Xenra
I rubbed my feet against each other, struggling to get the stupid chains off but it seemed I was only entertaining the crowd.
I tried reaching for it but it only wore me out. Sweating in between ragged breaths, I gave up trying. My body was weak and begging for relief.
So I hung there, helplessly as my captors approached me with grinning faces. The greed in their eyes warned me that I had a lot coming my way if they successfully captured me.
“Quite lively for an omega, aren't you?” One of the slavers snorted, reaching for my face.
My expression went stoic as my eyes darkened ruthlessly. I tilted my head, sinking my teeth into his hands before fisting him in the balls and shoving him.
He hit the ground, groaning in pain as the others burst into laughter.
"Quite a feisty one I must admit. She has a fire and quite a temper. This might just be our best one yet,” another chuckled, stepping from behind.
I tried to spin around. Give him a piece of my mind but something pierced into my neck. The effect of whatever drug he injected into my system was rapid.
I could feel it zapping off the little strength I had left. My feet were suddenly unclawed and I hit the ground. Would have appreciated it if they let me a little closer to the ground.
My body was lifted by a couple of men and I was laid on the floor. My vision blurred out, blocking me from getting a proper look at what they were doing.
“Give her the exclusive space stamp. This baby right here is going to fetch us a lot of money. I can feel it.”
The minute I felt something press against the back of my palm, a new feeling replaced the weakness.
Anger.
All the events of the night hit me at once intensifying the fury coursing through my veins.
This night has been nothing but an embarrassment. I, Xenra, the once dreaded vampire Queen was reduced to a wolfless omega and lowly blood slave in one night!
Now these weak ordinary men spoke about using me for money? There was only much humiliation I could take.
I've had enough!
The haziness cleared in an instant and I grabbed the wrist of the slaver stamping me. Gripping it tightly within my fists, I forcefully snapped it.
A loud cry escaped his lips, and I seized the stamp from him, burying it deep in his left eye. A whip lashed on my back and I let go, slumping weakly.
“Kill that thing! She's a monster!”
“I'm sorry, man. I didn't expect she would still have the strength to attack after I injected her. You know how these things work! We can't just let her waste.”
He took a closer look at the damage I had done to the slaver. The man was still cursing and groaning with blood streaming from his eyes.
He grabbed the whip angrily and hit me again and again until I could barely breathe.
Once again, my vision began to blur.
In the midst of this chaos, it seemed that someone, or a group of people, was rapidly approaching.
At first, I feared it was possibly the wolves chasing me from earlier. I didn't know which was better. Getting captured by slavers or Alpha Kent's men.
The slavers gathered together, nervously glancing at each other as they contemplated the next step to take.
If I weren't so pissed at them, I would advise them to run but right now, I just wanted this weakness to go away. I wanted my body back!
A mysterious figure stepped under the moonlight. I could barely make out much because of the dizziness, but the long, curled dark hair falling over the sides of his face and the godly masculinity suggested he was handsome.
However, he wasn't alone. A pack of wolves joined him but they looked nothing like regular wolves. They were unusually large with piercing golden eyes and thick dark fur. From their stance and the power they commanded, one could tell they were elites.
Special werewolf combat team that could take down even the strongest of creatures. I recognized them because they were a threat to even us, vampires.
"Why did you come to my territory?" The rich, deep voice felt like a coat of silk in the harsh, airy night. His calmness was almost as threatening as the ruthless-looking wolves beside him.
But that wasn't the problem.
Even in a thick blanket of dizziness, I recognized that voice. A voice that once drove me to heights of ecstasy.
One that belonged to none other than a former werewolf lover.
Alpha Asher.
This night couldn't get any worse.
XenraIt seemed like the effect of the drug was fading so I was awfully aware of everything going on around me. In detail this time. Asher's once shimmering grey eyes were ice cold now, sweeping through each slaver with an intensity that made them shiver. It seemed most of them recognized him. This ruthless werewolf leader made even the mighty crumble before him. Whether it was the powerful aura he exuded or the strength built in those muscles, whichever it was it compelled a submission that required more than willpower to resist.Considering how many times he had me begging, squirming in his bed.I couldn't help but wonder if he still hated me now. Our relationship didn't exactly end on good terms. Did he still think of me?The slavers began to slowly retreat in panic. They knew what this man was capable of and how many packs he reduced to dust. “We don't mean trouble, Alpha. We are only chasing a runaway slave,” as if to back their claim, they raised my hand to reveal that slave
XenraOn hearing the words, the slavers seemed to have gone through five rounds of death. The wolves continued to enclose them, flashing their fangs and threatening movements, further intensifying their fear. In less than a second, they pounced and the silent night was disturbed with screams and pleas. The traders tried to fight back, a few of them transforming into their weak werewolf forms. If I thought I had seen humiliation, this was the worst. Before the elite wolves, they looked like cubs. Small and inferior. It made the killing process easier. As the weaker wolves attacked, the bigger wolves curved strategically, sinking their fangs into their necks. One snap and they all went limp. All except the squirming slave master. Who looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “P…Please….” Asher's cold gaze made him hold his breath, afraid the wolves would kill him if he even breathed wrong. “I don't intend to kill you. I need your help,” Asher said slowly. I looked at him in
Behind the walls of the ancient Maltos Castle, a unique scent of roses and blood coated the air. The room could be described as a black paradise, with black painted walls and thick striped curtains. A huge four-poster bed lay in the middle, the black curtain sheets stretched, wrinkled by the entangled bodies hidden beneath them. The ethereal beauty sprawled on the bed, with the arms of her lover, wrapped around her delicate body. “You smell nice,” he whispered lazily. Her eyes flickered open with a low hum. From the stunning glow in the scarlet eyes, one could tell she was still immersed in the afterglow of sex.“I always smell nice.” The deep rumble from his chest made her look up. The laughter of her lover always found a way to make her heart tingle. “You have always been so cocky, my Queen and I must confess it suits you,” he flicked her nose. The Vampire Queen giggled, adjusting the sheets to hide her body. Lenhandro held down the sheets. He loved the way her pale flawless
XenraThis is insane! How can this be happening to me? I begged her to let me be reborn to take my revenge. Shouldn't she have gotten the hint that I wanted to be reborn as a vampire Queen, not whatever the hell this was?Apparently, the woman thought this was funny. She made a cruel joke out of my situation!Releasing a sigh, I accepted my fate based on compulsion. I asked for a second chance at life and I got one. The best thing to do was utilize it.Returning my gaze to the mirror, a set of scarlet orbs stared back at me. Although strange, it was somehow relieving she let me retain my terrifying eye colour. It would traumatize me if I wind up with those random blue eyes. Squishing the chubby cheeks for mental approval, a grin broke out of my face. It felt so warm. So alive. I touched my chest and just as I suspected, I heard the gentle beats of the human heart. Unlike my cold, silent, heart.“What can I say? Thank you, Moon Goddess,” I winked charmingly, secretly hoping my goo