Chapter three

Marcelyn sat down immediately and Earl asked the servant to get his daughter a cup.

When the servant arrived with the new cup, Earl poured his daughter a cup of vervain.

Marcelyn picked up the cup and gulped down its entire content immediately.

She dropped the cup with a loud sigh.

"Now, you are my father." She told her father with a point of her middle finger at him.

She watched in horror as the finger lost its motion and dropped.

"You poisoned me?" She asked as she slumped into the chair she sat on.

"Come in," Earl commanded.

Some vampires trooped in with a coffin. "Put her in." He commanded them.

"My lord, please reconsider," Van said and rushed over to Marcelyn.

He stood protectively over her to prevent the vampires from taking her.

"Stand down, Van," Earl commanded. When Van didn't move, he spoke again. "That is an order," he told the younger man.

Van left Marcelyn's side in regret.

He watched as the men took out their extracting weapons and began to pull each of Marcelyn's fangs out.

She couldn't scream.

She couldn't resist despite the pain Van was sure that she was feeling.

When they were done with the removal, blood dripped from the open spaces where the fangs once belonged and stained her dress in just a few minutes.

The men carried Marcelyn and dropped her into the coffin without a word.

The vampire priest went over and covered the coffin.

She began to chant some incoherent words as she sprinkled some things on the coffin door.

In five minutes, she was done with whatever she was doing and she turned to the vampire leader.

"It is done, my lord." She announced to him, bowed slightly, and went out of the room.

"Take her out," Earl announced to the vampire men who had brought the coffin in.

They bowed to him, picked up the coffin on the four edges, and went out of the room also.

Darell ColdPiker stretched his hands out as the maids helped to prepare him for the ceremony which would start in less than two hours.

The maids helped to put on a green shirt that Darell knew would compliment his eye color perfectly well.

He watched as the maid in front ran her fingers over his flying wolf tattoo and then helped him button up his shirts.

His wolf whispered in Darell's head that they could have fun together with the maid before the wedding ceremony began and Darell quickly hushed him off before the thought rooted itself in his mind and his desire rose.

He sat down and two of the maids helped him with putting on his shoes and another one helped him comb his hair into the favorite style he loved wearing.

Darell sighed and waved the maids away when he was done.

He waved his hand once more as the maids bowed their heads to him before disappearing from his sight.

Darell picked up the mirror when he was done and stared back at his handsome face.

His ocean-blue eyes stared back at him in boredom. His wolf screams for freedom.

Much as Darell would have liked to oblige him, he knew that today had to be perfect.

Not only for him, but for the rest of his pack. Today would determine who his Luna would be among the females of the pack.

If luck is, however, not on their side, Darell would be getting his Luna from the outside of the pack.

While that was sure to break the hearts of the ladies who were hoping to take the space next to him as his Luna, Darell knew that everyone would still be happy as long they got a Luna and started the procreation process as early as possible.

Even if his mother wasn't so eager about it, Darell knew that she was more than eager that if he got a Luna, he wouldn't hesitate to call it an achievement.

While Darell could understand his mother's eagerness, he also felt burdened by the weight on him.

While Darell could understand the weight of expectation on his shoulders, he also knew that he shouldn't let it weigh him down.

When he was only 15 years old, he had stolen over the Piker Pack, after his father had gone on a hunt with the pack one certain evening alive, only for his corpse to be brought back along with several other corpses.

The few people who came back said how they had run into another neighboring pack and that a fight had broken out between the two packs.

The other pack was far larger than the Piker pack, which had allowed them to win the fight. Darell was furious and shifted into his wolf form, running off before anyone could stop.

Fortunately for him, he met with the leader of the pack near a stream where he was swimming. When he realized that he was alone, he fought the man.

Even though the man’s wolf was bigger than Darell's, the 15-year-old boy won the battle between the pair. The scar on his right shoulder twitched whenever he thought about how close he was to death, because of that reckless decision. Darell unbuttoned the first 3 closed buttons of his shirt and touched the scar.

True, Darell almost died during the fight before the rest of the pack found him, but he also gained the respect of the entire pack. When he took over as the alpha of the pack, no one questioned his power to lead, nor did they think he was too young. However, the burden has grown heavier and heavier since then.

The Westburn pack, which was their neighboring pack, turned to their enemies after he killed the leader of the Pack. The son of the leader, Nathan, who became the new leader, was always looking for opportunities for attacks in the Piker pack and Darell had always had trouble keeping him away.

Anytime something concerned the well-being of the pack, it was always put into Darell’s hands. He had to make every decision regarding the pack ever since then, including the things that would not affect the pack in any way. Sometimes, Darell wished that he could just leave everything behind for a while. And right now, he is getting another burden added to the ones he already has.