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Alpha Damon’s lips curve into a subtle smile as his gaze lingers on the lush floral arrangements he personally adorns on the patio where he will stand with Princess Lana for the marking ritual. In the lineage of the Blackthorne family, marking a mate is an unusual act. The profound connections—spiritual, emotional, and magnetic pull of attraction—developed through marking a mate, and the corresponding clinginess from the marked mate is considered a departure from the traditional beliefs of strength in his family. “Is that a smile I see on your face, Alpha?” He hears a familiar hoarse voice raise a question behind him, and he turns to find his cousin, Declan, a step away from him. Damon clears his throat, shifts in his stance, and glances around to see that some Pack member has arrived to help out in the preparation. “Where are the Elders? I made myself clear that I want every eye that can see to witness the marking ritual.” He asserts in a cold indifferent voice. Declan looks at hi
LanaAmidst the incoherent conversation around me, I attempt to feel my body. I flutter my eyes open and confusion clouds my gaze as I struggle to grasp my surroundings. Eventually, my gaze locks onto Alpha Damon's first mate, Serafina, and for a moment a silent exchange passes between us as recognition dawns on me and memories from the first time we met resurface in my mind. Two months ago, we met in Mystwood. Serafina was the lupine hybrid I had treated with the special plants I had painstakingly searched the wood for the whole day. Yet now, she dares to steal my mate with my own scent.I don’t know how she manipulates my scent to confuse Alpha Damon and make him believe she's his mate, but I will do everything to expose her evil schemes. “Alpha Damon, you want us to start afresh, don't you?” I throw at the Black Pack Alpha abruptly. I know I am declaring war and Serafina’s intense gaze fixated on my face makes it clear that she also won't back off. My eyes widen in shock when I
Fourteen To [the One above],I write this letter to admit my failure to complete the mission entrusted to me. My plans took an unexpected turn and Alpha Damon has agreed to release her back to her Pack, a decision I couldn't prevent. I will send a letter when I confirm the day she’s leaving— The door creaks open, startling Sera. She glances at the door, and attempts to hide the letter, but the door swings open and Lohan barges in. His unfocused eyes betray the urgency of his message. “Sera, you need to hear this,” he exclaims breathlessly. Sera sighs and looks up from her incomplete letter, concerns etching her features. “What happened, Lohan? Don't tell me the maid failed too.”He takes a moment to catch his breath before speaking. “The maid injured Miss Hart but she was attacked with a freaking huge lampstand by the Red Pack Princess from behind. She’s currently receiving treatments from the Pack’s Healer. What should we do?”Sera’s grip on the quill tightens as the gravity of th
LanaPerched on the edge of Katarina's bed, I sigh heavily as my eyes remain fixed on her unconscious form. The room is softly brightened by the bedside lamp, casting a gentle glow on her usually resilient demeanor, now fragile in repose. My heartbreak to see her in this state. “This is all Serafina’s fault. How could she be so ruthless?” I seethe in fury. As the door creaks open, Katarina's brother's silhouette appears, weariness etched on his face. Katarina’s unfortunate incident exposed a lot of unexpected things. With her family’s sudden appearance, I find myself discovering a facet of her life she had never shared. “Is everything okay, Phillip?” He shakes his head and responds in a subdued tone. “Alpha Damon is here. He's asking for you. My father mentioned you've gone to bed, and he tasked me with waking you up.”“Alpha Damon is here?” I blink, surprise flickering in my eyes.“Yes, and it looks like he won't move an inch until he sees you,” Phillip lets out as he clears his
Alpha Damon senses a sudden tightness in his trousers as a rush of emotions—fear, pleasure, excitement, and confidence—displays on Princess Lana's pretty, now healthier, face. Now that she no longer looks malnourished, and his energy flows through her veins, she appears too appetizing for him to keep his gaze away.“Did you mark me with the intention of enhancing my pleasure when you eventually sleep with me?” Lana questions directly, regaining her composure after being momentarily enthralled by his earlier natural claim.An evil glint flickers in the Alpha’s eyes after he listens to her words. “That’ll be for the best, I believe.” “Will it be for the best? What about me? Do you hesitate to think for a moment if I don't want this?”Damon’s laughter ripples through the air, a dark and ominous sound that vibrates in Lana’s ears. As he strides closer, a menacing aura envelops him, and his piercing gaze locks onto hers. “You don't want to live?” he questions, his tone carrying a weight o
From the thick emotions in Alpha Damon’s voice, Declan discerns that he must be coming in that direction. ““Did you go back for her and she didn't refuse to return with you?” He questions, a hint of impish in his tone,The Alpha swiftly responds with a firm, “no” before clearing his throat as he realizes that he had been too distracted to ask her to go back with him.Declan fights back a hysterical laugh as he observes Alpha Damon adjusting his trousers. It’s now that he believes that his cousin has found his mate. Two months ago, when he came back with an unknown woman, claiming that she was his mate, he wasn't as possessive as this. “Why are you still here?” Damon's voice is deep and authoritative as he speaks to Declan. Declan, recognizing the return of his Alpha’s cold nature, playfully teases for the last time, “Are you bringing her back to sleep with her? Should we be expecting a new addition to our Blackthorne family?”The Alpha’s jaw tightens in response to his cousin’s teas
LanaThe dining room exudes the delicious aroma of freshly cooked dishes, each carefully prepared for the Hart family dinner by Celia, their housemaid.With my unsolicited help, a large, barbecued wolfsbane-infused chicken takes center stage at the table, surrounded by side dishes—mushroom risotto, roasted vegetables, and a savory stew with chunks of tender boar meat that I heard from Celia that Phillip hunted a day ago.I sit at the head of the table as the royalty in their midst, glancing around at the new faces I met today before my eyes fall on Katarina, who’s sitting right beside me.She can’t eat solid food yet, but she insists on joining the dinner, so I put together a nutritional liquid concoction to aid her liver’s healing process. I took advantage of Grand Healer Hart’s healing garden, to seize some dandelions and artichokes, and add garlic and honey to the blend. Silence shadows the dining as we begin to enjoy our meal. Unlike back in my house where laughter reverberates wi
Alpha Damon groans wearily as he spots Sera approaching from afar. The prospect of facing more questions and confrontations intensifies his hunger and exhaustion.“Is she Miss Sera, your first mate?” Ethan asks curiously as she draws near them. His voice has a hint of astonishment and innocence, to which Damon simply nods. He understands why the little boy is enthralled by Sera's ethereal countenance. Her hourglass body and gorgeous face are a lethal combination. It will captivate anyone who has blood running through their veins.“No matter what, don't say anything until I ask you a question,” he orders in a hushed tone as Sera rushes towards him, her expression reflecting urgency and concern.“Damon, did you hear? The Purple Pack Alpha sends his sister here as a marriage tribute!” Her eyes widened with surprise and frustration, “I’m still figuring out how to handle one Princess, and now there's another? What is this? Are you creating a harem?”“No, he has no interest in harems,” Etha
LanaDamon's sudden appearance, Hunter's lifeless body on the ground –leaves me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. It was all too much to process.“D-Damon!” I exclaim, rushing into his embrace.Overwhelming sense of relief flooding over me, I disregard his bloody bloody hand that clutches Hunter's heart, just focusing on the familiar warmth he provides. In Damon's embrace, the fear of losing him dissipates, replaced by his imposing presence that makes me feel both safe and vulnerable, an extraordinary sensation I've never felt more profoundly. Right now, wrapped in his arms, I don’t want to ever let go of him. He hugs me back, his incredible tempting scent filling my nose, and also comforting my heart. As he keeps me at arm's length, his penetrating gaze assesses my worn-out appearance. I know my face bore evidence of sleepless nights, I welcome his unwavering attention. Shyness envelops me as his gaze lingers, a blush spreading across my cheeks beneath his intense scru
“I've been stuck in this wretched kingdom longer than I anticipated,” Alpha Damon mutters under his breath, his hands halting in the midst of composing a letter. He runs his fingers running through his hair in frustration and releases the pen in his hand. He sighs heavily and takes a moment to think of how occupied he has been the last fourteen days. Tobias effectively convinced key authorities within the Moon Church, and they opted to confront King Vincent to move the Church to the Black Pack. Damon understands this will be foul play if he has no strategy in place, so he has been disseminating letters to all seven indigenous Packs, spanning from the farthest to the nearest.In each parchment, he asserts his role as the Alpha King, expressing the necessity to potentially expose their borders to a vampire invasion. Damon touches on Shrouded Peaks, Lana's true identity, and unveils the Prophecy. He discloses that the vampires have coerced the High Priestess into aligning with their ev
Lana Days slip away like sand through my fingers—a day, three days, a week. Damon's absence looms over me, an excruciating ache in my heart. I missed him so much…The thought that something bad may have happened to him, and no one knows fuels my desperate attempts to leave the mansion every day. Yet, each endeavor met with frustration. Ethan keeps intercepting me before I reach Shrouded Peaks, making frustration and uncertainty gnaw at my soul.My longing for Matthias or Katarina intensifies each day. I wish one of them were present in this mansion, and to depart with. My frustration mounts every day when I'm discovered by Ethan. Damon's safety consumes my thoughts, robbing me of appetite and inducing sleepless nights. The awareness that he's alone in the vampire kingdom heightens the unrest within me, and I can barely think of anything except him.I keep feeling like he needs me—that he wants me with me—and I can't shake it from my mind.. “How can I escape without Ethan discoveri
Lana “That ring belongs to Alpha Damon. He made him his heir. I believe he also thinks he may not return.”I stare dumbly, staring at Elder Devon in shock as he continues with a sigh.“He also left me a letter to train Ethan to be the next Alpha, but that's never happened in history. An adopted son…without the Alpha’s gift?”I shake my head in disbelief, his remaining words passing across my ears like a breeze. My mind reels, struggling to absorb the First Elder’s revelation. Damon’s ring…proof to his choice feels unnaturally heavy to be in Ethan’s finger.Without a moment of doubt, I push forward, my anxiety clouding my senses. My hand reaches for Ethan’s, and my closes around the ring. With desperate determination, I pull it out of his hand.“You cannot wear this. I won't accept that Damon won't return!” I exclaim, my voice echoing with a mixture of fear and disbelief.The golden ring with black onyx seems like a heavy emblem of an uncertain fate. It burns in my palm as bitter tear
Sixty-sevenThe moon hangs low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow on Alpha Damon, cloaked in shadow, as he approaches the ancient Moon church.The air is thick with an unnatural cold, and stillness as he slips through the creaking doors with a calculated move.Inside, the moonlight filters through stained glass, creating a surreal atmosphere. Damon's senses heighten, his imposing steps echoing on the cold, stone floor as he moves deeper into the dimly lit space. When he reaches a hidden passage, he halts, and moves closer to see a concealed door. “Hurry, we can't risk being discovered here,” urgent whispers fill the air.“Can we just forget about being discovered? I'm about to cum..” Murmurs, soft shuffles, and groans echo in his ears.“Distracted fools,” Damon growls under his breath as he swings the door open to reveal two church members. Their eyes widen with a mix of fear and confusion as the Alpha reveals himself.The intimate scene freezes, and an awkward silence hangs i
Lana Three days have passed since Damon's departure to the vampire kingdom. I miss him so much, and I find myself immersed in Lady Rosalind’s diary anytime I'm not with Lily or Ethan. The delicate script reveals her innermost thoughts, alternating between personal reflections and fantasies realized through Damon’s father, Alpha Devin. I enjoyed reading her diary, yet it felt like I was intruding on her deepest secrets, and to be honest it was uncomfortable at first. With her diary, I've learned a lot of her, and her aspiration for who she referred to as “darkness” “Did you ever call her mother before her death?”I recall the impulsive question I asked Damon when he found me during the Full Moon, and I feel my heart twinge as I realize how much pain that must have caused him.He probably never called Lady Rosalind “mother” and she also never called him her “son”My hand clenches around the diary, and I flip the pages to see that I only have a few more pages to read to be done. “I w
Inside his dimly lit chamber in his underground mansion in the vampire realm, Damon's furrowed brow, and restlessness betrayed his usual stoic expression. The intensity of his thoughts etched on his cold, handsome face as his mind unraveled the mystery of what else Cleo could possibly seek beyond him.It wasn't long before the haunting silhouette of Shrouded Peaks emerged. A sardonic laughter clawed its way from his throat, a grim acknowledgment dawning upon him.“Vincent better steer clear of my gaze, for I will kill him on sight.” Damon growls, a dangerous edge in his voice before he listens to the approaching footsteps.“Alpha? You are back!” Frederick exclaims as the Alpha’s intimidating figure appears before him.Damon's nod carries a shadowed intensity as he locks eyes with his housekeeper, and spy.Frederick Sinclair, born of an uncommon union between his father's vampire confidant and a she-wolf within their pack, stands under the weight of Damon's scrutiny. “Why did you with
In the shadowy realm of the vampire kingdom, Alpha Damon wears a long, black cloak, and has some red-hued cosmetics around the eyes to make him pass a vampire at a glance. In the quietude of the morning, his heightened senses guide his steps along the sunlit cobblestone streets. The absence of night’s shadows allows for clearer pathways, less obscured by darkness.The streets, sparsely populated with mostly hybrids, and a few powerful vampires, who can comfortably walk in the sunlight, fail to divert the Alpha’s focus. He marches forward, indifferent to those who cross his path. He is ready to kill anyone who intentionally stops him in his stride for any reason. Glancing around, he relies on his memory as a navigational map to lead him to Cleopatra Ravi's former residence.A year ago, he arrived in Nocturna under his father's command. During that time, he crossed paths with Cleopatra. After witnessing her adeptness in acquiring crucial information, he’s certain she's invaluable to t
LanaDespite waking up feeling incredibly sore between my legs, Damon’s absence still leaves me wondering why he's not the first thing I wake up to see.I pout as I glance around his chamber, but find no trace of him. “Where is he?” I don't want to leave the comfort of the bed because everywhere smells like him, but I stink of his cum. “I need a bath.” I groan, attempting to stand only to realize that my legs are in a bond by a shred. “Oh my god, he forgot to unbind me,” my cheeks flush red as memories of the last few hours replay in my mind.Dreamily, I struggle to sit on the bed and pull my legs up to untie myself. Flashbacks of how he had tied my limbs, deepthroated, blindfolded me, and granted me so many profound pleasures surge intense arousal within me.“Why am I still so horny? I should be satisfied for at least two weeks after last night!” I caution myself, feeling embarrassed by how he has made me want him every damn minute.It's truly self-damaging to be this needy for a m