*Gwen’s POV*I had lost track of how long I had been at Darick's house. At some point, I noticed I had stopped caring. I couldn't get any reception on my phone, so I had no one to call, and I found myself growing closer to everyone here. Isabella had bought me some new clothes, and with each passing day, I felt as if being at Darick's was a regular part of my everyday life. I finished getting dressed and headed to the kitchen for breakfast with Isabella. Nothing smelled better than coffee in the morning. The robust flavor and hot liquid soothed my nerves and helped me start my day. Usually, I would be shuffling through my notes and deciding which article I wanted to submit for publishing by now. Despite the usual routine, it still felt strange to get up in the morning and not go to work.I thought I would be used to it already, but old habits were hard to break, and I longed to read over my reports and prepare for the next story I would chase. However, chas
*Gwen’s POV*I was powerless to resist his dominance as his body heat seeped into mine, making my stomach fuzzy and warm. I knew Darick truly did want me to stay with him to be safe, but that protectiveness, also seemed to have very wonderful benefits."Turn over," he whispered. “We’re not done yet.”I eagerly obeyed his command. Darick's lust had become obsessive, and I yearned for more of his touch. I kneeled on all fours as he caressed my neck and worked his way down to my ass. I was his to possess. His large hands cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly.Darick gripped my legs, wrapped them around his waist, and gently eased into me. His cock was like magic, causing me to become spellbound under his erotic powers. I clenched the sheets and bit his silk pillowcase, trying not to moan as he pressed harder and deeper. I met his driving rhythm beat for beat, rotating my hips in slow circles around his dick."How does that feel?" he grunted, his fingers di
*Gwen’s POV*I rolled over and stretched my arm across the bed, only to feel emptiness beside me. I opened my eyes and didn't see Darick beside me. The candles were blown out, and the window was slightly cracked, letting in a mild cool breeze.I grabbed a pair of clothes from the Old Navy bag that Isabella had given me and pulled out a few outfits to choose from. I was leaning toward the red knit sweater with the black and red cat paw print leggings. Isabella had good taste in fashion.I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, trying not to smile as I thought about my encounter with Darick last night. Shit! I was glowing and wondered if everyone would know what happened. What would they think? I spat the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed my mouth out.Why should I care about what his crew would think? Besides, Darick was the leader, and he would make sure no one said anything about it.I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. I could still fe
*Darick’s POV*"How so?" Gwen asked, curiosity in her eyes.Honestly, I never thought I’d tell this story to anyone, let alone a human. But here I was, spilling out my past, willingly and passionately. With Gwen, it felt so easy—and part of that scared me more than anything else.I sighed, looking at the photo of Edward in her hands. "I was in school one day when a fight broke out during lunch. I knew the kid getting beat and jumped in to save him. During a tussle with the boy who was beating my friend, he bit me. The pain was so intense it felt like fire surging throughout my body. I didn't think anything of it until I started experiencing strange things." "What kind of strange things?" Gwen asked, interest burning in her eyes. "It's hard to explain,” I stated. “But I could go without sleep for days, and I began craving blood. I would also have these very vivid dreams. I told my parents and my father decided to send me to live with my grandparents.
*Chelsea's POV*Dammit! I spilled my coffee on the stacks of paperwork covering my kitchen table. My eyes had bags under them as I worked tirelessly day and night trying to find Gwen. I managed to piece together different clues about where she could be, but kept running into dead ends. I had called the police, hospitals, and even tow truck companies to see if her car had been found since it wasn’t at her apartment.I feared the worst with each passing day, especially knowing that time was of the essence in missing person cases. I had talked to former employers and even put out flyers, but no one had seen or heard from her. Surely she would have told me had she left the country or gone on some wild news chase. I couldn't understand why she hadn't called, which scared me.I scanned the coffee-stained papers hoping to find additional clues.The Blood Kings was Gwen's last note I found in her apartment. I had completed the research on the Blood Brothers, but found
*Amon’s POV*"I want to know everything about your friend," I stated. I pulled a wooden stool in front of Chelsea and sat down, my eyes locked on her. When she didn’t answer me, I inched closer, feeling joy out of watching her squirm."Oh, sweet, Chelsea. You shouldn't be so trusting of people. I could smell your gullible scent from a mile away.” "W-Who are you?" she murmured, blinking back tears."Who I am is of no importance to you. I'm asking the questions, not you," I replied, gritting my teeth. Fucking journalists. "Y-You can't keep me here. My family will come looking for me." Her voice was soft, like that of an innocent child. I laughed. "Please, no one will come looking for you. They haven’t come for Gwen yet. Well, no one but you. Tell me about her, and I may let you go." "Why would I tell you?" she replied, her lip quivering slightly. "Because if you don't, you won't have to worry about your family looking for you. I'll
*Gwen’s POV*Upon seeing the news, Isabella had invited me to her room after Darick's outburst. I was glad Darick had calmed down. I'd seen him mad before, but never in the manner he was when Viktor showed him the news about the dead college girls. I was almost scared to be around him after he punched a hole into the wall. I wanted to know his plans, but I wasn't sure if he would tell me. "Gwen? Gwen, are you okay? You look as if you're lost in your thoughts." Isabella’s voice broke my internal dialogue, bringing me back to reality.I sighed. "I'm okay. I'm just worried about Darick. I’ve never seen him so mad." Isabella patted my shoulder gently. "Darick has worked hard to make sure the vampires don't draw attention to themselves. It's a good sign that right now, most people don't believe in vampires and will only see this as a sick cult ritual." Just then, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. "Come in, Viktor!" Isabella shout
*Gwen’s POV*I rolled over and yawned, basking in the glow of another morning waking up in Darick's bed. I was starting to feel like I could get used to this. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, then reached over only to feel the cool pillow beside me. My eyes slowly opened, noticing his side was empty.Where was he?I pulled the covers back and climbed out of bed. I checked the bathroom, but he wasn't there. Maybe he was cooking breakfast for me again. The thought of pancakes again made my stomach growl in response. I grabbed my clothes and set them on the bed.'Maybe he'll be back by the time I get out of the shower,' I thought to myself as I grabbed my toothbrush.There was a lot I wanted to talk with him about, especially after last night. I needed to know what he was thinking before we take anything further.First, the standard questions came. What did this mean for us? Were there feelings on his part? Were we a couple or just friends with benefits?Then, more pointed questions
*Gwen’s POV*When Darick returned home, I was ecstatic. No, even that’s not the right word. It’s been three weeks, and I still couldn’t find the right word. Either way, I was a wreck while he was gone. Viktor and Isabella told me why he was taken, and it made sense. The council was there to make sure the vampire world didn’t get exposed, but also to make sure that the vampires themselves, led with honor and dignity. That those who deserved to be in power, were. But they never told me what was happening to him because even they didn’t know, and that put my mind into a tailspin. Chelsea being there helped, but when Darick returned, I jumped into his arms and thanked whatever gods existed for his safety. Darick told us the details of what happened, how Lord Silas turned on him and would likely be stripped of his title, but even still, Darick didn’t blame him. Sure, he was angry, but he knew Lord Silas was doing it because he thought that Darick truly was unfit
*Darick’s POV*My eyes widened as every muscle in my body seized. Oh shit! I know that voice. It was Anton, an officer sent by the Vampire Council. Fuck, I knew this was coming. I just didn’t think it would be so soon.Jumping out of bed, leaving Gwen confused, I rushed to the closet and grabbed a pair of black slacks and my black shirt."Open the door, Darick, or I'll kick it down!” Anton warned as he smashed his fist against the door. “Darick, what the hell is—”I turned to Gwen, holding my pointer finger against my lips to indicate that she stay quiet. My mind was running a mile a minute, completely caught off guard. I ran to the door and paused to catch my breath as I grabbed the knob.Anton was standing there wearing black shades, a dark red leather jacket, and a black and red army uniform."Let me at least shower and get my clothes on, please." I had dried blood stains all over my body and smelled of sweat."No time for that. You
*Gwen’s POV*"Gwen?" Darick called out to me, pulling me from my daze.“I’m not going anywhere,” I said suddenly, resolute in every decision I’d ever made.“What do you mean?” Darick asked as the light from the candles flickered in his eyes. "I'm saying I want to be with you, and I'm choosing to be with you. Not because of a blood oath, but because…well, because I love you, too." Darick’s eyes softened, and he reached over, delicately, and slid a hand under my chin. "But it's dangerous to be with me,” he whispered as he gazed into my eyes with an intensity that I had never seen before. "I've been put under a blood oath, bitten by an evil mafia lord, and I've watched multiple gruesome attacks. Why should I be afraid now if that didn't break me?"Darick studied me, his glowing eyes flickering back and forth between mine. "Who are you, Gwendolyn Jones?" he asked.I smirked, and without hesitation, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips against m
*Gwen’s POV*My eyes snapped open at the sound of a soft moan from beside me. I looked out the window to see it was still dark—it must’ve been well past midnight—and felt a strong kink in my neck as I jolted up."Chelsea? Chelsea, are you okay? Can you hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked, bombarding her with questions as I turned to her.Chelsea moaned, and without opening her eyes, weakly stuck her middle finger out toward me."Oh, god. You’re okay!" I laughed, wrapping my arms around her neck. When I pulled back, her gaze was fixed on me. It had worked. The blood, the IV fluids…everything. She was okay. "Gwen,” she tried, but she broke into an instant cough attack. I grabbed the water Isabella left on the nightstand and Chelsea happily took it. She handed the glass back to me, and I returned it to its original spot. “W-what happened? Where am I?" she asked. I didn't know where to begin. How was I supposed to tell my b
*Darick’s POV*My mind was running rampant. I couldn’t calm down, I couldn’t find peace of solace.The way Amon touched her…grabbed her. He was going to kill Gwen, and as a result, I was going to kill him.All I thought of was death. Pure and torturous death. Until I saw her when she stepped out of the car at the house. She came around to the passenger side door and opened it. The way she maneuvered Chelsea around her as Wendall helped…she was so delicate, so soft.And I felt my body finally relax, and my mind come back into consciousness. Before I knew it, I was racing toward Gwen and helping her and Chelsea to Gwen's room. Once Chelsea was in Gwen’s bed, Gwen’s attention fell on me. I could feel her assessing my wounds. They hurt, but I’d heal. I was more concerned about her.“Are you okay?” I asked.Gwen nodded. “Are you?”“I-I will be,” I answered, my voice still hoarse from all the screaming. “I’m going to check on the others. I’ll come back as soon
*Gwen’s POV*My heart raced as Jasper inched closer to the door. Shit, I needed to say something, and quick."Wait!" I shouted. "I-I, uh, wanted to say I wish I could have been able to go with you the night you tried to kidnap me." I bat my eyes and bit my bottom lip. I had to do something to try and stall for time. Amon’s eyebrow raised, and he lifted a finger to stop Jasper. "Really?" "Yeah. I’ve realized…I want to be with a big, strong, sexy vampire like you. After the way you took control at Darick’s…it’s all I’ve been thinking about.” "Well, I tried to show you what you were missing out on," Amon smirked, taking a step closer to me. He was so close, I could almost feel his breath on my face. It took everything in me not to step back—not to lose my cool."Hey, boss, don't you want—""Shut the fuck up!" Amon yelled, interrupting Jasper. I swore I saw Amon’s eyes flick for a second to red, and then he shook his head and re
*Darick’s POV*Viktor turned off the van headlights and slowly approached the back entrance of what used to be our headquarters. My stomach churned each time I saw what used to be our territory. I could still picture the community of vampires laughing together during an evening event.I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to get sentimental. Gwen and Chelsea’s lives were on the line. I grabbed my walkie-talkie and contacted Amber, who was scanning the area a few miles away."Amber. Come in. Do you copy?”"I can hear you, Darick. Are you guys in the tunnel yet?" she responded. "No. We just arrived. I know you're far out, but how are the skies looking?" The question was code for if there were any rival vampires out to make sure our path was clear. We also didn't know if Amon had any systems that could track our frequency."Skies are clear tonight, Darick," Amber responded."Roger that. I'll get in touch with you soon.""Ok. Be safe. I won't b
*Gwen’s POV*I waited, staring into Isabella’s eyes. She didn’t speak for what seemed like an eternity.Isabella inhaled deeply and sighed."I don't know much about breaking blood oaths, but I was told your master can break them, if they know how. When Viktor first told me what Darick did to you, I searched for the book in the library to see if there was another way to break the blood oath because I wanted to set you free, but I couldn't find anything."My eyes widened in awe. "You were willing to do that for me, despite not knowing me?"She nodded. "Yes, because I disagreed with Darick bonding you two for life. There were other ways he could have kept you here without using that method. Viktor didn't agree with what Darick did either. It was the source of a lot of tension between them when you first arrived.""I thought Viktor hated me…" I said, meeting her eye.Isabella licked her lips and paused for a moment. "Well, he wasn't pleased about you brea
*Darick’s POV*I stormed into my office and began tearing through papers and books. I needed to formulate a plan of some sort—one that would help save this Chelsea woman, and also protect Gwen. To be honest, after what she said to me, I didn’t know why I was still helping her.But I was.I growled. Situations like this are why I don't get into relationships. I knew the minute I started having feelings for Gwen, her life was going to be in danger. Love was a weakness, and arsenal for your enemies. It was even worse as a vampire.Edward once told me love would be the death of vampires. We aren't made for love, only lust. We are demonized and shunned—we'll never be accepted. I should have listened to Edward. But here I was, searching the room for answers to help someone who had already turned her back on me.To top it all off, I’d be getting a summons from the Elders soon regarding the last fight. Too many issues had gotten out of my control under my leadership. Ther