ValerieWhat did I have to offer?It was a question Lucas already knew the answer to. I had nothing. There was nothing I could possibly give to him.I was a slave who had been plucked up at such a young age, I’d never had the opportunity to learn a skill. I didn’t know how to cook or hunt. I didn’t have a lovely voice or an eye for art. I was simply…there. Existing in this terrible world.I studied his face, trying to understand. Trying to pry apart his reasoning. What could I offer? Me, a slave?Lucas leaned in, his body long and lanky and said in my ear, “Let me give you a hint. I’m sure you won’t forget your Alpha’s generous offer.”My Alpha’s…offer?How could he know of it? The offer that Alpha Xavier had promised me—one of freedom. Had he eaves dropped at the time? Did he turn into a bat, fly into the room and stick himself to the wall like a fly? Could he do that?The world was spinning around me. I was beginning to feel my legs going out.I felt my face turn hot as coals, and m
ValerieSilence swept over the room like a shadow. What once had been a crowd full of loud colloquy and laughter had become a sea of wide eyes and sheer silence. I felt a chill crawl up my spine as I read over their pale, bony faces. They were all looking at Lucas, like he was a monster of sorts.“Lane?” blurted Marvolo from across the room. “That Lane?” There was a suspicious furrow in his brow, but it quickly sunk away as he tilted his head back and laughed. “No, that’s impossible. I haven’t seen you back in Chelver.”He was laughing heartily, but no one was joining him. It seemed the rest of them half-believed Lucas’s identity, and it was leaving a striking mark on them, though I didn’t know why. Why were they so scared of Lucas? And what did the Lane name mean to them?Then the host stepped forward and cleared his throat. “For the sake of the archive, I must know, my guest. Are you…from that Lane family?” His voice was quivering in a way it hadn’t all night. Almost like he was…afr
ValerieI knew Vampires all had special abilities. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been much of a threat to the rest of us—besides their thirst for blood, of course. But that threat would exist for as long as vampires walked the earth.Their real threat was their abilities. Most vampires were born with abilities that could take rivals to the ground, or assist them in catching their prey. Their powers had caused great destruction during the war, and the very abilities might’ve been the only thing standing in front of the werewolf’s eminent reign. If it were not for the fact that most vampires wielded fairly weak abilities, they might’ve even won.But of course, it depended on the vampire.It was said that the purer their blood, the more powerful they were. I recalled reading about it in some of my father’s many books. Pure-blooded vampires moved extremely fast. Some could leap over buildings, and some had unmeasurable strength. Some could even teleport—it was because of this that the hig
Valerie The door flung open. Two heavily-dressed vampiric guards stepped into the room. They parted to the sides and bowed for the individuals approaching behind them. The three were of high status. I could tell by the clothes they wore and the way they held themselves, striding into the room without a fleck of fear or apprehension. As they descended the stairs, it was as if the entire room froze up like a herd of sheep. All of the quiet murmurs and frantic shouting stopped. No one moved from their position. They all stared up, watching the men descent the stairs in silence. Of the three men, the one in the center seemed to have the authority. The man at his right was more rugged. A muscled vampire with a shade of darkness on his face. Something was terribly familiar about him, but I couldn’t put my thumb on it. He looked around, seeming frustrated by the sight. Then he glanced to his leader, as if they were exchanging wordless thoughts. The man to the leader’s left was far more ca
Valerie “Certainly, my Lord, this isn’t what you think.” The carefree one to his left was beginning to seem less and less care-free by the second. He swallowed and looked around at the many guests, the curtain, and the stage where Ava had been. The cage was hidden now, but it wouldn’t be hard to find. He laughed dryly. “Surely, this is just a party. No pet business involved.” Kronos raised an impatient hand to cut him off. “Lord Mueller,” Lucas’s brother began. His careless voice swept the room, silencing everyone else within it. “Do you think that my father knows nothing of your despicable business practices? Do you believe us to be blind?” The lord of Baycrest said nothing. His mouth cinched into a tight line and he lowered his head obediently to the Lane brother. “Hector, go check the vaults,” ordered Lord Kronos. The brother complied, bowing his head to his father and striding off. Once he was gone, Kronos turned to Marvolo. “Has the dispute been sorted, or do you require
ValerieIn all honesty, it was a pointless room. If one wanted to escape, they could have simpled reached for the end of their leash and unhooked it from the latch.We were humans with opposable thumbs, after all. Sometimes I thought the rest of the world forgot that we were physically capable of most of the same things they were.The only factors keeping us obedient were the fact that we would be horrifically punished if we were ever to attempt an escape—and also the large and intimidating guard that had been brought into the room.It was mostly his presence that pressed us to stay where we were and patiently await our masters. It was not long before my legs began to tremble from standing so long. I hadn’t had a break since the moment Lucas and I were seated on the couches, speaking to Marvolo. I wanted to pace, to run to stretch—but slaves were not allowed freedoms like these.After several moments of excruciating silence, a cough came from the guard. I looked over, watching as he t
LucasIt took all I had not to choke on the marvels of the Lord’s castle. The Lord of Baycrest was no different from the rest of the high society bastards in this place: prestige was everything.And yet, I found myself gassed by the gaudy decor. The over-the-top, tacky interior of this particular meeting room he had lassoed us all into. It was not usual for a lowly Lord of a poor and decrepit city to own such an expensive eye-sore of a castle.I moved with the crowd, but close enough that I could listen to the desperate rambling between Lord Mueller and Kronos. “Your majesty, please trust me. I hadn’t known a thing about this trade business. I certainly wasn’t involved myself.” He finished off with a laugh—a desperate, peculiar laugh, that was surely fooling no one.Especially standing in a room like this. I paused my eavesdropping to take a gander, soaking in the lavish decor. The velvet curtains, certainly purchased from abroad. The paintings, antique by the look of the crackling pa
LucasVampires had a particularly keen taste for fresh blood, and nothing else. Anything stale, frozen, or otherwise could sicken them. Of course he was lying, and of course, everyone in the room was now in on it.But of course, it wasn’t as if the Lord could admit to Kronos and the other high-class vampires that he had monetized plenty of coin from the illegal trade business, could he?No one seemed to be interested in the matter, but his blatant lie has settled over the room like a dark crowd. Worried looks passed over the faces of the present vampires—not because they were scared for themselves or their crimes, or even because it was unsettling knowing that their leader was committing a crime or two of his own. But because if Lord Vincent was keeping a supply of slaves for his feeding, that meant the famine was worse than expected.Slaves only lasted so long, after all. What would we do when they eventually vanished from the face of the earth? We lived for centuries, and human bloo
VALERIE Xavier led us to the sentry post before the sun had fully risen in the sky. The horizon was a brilliant lavender, the air crisp and chilly. There were no guards around, and carnage spilled upon the grass. Blood, fur, weapons and signs of struggle in the dirt. I supposed there would be a lot of violence from this moment forward. That this would not be the last puddle of blood I saw. I just hoped, with all my heart, that none of it would belong to Xavier. Distantly, Lucas stood beside the cab of a black sedan, patiently staring down the sunrise. We had but a moment to say our goodbyes, and I was afraid to start. The sooner I began, the sooner it would be over with. And I might never see Xavier again. When the time came, when I heard his voice whisper my name, “Valerie.” I did not hesitate. I threw my arms around Xavier and clutched onto him with all the strength in me. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave him here, but I knew I would only be a liability. Besides, h
XAVIERI watched Valerie’s sleeping face, her cheeks peppered pink from the warmth of the bed. My body was still on fire, long after the crisp of night swept into the old house and flushed out all the heat.The mark on Valerie’s neck glowed, red and angry in the dim light of an impending dawn. One single bite, not deep enough to break flesh, but deep enough to bruise it. Deep enough to leave the impression of every tooth. Beneath it, the soft red petals of kiss-marks peppered down her body, vanishing beneath the blankets. I shouldn’t have given in to my desires; she needed her rest, and I needed my focus. But I did not expect the way my body would react once I was biting down on her elegant neck.And I did not expect the way her body reacted to my bite. How potent her pheromones became once she was marked.I was not strong enough to deny her after that.I had kissed every inch of her until she begged me to take her, and I could not remember much else beyond the sound of her cry in the
VALERIE “What do you mean?” The fear and anger clenched so tightly in my chest, it felt like a rib would break. Stay? He was all I had and now we were being separated? I had just lost Ava. I was going to lose Xavier, too? “You can’t stay! I don’t want to leave you!” Tears pricked at my eyes—tears of rage this time. Not anger, not pain. Rage. Because it was just so unfair. After everything, it was just so unfair to lose them both. “No! I just lost Ava, I won’t lose you too!” Again, he kissed me, and again I could do nothing but kiss him back. It was the feeling of air in your lungs after a long time under water, and I loved breathing Xavier in. I loved the sweet warmth of his kiss, the softness of his lips. But I hated the way it quenched the fire in me. The way I felt…a little less angry. “Lucas will protect you,” he said as we broke apart, gently leaning his forehead against mine. I could hardly breathe. The tears burned like acid on my cheeks. I shook my head, pulling away f
VALERIE I woke in a faint mist. There was nothing around me but white. And in the distance, four shapes were coming closer, breaking through the tiffany clouds. Somehow, I knew I was meant to be with them. I trudged through the fog, my feet taking into a run as the shapes of them began to appear in the mist. My parents. Mathilda. Ava. They smiled, their arms extended, waiting for me to walk right into them. But I could not reach. It seemed no matter how far I ran, I could not get any closer to them. They grew further and further away, and then they disappeared entirely. They disappeared into the fog, like shapes erased from paper. “Wait!” I cried out. “Wait for me!” But they were gone. And I was alone, in that white, empty world. I crumbled to my knees and cried. “I don’t want to be alone. Don’t leave me alone.” Then I felt something with in me. A warmth. You are not alone, that familiar voice said. I ignored her, sobbing into my knees instead. I had been so close to them
VALERIE The room was suddenly electric. The look Caeser had given me did not settle. Rather, it curdled in my stomach like bad food. Suddenly, I was no longer hungry. The music had stopped playing, and the crowd had gone quiet, confused by the confrontation between son and father. But Xavier looked as composed as always. “If you would not mind taking a seat, father,” Xavier began. “I have more details to—“ Suddenly, a sound like thunder rolled through the entrance of the banquet hall. The tables turned their attention to the entrance door, where a guard stumbled inside. Something was terribly wrong with him, by the look of it. His eyes were glazed and distant, his lips turning blue. He stumbled in on weak legs and collapsed to the floor, veins scrawling up the side of his neck. Several guests leapt from their seats in fear. “What is going on?” a woman exclaimed. The man beside her stepped closer, crouching as if preparing to shift. Others joined him, taking a defensive stance am
VALERIE It was late into the evening when the guests began to make their way to the palace in hordes. I had been watching out the window when a gentle rapping came at my door. A guard stepped inside and bowed. “I have been instructed by Princess Alyssa to retrieve you for the banquet. Might you dress in something…a little more appropriate for the occasion?” I felt something light inside of me at the invitation. It wasn’t that I was necessarily excited for the banquet, but it gave me an opportunity to see Alyssa. And Xavier. I had been locked in my chamber for days now, waiting for Ava to recover from her…recent events. But I did not want to leave her be. Especially after what had occurred with the guards. I turned to look at her. She seemed…relatively normal today. Perhaps it wasn’t hurting anyone if I escaped for an hour or two. “Go ahead,” Ava said with a smile. “I’ll be here waiting for you.” I nodded to her and dressed quickly in the finest thing I owned—a gown gifted to m
XAVIER After my conversation with Lucas, I sat in silence for a long while. I was in an agonizing pull of pressure—one side mulling over the idea of telling Valerie the truth, the other considering a world where I ran away with her. Of course, this couldn’t happen. But it did bring me a moment of ease to imagine. No more chaos. No more responsibility. Just the two of us, running from this face as fast as our legs would take us. But that was a dream. Not the reality that spilled out in front of me. The truth was, I was casting her out of Orheroad, whether she liked it or not. I had no other option. And she would not be happy about this. But she would be okay. And that was enough. Eventually, my silent thinking came to an end when a knock rapped on the door. Before I would rise to answer it, Ralph entered with the injured guard from yesterday. As most wolves do, he had recovered quickly. “Sir,” the guard said, drawing down in a slight, pained bow. I waved a hand to ward off the f
XAVIER I stared at the phone for much too long. The small device—one of only a few left in the entire world—sitting in inanimate silence, and somehow still mocking me. It took all I had to reach for it, and even once I’d done that, I could not bring myself to pick it up. After several beats of hesitation, I lifted it in my hands and dialed the number to Saelmere Castle. It rang once. Twice. Three times. Then he answered. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the long lost prince. What is it? Did you miss me too terribly?” At first, Lucas sounded joyful—maybe even a little humorous. And then suddenly, his tone dropped. All the smile fell from his voice and he grumbled lowly into the line, “I must say, It is about damned time.” I frowned at the sound of Lucas’s droll, irritable tone. After the security over the city was reinforced, no one had been able to call in or out. I wasn’t sure how many times Lucas had made the attempt, but by the sound of his hard-edged voice, he was angry. Whic
VALERIE The longer I stayed with Ava, the more obvious it became that she wasn’t the same as she used to be. Every time we spoke, she was becoming more of a stranger. Less of Ava. She seemed to have forgotten most of the time we’d spent together in the shop. Vague things came back to her now and then—the day her master purchased her. The view of the market district from the pane glass windows. But not much else. And though she remembered who I was, she didn’t remember Aunt Louise and Aunt Rita. She couldn’t name a single girl from the shop, and she didn’t seem to recall the talks we used to have, either. I didn’t sleep well that night. I dreamed instead…the strangest dreams. I dreamed of wild, vivid forests and the air billowing against my skin. I dreamed of running and running until my feet lost all feeling. I did not know why I dreamed such strange things, but I didn’t mind it either. I could taste the earthy scent of the forest around me. I could feel my heart thundering in my ch