened in horror. “Sebastian!” He yelled in annoyance.Sander’s father was the Alpha of their pack and he was the rightful heir to the next Alpha, but before he could start his proper Alpha training, their pack was annihilated by hunters, and he was stripped from his ranks and his aura rema
“What's the urgent matter you want to talk to me about?” Qillalon asked as they reached Mercimer's room.“About your mate…” Mercimer paused and let his words sink into him, when he noticed he got all of Qillalon’s attention he continued speaking, “I think something is not right with her.” Qillalon raised his eyebrows in curiosity, “What do you mean?” he questioned defensively. Mercimer shrugged, “I don't know yet.” He says and then shows Vesper's talisman. “Looks familiar?” He teased. Qillalon nods, “It's Vesper’s…”Mercimer nods, “Right. I borrowed it from her and sent it to a shaman, and they found mental link magic in it.” He explains.Qillalon's eyes widened in disbelief. “She's talking to someone using this?” He says as he holds the talisman. “She’s probably talking to Tony.” He said to himself.“Yes,” Mercimer confirmed.“Do you know who?” He asks, confirming his theory.He shook his head. “At first I thought it was the detectives. The design of the talisman is a bit similar t
In the barracks, the Omegas are preparing for their event and they wear the best clothes they have in their possession.Emily squinted her eyes when she saw Vesper was wearing her usual work clothes, “Don’t you have a dress?” She asked in concern while applying makeup to her face. Vesper shook her head.“Alpha Qillalon didn’t even buy a dress for you?” Evie asks.Vesper’s eyes dilated and then blushed, “No, he is busy with all the crimes and attacks… and I think that would be weird." She muttered while brushing her frizzy hair.She frowns, “I fucking hate this… I miss my long bouncy black hair.” She said to herself.Emily giggles, “You are the weird one. It's normal for him to buy you things, you're his mate. Also, you bought all of us gifts. Like this expensive makeup palette that I’m using right now, but you didn’t purchase anything for yourself.” She remarks.“Well…” She let her statement linger but failed to continue her sentence. It's also a mystery to her why she’s nice to them.
Vesper felt prying eyes staring at her, monitoring her every move. She entered a random hallway and the feeling did not dissipate. Someone was following her.She made a detour and instead of going to Mercimer’s room, she went to Alpha Qillalon’s room and stayed there for a few minutes, from the balcony, and went out to make her way to Mercimer’s room.After the ceremony, Alpha Qillalon was about to give Hercule an earful, but before he had the opportunity to do it. He heard Gamma Alfred’s voice via a mental link. “Alpha, your mate, she’s in your chamber, and she never left.” “She’s probably upset,” Qillalon thought to himself.He did not respond and made his way to his room when Velmont saw Qilallon was about to leave the event hall. He hurriedly ran to stop him.“Where are you going? The party is about to start,” he asks while trying to calm his pounding heart. Qillalon glanced at him coldly, “It's none of your business.” He replied with indifference and walked past Velmont.He gra
Alpha Barkus stared at Beta Lisara's dead body. The anger, dismay, and disappointment in him are still eminent. “Get her body out of my sight. Make sure to burn her with all her things. A traitor doesn’t deserve to be remembered.” He demanded as he opened a metal-link message and sent a report to Elder Gilgamesh.Hearing his report, the Elder feels outraged by the Black Orders' nerve to infiltrate the Citadel.“Recheck everything Lisara handled. All the barricades. The packs she oversees. Make sure they are not traitors.” The Elder pointed out. His voice was cold, stern, and commanding.“Yes, Elder.” Alpha Barkus replied and then closed the mental link. He spun around and stared at one of his Delta. “You!” He pointed to a skinny wolf from his pack.Delta Dreyfus stepped forward trembling. He could see the Alphas' mood was fluctuating. “Yes, Alpha!?” he uttered with caution.Alpha Barkus stared at him from head to foot. The Alpha could hear his heart pounding loudly, he had been glanc
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 def
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 mout
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