Ash's thumb slid across my lips. Unknowingly, I parted them ever so slightly, welcoming his touch and wanting more. My heart pounded against my chest. My breath accelerated. I was ready for whatever would come from him. I wanted it. I craved it—I craved him.I looked into his onyx irises and saw the red flames lightening their color until there was nothing but the fire within them. His gaze slowly drifted down to my neck, my shoulders, and my cleavage, well-exposed in the silk nightgown. His fingers stilled on my jaw and lips, and the anticipation became unbearable. Did he want me as much as I wanted him? Was he hesitating? Didn't he sense my desire for him? I was quite certain that some of my reactions to him couldn't be more obvious.He moved his hand back, and I instantly missed his touch. "You…" He exhaled a ragged breath, shifting his gaze away from me. "You should get more sleep. It's still very early.""I'm not sleepy," I muttered, but he ignored me and headed toward the door.
Hunter's words swirled in my head while we walked to Ash's office. What he said sounded ridiculous and impossible. This legend could have been a made-up story, one merely passed from generation to generation. Someone like that deity could have never even existed, and yet my mind generated more and more what-ifs. Nonetheless, there was one huge problem with my godlike powers, as Hunter called them: I didn't know how to use or control them, and I seriously doubted that any goddess couldn't use her own celestial abilities. "Are you all right?" Hunter asked as he was about to open the door. I nodded, even though I was far from being fine. With everything that had happened recently—with my moment alone with Ash, with the strange powers I possessed, and with the legend Hunter told me about—there was no way I could be fine or calm. I took a deep breath as I entered Ash's office. Several people were already in the room. Ash was sitting at his desk, with Calvel and Nicor standing behind him
"Are you insane?!" Nicor took those words out of my mouth. "Explain to me how this is supposed to help?! The King would have to approve his relationship, and that's not going to happen!""It will happen because I am almost certain that Morfran Tenebris will see Nala as Ash's weakness, and, in his mind, everything that could potentially weaken Ash is good for him," Calvel convinced.Amanda raised her hand. "I vote for marking. It can be quite an enjoyable process." She winked at me, and I felt I might collapse even though I was sitting."You are both nuts!" Nicor shouted and then stepped toward Ash. "I vote for moving Nala away from the mansion. To the mountain cottage perhaps? Hunter would keep her safe there."I wondered if I had become invisible at some point since they all decided to ignore me while it was MY life on the line. I felt anger rising within me and a scream building in my throat. I ground my teeth and stared at them, wondering if they were going to stop treating me like
The fake relationship was supposed to be about pretending. If so, I had a huge problem already because this kiss seemed too real to me. Everything that Ash poured into that kiss didn't feel fake either. At first, agreeing to this so-called agreement between us appeared partially reasonable, but the more I thought about it, the more terrified I was. The single kiss had turned my brain into a squishy mush. I couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen after a bit more of this "pretending." This arrangement felt wrong for so many reasons, but one part of me—a dumb part of me—believed I could handle it, and the other part madly anticipated more aspects of "convincing others." God… It sounded so idiotic and naïve. I ignored all the red flags that popped up around my head. I silenced my instincts and focused on nothing but the sound of my heart, which pounded erratically whenever Ash was around. That damn blood pomp took control, chasing all logic away from me, and before common sense
After three days, I fully comprehended why Ash said that I might find the etiquette lessons "unpleasant," although I would surely find a few other words—more suitable than "unpleasant"—to describe what I felt during the long hours of my lady training. Most of them were invectives. Yet another curse left my mouth as the tiny plate slipped down from my shoulder while my hand with the spoon tried to reach the bowl of soup lying on the table. That tiny plate was one of those small, highly annoying things that Nicor placed on me to secure my posture while eating.With a heavy—and completely infuriating—sigh, my bored teacher elegantly bent to reach for the plate and placed it back on my left shoulder. "Again," he commanded."Do vampires extend their hands just like their claws?" I asked, annoyance slipping through my flat voice. "Because I don't believe that it's possible to reach that far without leaning forward. That's inhuman," I remarked.Nicor gave me a lopsided smile. "The idea is no
I had never thought that I had actual muscles in my body, but I did, and they all hurt after a few hours of my first training with Calvel and Hunter. It felt weird because the force I used didn't come from my body but from my inner energy. My untrained body became a vessel to deliver this energy in the form of a punch or kick, but, unfortunately, it didn't turn me into a fighter. Nevertheless, Calvel showed me a few moves I could use to defend myself. I was ecstatic to learn them. It finally made me feel a little less helpless…"Perhaps I should be thankful that you still suck at this, My Lady," Hunter grunted, rising from the ground after I threw him over my shoulder. "If you were any better, I don't think I could practice with you for longer than a few minutes."Calvel chuckled. "Don't act like a weakling and get up already. She needs her punching bag on her feet."Hunter snarled at him, and I rolled my eyes. "Guys, please. This is exhausting enough without you two fighting each oth
Ash booked a restaurant—the whole restaurant—for our date. He said he wanted to make me feel safe and comfortable. Some might say that he was showing off his authority and wealth, but I couldn't help but be touched by his thoughtfulness. He made me feel cherished. He made me feel as if I mattered. That feeling was so unfamiliar, I needed to pinch myself several times to make sure I wasn't dreaming.The restaurant was on the thirtieth floor of the soaring skyscraper. The place resembled those luxurious, high-end spots in the Mortal Realm that had always been beyond my reach. Now, I was walking into an elegant, and most likely extremely expensive restaurant, knowing that Ash and I were going to be the only guests. It felt surreal.The waiter led us to the upper level, to the table in the alcove surrounded by windows. "You can see the entire center of Caligo City from this place," Ash said, pointing at the kaleidoscope of street lights and architectural wonders that form an amazingly rom
I froze. My mouth opened, but I wasn't even sure how I was supposed to explain this situation. I stood before Ash, barefoot and wearing nothing but a silk nightgown. Not to mention that staring at Ash's freshly showered, ideally chiseled body was ferociously distracting. "I found the passage," I started mumbling. "I can see that." He stepped closer, locking her eyes on me. I swallowed. "I didn't know that it leads to your room…" Well, truthfully, I kind of hoped that it led to Ash's room, but I would never admit it. His jaw tensed. "Would you rather someone else was here? Hunter perhaps?" "What?! No!" I exclaimed. "I just…" Within a heartbeat, he closed the passage behind me and pushed me against the door. His hands landed flat on the sides of my head, caging me. "You came to me in the middle of the night with your body covered only in a sheer piece of fabric." He leaned over my ear. "Why don't you tell me what you want, Nala?" "I…" The words didn't seem to form any logical sent
NALA A week later Happiness. I think that was what I felt. Bliss and happiness. I woke up naked in our bed. Ash was lying behind me, his naked chest pressed against my back. One of his arms served as my pillow, while the other casually rested on my waist. I would never get tired of waking up like that. I could feel his cool breath brushing the crook of my neck, and a shiver traveled down to my lady parts. "Is my Queen getting aroused?" Ash purred into my ear, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. "I'm not your Queen yet," I told him, pretending that his voice didn't increase the humidity between my thighs. "You have a crown on your lovely head in my eyes already," he said, kissing my neck. "I think I'm hungry." His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close and melting my body with his. His teeth grazed my skin as I shuddered in anticipation. "How does it feel?" I asked him all but breathlessly. He chuckled and nibbled on my earlobe. "How does what feel?" "Drinking blood," I said.
NALA"Wake up, angel. Please, wake up." Ash's voice slowly pulled me out of unconsciousness. I opened my eyes and saw his worried face brighten up with a smile. He held my head on his lap and stroked my hair, and the relief I felt when I saw him made my whole body shudder in sweet relief.Tears gathered in my eyes. "Ash," I murmured, my voice cracking. "You're here… This isn't a dream."He shook his head and chuckled. "Of course I'm here. I had to save you." He leaned down and kissed my forehead.As I retrieved my awareness, anxiety flooded me. "W-where is Drystan?" I stuttered, looking around.Ash pointed at the fountain, and the stone soaked in blood. "He is gone," he said, but I heard restlessness in his tone. Then I felt the ground shaking and small stones dropping from the ceiling.I swallowed and looked into Ash's eyes. "What's going on?"He stroked my hair and took a deep breath. "I need to get you out of here. Calvel should be close to the temple." Before I could say anything,
ASHWe found the temple, but it wasn't the map that brought me here; it was her. I could sense Nala from miles away as we moved through the wasteland. I ran ahead, leaving the map to Calvel and the rest while I rushed to the temple of Belial. I was the fastest, and I needed to be there as soon as I could. I had to stop this—stop Drystan and stop the apocalypse.I burst the door open, and my eyes instantly found her. Nala was lying by the stone fountain in the center of the hall. Her entire neck and most of her angelic face were covered with blood. The wounds on her neck were fresh and still bleeding. That cunt, whom I used to call my brother, fed from her. He caused her unimaginable pain…My blood turned into molten lava. Fury stormed inside me, ready to erupt. My claws were out and prepared to rip the flesh of those who harmed her. I saw tears falling down her pale cheeks, blending into the streams of her blood. "Ash," she murmured, her voice barely audible, but I could still hear he
NALA I begged Drystan to stop, but he didn't. Then I begged him to kill me, but he only chuckled through his teeth as he sucked my blood. Finally, I embraced the sweet darkness around me. Losing awareness was my bitter reward for getting through another night of torture. I drifted through nothingness until the vague sounds reached my ears. I floated toward them, toward the soft light that suddenly opened in front of me. I saw spiral stairs carved in stone. Someone ran up. I couldn't see the face. I could only hear the clanking of the heels hurriedly hitting the stone steps. I followed that person and quickly found myself in a castle tower. The one whom I followed stopped by the window and untied the strap of a black cloak. As the heavy cloth fell down, it revealed a familiar, black-haired woman—Estelle. She wore a white cotton dress covered with blood stains. Her black hair was untied and tousled, and her slender hands and face were dirtied by bloody mud. She looked at her trembling
ASHIt had been two days since I had been losing my mind. How could I make such a foolish mistake?! How could I not predict that one of our allies might have been followed?! Drystan and Baltazar killed one of the groups that wanted to side with us. They tracked them, murdered the entire pack, and forced their Alpha to give them our location before they ripped his heart out.Drystan knew that he would never defeat us in our territory, but what he had planned wasn't a surprise, full-on attack. He only wanted Nala. I didn't know why at first, but then I learned about the ancient ritual that could give the demon's spirit enough strength for him to be reborn. The strength he needed was in Nala's blood. Now, for two days, I sensed her agony and couldn't do a fucking thing about it."Did you find that old fox?" I asked Calvel as soon as he entered the meeting room.The grim look on his face couldn't mean anything good. "I found that fucker, Jarrod, in two pieces. Someone decapitated him—a cl
When I regained consciousness, my whole body rattled from the piercing cold. Drystan wasn't lying. Whatever he did when he bit me filled me with raw fire, burning my insides to ashes. Once the pain pushed me to madness, I wished for death. I thought I had died when the relief finally flooded my senses. But I was still alive, and as the scorching flames left me, the slightest breath of wind sent icy needles to prickle my skin.The shackles were still on my wrists, and the heavy chains restrained my movement. The skin around the cuffs was torn and constantly bleeding. I couldn't stand up or even lift my head. I wish I could say that I survived the previous night, but I couldn't even call it surviving. Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual.The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not b
I opened my eyes and winced from the pain. Every part of my body hurt, and the fact that I was lying on the cold stone ground wearing nothing but a partially torn nightgown made the pain more vivid and overwhelming. My hands were shackled in chains so heavy that I barely mustered the strength to lift them. The chain was bolted to a large stone at the foot of some kind of sculpture. Struggling, I rose to a sitting position and focused my eyes on my dimly lit surroundings. The place where I was, resembled ruins. I could see broken columns and crushed rocks lying around a spacious, round hall with a dome-shaped ceiling.I turned around and took a close look at the sculpture next to me. It was at least seven feet tall and resembled a terrifying man-like creature with massive horns on its head. His huge arms were armed with stone-shaped claws, while his feet melted into the center of the podium. The stone where my chain was bolted was part of a ring, placed within a three-foot radius of th
I stared at the mesmerizing mark on my neck and couldn't help the grin that curled up my lips. I brushed it with my fingertips, and it seemed to faint under my touch and then reappear once I took my hand away. "Do you like it?" I heard Ash's voice coming from behind me. It didn't startle me as much as before. This time, I could feel his presence seconds before he spoke. I turned around to face him. "Your mark looks beautiful," I said. He chuckled and touched the spot on my neck. "Actually, it's not mine, but ours. It represents our union." Then he leaned down and kissed it, sending a wave of pleasure down my body. "Don't do that," I breathed. "Do what?" he teased. "This?" He traced the mark with the tip of his tongue. I moaned, fisting the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt. Then I forced him to face me. "You are not playing fair," I told him, frowning. "This mark is… extremely sensitive." He grinned. "I know. As a matter of fact, from now on, I will know your feelings. I will
A few hours later, I was sitting in my chamber and combing my shower-damp hair in front of the mirror. Was I truly the only one able to stop Belial? But how was I supposed to do that? Should I attack the Drystan-Belial duo the way I attacked everyone in the auditorium? But the last time I used that power, it drained me, and even now, I didn't fully regain my strength. Perhaps I should concentrate the stream of power on Drystan and Belial without dispersing it, but what if that still was not enough? What then? As a descendant of an Archangel, I could only possess a mere percentage of his power. Could I truly be a match for the true fallen, even in his weak, spiritual form? I groaned in frustration, tossing my hairbrush on the table."You are worrying too much. It's overwhelming, isn't it?" Ash suddenly appeared in my mirror, and I almost screamed."Don't do that!" I frowned at him. "Make a sound at least!"He chuckled and stepped closer, taking a few strands of my hair between his fing