The world around me was spinning, and I could hardly walk by myself. I might have been more exhausted mentally than physically. The pain in my chest was dredged up by the guilt of my first kill. I knew I could rationalize what I did, and I knew that Derek deserved to die, but that didn't change how I felt about it deep in my heart. I kept staring at my hands, dirty with blood, and at the knife, which I held tightly.
Ian wrapped my arm around his shoulder and walked with me, supporting me at each step. I noticed that the majority of my wounds had mostly regenerated already, but the deep cuts on Ian's neck and chest were still far from healed.
"Are you ok?" I asked softly.
"I've been through worse." He gave me a wry grin. "It's you that I'm worried about. You look like a bloody mess. You won't die on me, will you?"
"It's not my blood, mostly," I sighed, then my lips curved into a faint grimace. "My body is going to be fine. It is my mind that is missing a p
I might have entered some kind of magical bubble. With each stroke of Draven's tongue in my mouth, I felt more blissful, more into it. I was sinking in pleasure, ignoring everyone's shouts and joyful screams. Draven's arms were wrapped around me. He was pulling me closer with every abrupt breath he took, his chest muscles flexing against my body. As the chants around us increased, I became more aware of my surroundings. A flush of embarrassment flooded my face, sending a rapid wave of strength to push Draven away from me. With the impulse I gave him, he broke our kiss and leaned back to watch my blushing face while wearing a huge grin."You make me want you even more," he whispered against my lips and gave me a quick peck before releasing me from his embrace.I took a long exhale, trying to control my emotions. The inside of my mind was distorted. The pain, the guilt, the satisfaction of winning; it all mixed together. I needed a break, a moment to be alone and process
The rest of the ceremony went smoothly… I think. My mind was elsewhere most of the time. I captured the sight of those standing at the foot of the hill and couldn't think of anything other than my father's unimaginable cruelty. He had sold a part of his own pack. He got rid of those who had come to the Southern Woods Pack with my mother. I bet that he had done it once when he killed her. What could be more disrespectful than selling members of her old pack as slaves? I couldn't bear the thought that I had that monster's blood running through my veins, but I figured that I should at least make good use of the genes he gave me: use them against him and against every wrong he had ever done.Draven held my hand through the whole formal part, as if he was marking me as his, and I let him, not completely consciously, but I did. I stood still with my eyes numbly registering everyone and no one at the same time. My bewilderment successfully took away my attention from any kind
Taking a cautious step back, I said, "Mind telling me what are you doing in my room?""You didn't answer my question," Draven hissed, glancing at my phone, lying on the bedside table.I clenched my fist. "I have no obligation to explain my private conversation. Now I'll ask you again: what are you doing here?"Draven left out an angry sigh, "Your door wasn't locked.""It wasn't open either." I glared at him.I observed Draven taking a deep breath, putting out the fire within his eyes. "I wanted to check on you to know that you are fine after everything that happened today." His harsh tone turned warmer and more composed."You should have knocked first," I stated firmly."I did, but you were too busy flirting with that vampire over the phone." An annoyed smirk flashed across his face."I wasn't flirting with him!" I snapped, "And why the hell do I need to explain myself to you?! You know that we were in a relationship and-"
I was looking at the crowd kneeling before me as if I was a goddess. It was overwhelming. The pressure was getting to me from all sides, squeezing my chest. I glanced at Draven. He stood a few steps away from me, wearing a sly grin on his face. When he met my pleading, help-me-out gaze, he let out a brief chuckle and tilted his head, pointing at the crowd. He dared me to step forward and speak, but how could I? He was a natural-born leader, and I always chose to fight in the second or third row, yet currently, those people had their eyes solely on me! I forcefully pulled a breath into my lungs."I am not a Princess, and I am not at Alpha like my mother was!" I called out, trying to amplify the sound of my voice.I saw the people in front of me raising their heads and looking at me.I swallowed and continued, "I didn't know what happened to my mother's pack, and I used to be too weak to even try to find out. But I became stronger, and I am willing to use that str
I took a deep breath through my nose and closed my eyes. I could smell the faint scent of a she-wolf, clearly the one whom I chased, but there was no intimidating aura. I became more certain that JD had put the previous notes on my pillow himself, but not this time. Was she his spy? If so, that would have meant that she was in one of the six groups of warriors from the Moon Hill Pack. Who the hell was she?Truthfully, she wasn't too discreet as a spy. She entered my room and turned every light on like an amateur. It was hard to believe that someone like her worked for the elusive JD. Then I remembered she had been escaping through the employees-only stairs. That would mean that she either worked in the hotel or disguised herself as part of the hotel's staff. If that was the case, she could have taken a universal key to get fast access to my room. It could also explain her sudden disappearance: she must have known about the hotel plan. She knew where she needed to run to and w
My heart started to race as I processed what Patrick had said. "What?" I mumbled, somehow hoping that I had misunderstood him."His head had been cut off, and his body had been thrown into the dumpster," Patrick described, his fisted hand revealing his whitening knuckles."Do you think that the spy planted in my pack did it?" Draven's rage was audibly surfacing in the tone of his voice."Who else?" Patrick smirked coldly at him."It doesn't add up…" I muttered under my breath, but certainly, I was still too loud for Patrick and Draven not to hear me."What doesn't add up?" they asked in unison.My eyes shifted between their gazes as a nervous grimace flashed across my face. "Last night I saw a woman running out of my room. I chased after her, but I lost her in one of the corridors on the ground floor. When I came back to my room, I saw the note..."Patrick leaned forward in his chair, locking his eyes on me. "Did you take a clo
I sat on the bed motionless, thoughts spinning inside my head. I was forcing the air into my lungs as if I was squeezing it in through a thin straw. An insufficient level of oxygen made my head spin. "That can't be true. The child isn't his." Those two sentences played on repeat inside my mind, protecting my heart from breaking into pieces. My mantra worked slowly, soothing my heart rate and loosening my chest. The logical part of my brain restarted. "I need to call Sariel…" I mumbled to myself. I stared at the phone for more than a minute before my trembling hand managed to pick his number from my extremely short list of contacts. I made the call. Hearing the waiting signals was tormenting. I was taking long breaths, trying to exhale them slowly, but it didn't ease my anxiety. He didn't answer. A heartbeat later, I called again… and then again. I might have been irrational and too demanding, but I thought that I was going to fall apart if I didn't he
I violently shook my head, and then a scream escaped my throat, "No!"Rage mixed with agonizing pain as the burning hot blood ran through my veins faster and faster. I picked Sariel's number on my phone and called him. I waited, listening to long signals that only fueled my anger. How could he do this to me? I believed him when he said that he would make me his queen and that he would kill Elora… Was I the only one in love? Was he playing me up until this moment? No. I refused to believe that. When he didn't answer, I called him again and got switched to voicemail."You son of a bitch! You don't even have the decency to answer the fucking call and say it?!" I think my voice cracked just before I disconnected.My frustration was overwhelming. I didn't cry, but I wanted to demolish the entire room just to ease my anger.Another text came: "I'm sorry, Lilith. I wouldn't stand talking to you. I've never meant for it to happen, but this is the fact. Goo
Fucking Adragna! I could barely stand sitting in front of the Marquess or his sons, knowing that they were the ones who planned the attack on my parents. I should have squeezed my fingers around their necks and watched smug smiles disappear from their faces in agony, and yet, I was forced to keep calm, pretending I didn't know because I had no way to prove it. Those fuckers were good at killing witnesses. I hated them just as much as I hated those mongrels from the Southern Woods Pack. I was the Duke and a future king. I had the strength to crush those bastards to dust, but I had to sit there doing nothing. Why? Because King Mael said so! This old vampire thought that it would be refreshing if our annual meeting were held in his mansion in the Blue Valley, completely ignoring the fact that it was in the middle of fucking nowhere. I couldn't stay there a minute longer. I didn't care if King Mael would be pissed. I wouldn't lose his favor anyway. I was the strongest of all the
"My friend will finally wear the crown!" Martha's enthusiasm nearly made my eardrums explode. Truthfully, I couldn't care less about the crown. It was the wedding dress that was freaking me out. Who would have thought that the vows "till death do us part" would actually mean being together for at least a few centuries? I didn't doubt Sariel's love or mine for him, but still… I still hadn't sorted out the whole "vampire issue". After a month of living as a super-duper-commoner, I knew that I didn't need human blood; drinking Sariel's blood was enough for me. I was ecstatic to find out that he didn't need to drink any other blood than mine either. Will told us that it was a "mates' thing", and that this dependence would bind us forever as well as make us stronger. Yet, it didn't solve all the issues that made me anxious. Commoners lived forever, literally, and nobles had extended but limited lifespans. Would I be forced to live without Sariel? The thought of that formed a knot
"Good morning, my Queen."I would never get enough of hearing it. Sariel made it sound amazingly enticing. His smiling eyes were eating every piece of me. The intensity of his gaze made me flush. We were both naked, although I couldn't recall the moment I lost my silk nightgown. Sariel's arms were wrapping me tightly, and our legs were tangled. The air around us was saturated with arousal, so electrifying that the mere spark could cause an explosion. As my eyes roamed down from Sariel's eyes to his lips, I saw a smug grin. One breath later, his hands cupped my buttocks, lifting me slightly so I could feel his erection against my sex. I gasped."I see you're all healed," I chuckled nervously."Almost…" he smirked. "Now I need a different kind of therapy."His lips blocked mine before I could say anything else. He pinned my hands down on both sides of my head and deepened the kiss with passionate, lush licks. As I surrendered to his caresses, his han
According to the legendWill found, the mate's blood had the greatest effect on the full moon. Well… no surprise there. Conveniently for us, the full moon was tomorrow. The problem was that the whole ritual was quite risky since it required unplugging Sariel from any monitoring equipment in order to grant us an intimate environment. The healing ritual should have been performed between the two mates alone, without any disturbances. I could actually agree with that last one. The moment when we exchanged blood last time, well... I wouldn't want anyone to be around when it happened. Still, I was restless. What if we unplugged Sariel because we believed the legend, and he would die because of this choice?I asked Will if I could read everything he found about that legend, and he agreed to bring me all the centuries-old books that had mentioned something like "mates" among vampires. The moment I began to read it, my heart started to pound. The words describing the bond
After coming back to the Palace, I was dragged away from Sariel. The King was unconscious, and the reign of the kingdom had to be settled immediately. I was led to the study, where I met Gabriel, a group of lawyers, and Leo. I had no idea what my role was in all of this, and I didn't care. I would rather sit by Sariel's bed until he woke up, yet Leo firmly held my hand, convincing me to stay. He told me that there was a certain protocol I, as the queen-to-be, should follow. Reluctantly, I gave up and decided to listen.One of the lawyers stepped forward. He held a sealed envelope. He showed everyone the unbroken seal, and then he opened the content. It was an emergency protocol. It was only supposed to be open if something happened to the King. Acknowledging the reason we were gathered in that room made my head spin. I was suffocating. I stumbled, taking a step back. It was too much. Sariel wasn't dead! I couldn't bear to do anything as if he had already died!"It's on
When I saw Jarred standing over Sariel, who was lying on the ground, my heart stopped beating. My King was bleeding heavily from multiple cuts on his chest, his shoulders, his arms… When I ran into the arena and stopped in the middle, everyone's eyes shifted to me. I struggled to take a breath as the tears flooded my cheeks. Jarred growled and gestured at two standing-by guards so they could take me out of there. Jarred should have known better than to send two rogue werewolves against me. As I roared warningly and pulled out my claws, the wolves stepped back, recognizing my strength.I knew that I couldn't interfere in Sariel's fight. I was no match for Jarred, nor did I want to take away Sariel's pride. The only thing I could do was to bring back his will and courage. I couldn't lose him when we had just gotten each other back. As he turned his head towards me, I met his eyes. Their fire was slowly dying. The view devastated me, but I was not allowed to give up.
I ran towards the screen, processing the situation. The arena was surrounded by a rising ring of metal constructions with wooden boards lying on them, creating a provisional place to stand or walk. A few seconds later, Sariel and Jarred were joined by the audience. They stood on each floor of the construction. They were Jarred's men: rogue wolves and commoner vampires, hiding their flesh under the thick hoods and robes. The outcasts. They were all chanting Jarred's name and spitting underneath Sariel's feet. I could hear their spiteful voices coming through the speakers. Hearing their hatred tore my heart apart, but Sariel seemed unmoved. My King stood proudly, glaring at his enemy while he enticed the crowd, fueling their furious shouts. "Where's Lilith?" Sariel clenched his fist, seeking my presence in the audience. Jarred raised his hand, silencing the crowd, before speaking, "My Sister is safe. She is resting in her room." He curved his lips into a smile, but his
I turned towards the door and observed the overly tall shape of a man emerging from the shadows of the corridor. As he passed the threshold of my cell, I stepped back, soaking my bare feet in the puddle of Ian's blood. My instincts forced me to keep the right distance despite the circumstances. His dangerous aura filled every corner of the room, making every breath more and more uncomfortable.A second later, I saw a man with wavy, naturally ruffled black hair. The irises of his eyes were green with light shades of gold, captivatingly glowing in his olive complexion. He had strongly underlined cheekbones and a sharp jawline, giving him a highly intimidating look. As he entered, his eyes were locked on me. He never spared a glance at Ian's bloodied corpse. He stepped forward, and I instantly stepped back. Once I did, his full faint-pink lips formed a wicked smirk. He walked my way until my steps back brought me against the wall.He easily towered over me, shutting me in
"Lilith." Someone cautiously called my name, pulling me back to awareness.Waking up was hard. It instantly brought me pain before I could even open my eyes. My mouth twisted in a silent scream as I felt my body burning from the inside. My senses were dull, and I could barely feel anything except the pain."Silver is still in your blood. Try not to move; it will be less painful that way," the low voice advised.As more of my consciousness came back, I found myself lying on the bed. I opened my eyes and saw my hands in shackles, restrained by chains on both sides of the bed. There was also a cold metallic collar on my neck. The advice I heard was accurate: the pain lessened as soon as I stooped to move, yet I needed to find out more to evaluate my situation. I slowly turned my head to the source of the voice and saw Ian standing beside my bed.I instantly frowned. "Traitor," I mumbled.He smiled wryly. "I merely chose to be someone better than a dri