Trigger warning - The word "blood" comes up a lot in this chapter.___It was a bloody mess.Blood on the floor, blood on the walls, blood on their bodies. Just splashes here and there, not a enough to form pool of whatever size, yet it was no exaggeration that they had gone at each other crazily.Laura had Zezi trapped on the floor beneath her, her claws raised, her eyes red with burning rage, while Zezi looked up at her with sick smile on her face. "Why do we always got to find ourselves in this position, uhn?" She chuckled, the slight cut across her face healing, it was just a nick anyways. "Do you need more encouragement again?"Laura hissed. "Alright then." The smile wiped off her face. "Do it.""You fucking bitch!""You curse like a trainwreak. Good thing we don't have kids around, right?" She chuckled again.Laura frowned, standing up and offering her a hand to do the same, but Zezi didn't accept her hand, she stood up on her own, dusting off her gown. "You almost tricked m
"You are all the King ever talks about," he added the cherry on top with a goofy smile."Is that so?" Zezi asked, her lips tugged up in a smirk. "Did you really attack him? Like with the dagger thing right through his heart?" Oliver asked, his hands folded across his chest, his eyes glimmering with excitement and expectation.Zezi nodded and immediately, laughter bubbled from his throat. "Maybe you can do it some day again and I'll be there to watch."Zezi's observing eyes didn't leave him as she accessed him thoroughly.Oliver was just like a child. A plain book to read. But she couldn't be so sure, people with this kind of personality were often dangerous and easy to miss out in the line of suspects. Chameleons.She would have to be careful with him.Besides he was a vampire. He must be just like the rest. A monster."What do you say about dinner? You and me? I think we'll get along very well, infact, I can see the future." His hands formed into circles around his eyes, and h
Still, she stood, listening to the voices of Oliver and Laura as they passed by the door and went further away till their voices became a distant echo and soon they could no longer even hear them again. They were gone."I don't want Oliver seeing you weak, he is a big mouth." He said before she would even ask him why he had done all that he did earlier. "So he is not your friend?" "Friend? No. The only reason I endure him is because my sister loves him.""And you love your sister." She said with an annoyed chuckle, not directly at his statement but something else she was thinking about."I respect relationships. Chosen or fated mate situation, I always respect.""Except mine." She said coldly."You can't blame me, Zezi, for wanting what is mine. You are mine, as I am yours." His grip on her hand tightened, the voices of Oliver and Laura moving around the hallway again seeping into their ears, while they both stared each other down. Soon enough the voices were gone, and then tensio
Never in her life, had Zezi feared the coming of the night, not once since she could remember, had she so much wished that the moon would never come up in the dark sky, never had she dreaded that white glowing, majestic ball of the night, as she did tonight."Milady." Gwen's voice called to her, as she put away the food on the table that her Mistress had refused to eat. She had also skipped lunch too and with the way things were going, she would skip dinner too."Are you sure that you are strong enough to hold me down, Gwen?"She nodded. In true honesty, Gwen didn't share the fear of her Mistress. In fact, she was only trying to hide her excitement out of respect and worry for her Mistress.Gwen was beyond glad that this was happening and the only reason why she would even be an obstacle to this was because her Mistress had asked her to be. If the 'Heat' she had read about was what would be happening tonight, then her efforts to stop her would definitely be rendered useless.Because
Gwen moved to her line of sight, blocking her view of the door. Zezi frowned, noticing the obstacle with narrowed eyes.She shouldn't have done that. With a desperate yank, Zezi pulled the chains she had been bonded with, and the bed collapsed underneath her. When Zezi stood up, her sight was increasingly blue, the chains were still around her wrists and ankles, dragging at their ends, the heavy woods that used to be the ends and tops of the bed. "Milady, you ordered me to--"Gwen didn't have a chance to complete that.Chains swung in the air, the woods hitting her from either sides, quickly twisting around her body, flinging her right across the road where she crashed into the dressing table, destroying it, wreaking it down to pieces. In a flash, Zezi was in front of her, then by her side, slowly raising Gwen with her hand interlocked into her hair that was before in a bun, now loose, forcing Gwen to look up at her. Gwen hissed, baring her fangs, her claws quickly digging into
Pleasure was the feeling of the mate bond. The good entirety of it. The sparks that flew at its friction, the tingles that consumed whoseover it possessed fully, the need for another till the point that it was absolutely wreaking not to pursue.The mate bond was filled with quest of boundless pleasures screaming to be attained. But if pleasure lingered for too long in one's veins without any satisfaction to quench it or at least lay it to a temporal rest, it became sour, bitter and morph into the other taste of pleasure...Pain.That unpleasant sensation pushed through her whole body, her head fogging with a desperate need for relief against the anguish, the tingles turned into ache, and it spread through her veins. That part of her neck where a mark should already be, burning.Her jaws clenched in agony and a groan pushed out through her gritted teeth, as she pushed forward again, with a cry that sounded like a plead, collapsing against him for the comfort she knew he only could p
Zezi blinked. Ah.The sunlight. Had she forgotten to drop the curtains again? Or was it Gwen?She moved a little in bed, but her body ached slightly from that.Then the scent that engulfed her nose the next second, made her eyes go wide open. She looked around, taking in the room she had found herself in, noticing how different it was from the designed prison she knew.Then slowly, her gaze moved to the floor, where all the dresses she had worn last night, were scattered all over, like they had been pulled off in haste.No.Her heart dropped with a thud.It mustn't be.Her heart was hammering loudly in her ears, her mind thinking fast, as she tried to remember what she had done last night.The door of what must be the bathroom creaked open, not giving her enough time to come up with an explanation for herself.Waking up in a strange room was no horror compared to looking at the person in front of her and realizing whose room this was. Her hands clamped right around her blanket, as
"How very kind." As much as she wanted to be snappy, her nude position under this sheet wasn't helping. Also, the mate bond hitting her right now was making her increasingly weak. Then she remembered that George's mark was gone and she was now in for a brutal fight with no advantage to her side anymore. Nothing to keep her sanity off wanting him. Her gaze fell upon his chest and how hickeys were littered across it."You should try to cover that up." She gritted."I don't know." He looked down at his chest then back up at her. "I think I want to flaunt them, but if you ask nicely..." He stopped, not going any further."This is not about me." She snapped."Of course, it is. You are the only that can do this to me and you know it," his voice dropped to a whisper that sent unwanted shivers down her spine, "the whole castle knows it."He was right, and accepting that was a turtore.____The minute Zezi had been able to get out of the King's room, she had ran right back to her room and l