Kanan seemed pleased that I agreed to join hands with him. I wasn't certain what he was truly able to do, but I felt hopeful and definitely not as depressed as I was when I woke up. He was right about one thing; I couldn't sit and do nothing. I had to strengthen my position in the vampire world, not only for the sake of being with Sariel but for my survival. For the last few weeks, I had grown completely dependent on Sariel's power, and I didn't like that at all. It wasn't because I didn't trust him, but I needed to feel that I was the one in control of my life.
I didn't want to keep my alliance a secret from Sariel. I felt I should tell him about meeting Kanan and thought he should also be aware of everything that had happened between Sophia and me. I felt my chamber and decided to take a little stroll around the main castle building to look for Sariel. I went outside the east wing and walked to the main entrance. I passed the two guards standing on both sides of the door an
Soldiers surrounded me, glaring at me as if I was some kind of villain. They all decided to support Kylo, no questions asked. Only Patrick stood beside me, shielding me from whoever thought of attacking me, physically or verbally. I started to be seriously sick and tired of everyone purposely disregarding my authority and stripping me of a single ounce of respect."Your sister deserved what she got. She insulted me, she brought me rotten food intentionally, and in the end, she tried to attack me. She is the only one she can blame, as a maid who tried to step on the King's concubine," I said calmly, surprising myself that I was able to keep my composure."She did what?" Patrick gritted his teeth, his eyes widening at my words."She insulted me and attacked me. Now, her brother is trying to do the same," I stated, catching the gazes of those who surrounded me.Kylo stepped towards me, his teeth clenched angrily while his enraged eyes looked me up and down.
Leo wasn't lying about putting me through hell. After my first practice that lasted six hours straight, I felt as if I was going to vomit my guts out. Nonetheless, I was ecstatic! This strange change within me made me stronger than I could ever imagine. I also found super-Lilith faster and with sharper senses than ever before. Patrick stayed with me throughout my workout, watching me fight Leo with his mouth wide open. Well, he wasn't the only one surprised by my abilities. I surprised myself over and over again when I responded to whatever Leo threw at me, dodging, blocking, or counter-attacking. Finally, I was able to use every single combat technique that Ezra had taught me, which I could never execute perfectly. At that moment, I could do whatever I wanted, and it all came almost effortlessly."Lady Lilith… You could actually keep up with Master Gotha! You are incredible!" Patrick applauded my abilities, even though I was still miles away from being able to match L
During those three days until my duel with Kylo, I had been trying to avoid Palace maids and servants. The last thing I wanted was to get involved in another difficult situation that could end in me engaging myself in a fight with someone.The most absurd part of "avoiding trouble" was eating. Apparently, the servants in the Palace decided to starve me to death since I stopped getting any meals from the moment I rudely rejected my rotten breakfast. I bet this was also Elora's doing. She used Sariel's absence more and more boldly, but I guess that not getting food was still better than getting meals that were poisoned. The kitchen was in the main building, where I had zero access, which was even worse.With the King gone and the Queen who hated my guts, no one could change my situation, not even Leo, but he and Patrick found an easier way: I started eating meals with the Royal Army. It was the safest way. No one would dare poison the army's meals.Leo was about t
Kylo's eyes were blazing in anger as he stormed straight at me. I ducked in a flash and made a long slide, bending my body down to avoid the range of his claws. I jumped up on my feet before he could turn around and roundhouse-kicked him. I used as much muscle strength in that kick as I could, but it barely made him move a few inches back.He grinned at me, his eyes widening with excitement. I clenched my teeth. I had to attack him first while trying to avoid his claws. It was safer to use a series of kicks that provided distance. He scratched my legs more than a few times, ripping the fabric of my leggings and soaking them in my blood. It hurt. It made me roar in pain, but it also increased my adrenalin to the maximum. I couldn't be more thankful that my wounds were regenerating at the speed of light. Nonetheless, the pain of my flesh being torn by his claws remained excruciating.I was more than determined to win. Not only because I didn't want to die, but to prove t
I stared at Sariel, processing his words and watching his pupils burn, proving he meant what he said."You cannot simply murder her…" I muttered quite nervously."Elora has many skeletons in her closet. I just need to find them and accuse her of doing something requiring the death penalty." He shrugged as if it was something obvious and would happen sooner or later.I stated, with a wry smile, "I don't think she would expose herself if she worked for many years to become the queen.""That is why I will have to make her reveal all of her secrets," he smirked.I didn't like the sound of it already, but I asked, "How are you going to do that?""I will have to… play nice around her for a while," he chuckled,as if it didn't mean that he would have to seduce her.I sighed heavily, "What if I don't want you to?""Are you already jealous, my love?" He pulled me closer and started kissing his way down my neck.
When I woke up, we were spooned. I grinned uncontrollably, ridiculously happy while recalling our last night. I thought that I wouldn't mind living like that… until my brain shifted to my complicated concubine reality and having a Queen-slash-my-man's-wife as a neighbor who hated my guts. The smile disappeared from my face, making way for a gloomy, depressing expression. It sucked. Not even Sariel's cool breath, which I felt on the back of my neck, helped me put my mind at ease. Certainly, he could not have noticed my suddenly tense body while tightly pressing his against mine. He murmured and placed his head on my nape."Should I help you relax again?" he whispered, his hand sliding down my waist and spreading my thighs."Sariel," I gasped as his fingers thrust inside me.My skin, still amazingly sensitive, started to shiver. The pleasure he was giving me was addictive, and the arousal I felt was overwhelming. He swiftly got on top of me while I submitte
Kanan was more than eager to come to the celebration ball with me. He immediately offered that he would introduce me to some of his supporters that would be present at the event. I was already convinced that choosing him as my so-called partner would be beneficial for both of us. He lived like an outcast for most of the thirty years of his life, staying in the shadows of the Palace that was supposed to be his home. He had to avoid all of the stronger semi-nobles and mixed-breed servants because mother nature didn't give him overly-grown muscles so he could fight for respect. Nonetheless, Kanan had been given other unique abilities. He was pretty much a genius. He was like a golden child, multiplying large numbers in seconds and swallowing advanced quantum physics as light reading before sleep. All those vampires who had lost their titles but still had quite a fortune gathered over the centuries adored him since he was giving them bits of financial advice and reviewing their latest p
Kanan made it sound obvious and easy to accept, but there was no way I could have thought of myself on the same level as an Alpha. I could barely defeat a mixed-breed, and facing a pureblood supernatural seemed amazingly terrifying. Nonetheless, Kanan gave me the courage to face the greatest enemy I had, who happened to be my father. After drinking another bottle of Don Perignon, I could even imagine myself shouting about the shit childhood that my bastard of a father arranged for me straight to his scary-Alpha-face. Of course, that part of my bravery disappeared as the hangover appeared in the morning…When I opened my eyes, I felt as if my brain was on a rollercoaster ride. Fortunately, the downsides of drinking disappeared quickly as my body turned on a super-digestion mode. My newly active genes were useful again. I managed to get up from bed when I heard someone knocking on my door. Alarmed, I jumped up to stand in a fighting stance, without knowingwhat to e