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“So Adrian?” A familiar voice muttered. Vesper spun around. Her eyes widened in shock, she didn't notice him approaching, “Hey, huh? You’re awake.” She uttered in surprise. He nodded with a grin on his lips.Soon, he handed her the ring back and began talking via a mental link.“How did you find me?” She asks curiously.“I have a mate radar.” He commented playfully.She smiled, seeing that he was as happy as before and the color on his face was back to normal."I tried calling you via mental link only to hear my father on the other line.” He said.She laughs, “That’s awkward.”“It is,” he replied merrily.“Gertrude gave my ring to him while we were asleep,” she explains.He glanced away and asked her again awkwardly, “Sooo… Adrian is your first love?”She shrugged, “I guess. He is this really nice boy. The first time I laid eyes on him. I felt that I could do good. The innocence he brought is just—”She hasn't finished his sentence when he suddenly silences her with kisses out of jea
Vesper and Qillalon are caught in the moment when suddenly they hear a gut-wrenching shriek. Startling them both. They are so preoccupied with their lustful encounter that they never notice there’s another person in the dimly lit room.Qillalon and Vesper slowly moved to the bed and their eyes widened in surprise when they saw Eleanor lying naked on the bed.“What are you doing? How could you cheat on me, Qilli? After all, I’ve sacrificed to convince Zane to let me go.” Eleanor yelled in disdain, acting as if she'd been wronged. She started crying, “Didn’t you like our intercourse earlier? That you need to take this poor excuse of a human.” She clamored deliriously, trying her best to sow discord between Vesper and Qillalon.Clueless that the two were together almost 100% of the time.Qillalon’s lips quivered in confusion and an undeniable tension was in the air.“What the fuck?” These were the only words Vesper could utter as her eyes moved around Eleanor’s body and saw marks on he
Pennsylvania…Jacques wanted to keep the incident that happened to Eleanor a secret from the headmaster, but before he could even come up with a lie, the headmaster saw through him.“What’s the issue this time?” He said, his voice was weak. Despite that, there was a menacing tone to it that Jacques understood immediately that he must tell the truth.Hearing no response from Jacques, the headmaster got angry, “Didn’t you hear me, boy?” He said with an annoyed voice.Cold sweat formed on Jacques's forehead, and he swallowed slowly, “It’s our pawn, Eleanor. She went inside Alpha Qillalon’s rooms to create a ruckus between him and his mate.”The headmaster’s brows furrowed. “The wolf from the rare bloodline. Because of this illness, I almost forgot about him.” He said to himself.“Make sure to keep the pawns aligned. Our main goal is to enter the digital room and get a copy of their research. Once I’m healed, we’ll take over everything they have.” He exclaimed raspily.The idea got him so
The next day…Gertrude continued to accompany Alpha Hercule from his chamber to the digital room, as Vesper needed to rest from last night's shameful event.Recollecting the incident from last night, Gertrude’s cheeks turned red like a ripe tomato, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Alpha Hercule noticed it immediately.He blushed seeing the charming reaction on the witch’s face. He glimpsed away trying his best to hide his admiration.He puts his hand in his pocket and starts whistling, keeping his mind off her gorgeous smile. Clueless to his feelings, she began humming to the melody of his whistle.He almost chokes at her actions.The Alpha could no longer hide his admiration and suddenly blurted out, “You… are so beautiful when you smile.” His face turned scarlet in shame, surprised by his abrupt statement.He opened his mouth but couldn’t form any more words. He lowered his head in embarrassment, wishing that the floor would drop under him.Gertrude giggled at his reaction, not think
Eleanor was about to open the folder named ~Regen~ when suddenly she heard a familiar voice.“Eleanor, what are you doing with Alpha Hercule’s computer?”She was caught red-handed and the only thing she could do was kill the bitch in front of her.EARLIER THAT DAY...Gertrude felt nervous for a reason she couldn't explain. The scene of Eleanor bumping into her replays in her mind.The distant look and the hollow lifeless grin on Eleanor’s lips plagued her thoughts. Gertrude senses that something is wrong but is unsure what it is. She starts pacing back and forth while biting her nails.Her movements became more frantic by the second, to the point that it annoyed Velmont.“Would you sit your ass down?” He yelled in annoyance.She gasped and glanced at him with an aggrieved look.He tilted his head. “Don’t look at me like that. If you want to check on Eleanor, go ahead and visit her in the digital room," he suggested.“You know I can’t enter that room. My power will trigger the alarm.”
Alpha Qillalon couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat.He might be physically present at the meeting, but his mind is elsewhere. The idea of Vesper walking around the Citadel Manor after the injury she got passed through his mind like a dark cloud. He is anxious, and he wants to leave the conference room as soon as possible, but he knows that it is impossible as a new problem arises in the manor.The attack on Alpha Hercule had reached the Citadel Headquarters and the majority of the Elders voted to send Alpha Barkus to oversee the perimeter check and also the security inside the manor.The tasks were directly handled by Alpha Qillalon and Alpha Zane respectively.It is a slap in their ego to have another Alpha check their work, yet it is Elder Mauritius who loathes it more, as the council of Elder’s attention is back to him and to the original issue of dead Omegas.Alpha Barkus’s existence in the Citadel manor also brings a threat to Vesper’s secret. Her presence will surely be a huge
In the conference room, Alpha Hercule hurriedly returned to the digital room to get an idea of what was taken. On the other hand, Alpha Mercimer volunteered to check Delta Greg’s condition and ensure Alpha Hercule that Delta would get the best care the infirmary could provide.While Alpha Cain and Alpha Zane gave a summary of the reports they received from various wolves to Elder Mauritius.“What had gotten into her this time?” He voiced out his concern while glancing at Alpha Zane, whose head had been lowered ever since they heard that the attack was Eleanor’s doing.“It's my fault…” Alpha Zane uttered.Soon they heard the door open. “—No it's not,” Velmont intervened.Elder Mauritius squinted his eyes, “What are you doing here?” He asked eagerly.Velmont closes the door, “It's about Eleanor. She’s been corrupted by the entity that tried to possess Hercule.” He stated while taking a seat at the far end of the table.Alpha Zane rose from his seat. “What do you mean?” He asked in conc
“VOTORUM!” Gertrude exclaimed with certainty. She was proud of herself for identifying the entity quicker than she expected. “What?” Alpha Hercule asks eagerly.“Wish granter, that’s the entity inside Eleanor.” She declared in confidence. “... And that’s a good thing because?” He questioned in bewilderment. “It means it cannot access Eleanor’s memory and its creator could only see limited things through the creature's eyes,” she explains. “Does that mean even Eleanor had access to the file she needed to physically give the thumb drive to the member of the Black Order?” He figures.She nods. “Exactly. That means if Vesper could play her cards correctly she could stop Eleanor from delivering data to the Black Order.” She remarked as she slowly rose from her seat.She extended her hand to pull Alpha Hercule from his cowering position. He held her hand and got up from the cold floor.“How exactly will she play her cards?” He muttered in curiosity.Gertrude narrowed her eyes, “The entit
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 glanci
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