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“I am yours,” Lana’s acceptance startles the Alpha for a moment. She has once declared that she didn't belong to him, but here she is, admitting his claim.“So adorable…” A smirk plays on Damon’s lips, inwardly elated and aroused by her submission.Their eyes lock, and he moves to squeeze her hip, ready to pull down her long floral skirt when her low, enchanting voice halts his action.“And you are mine too... right?” The expectation and vulnerability in her golden brown eyes, which he had yearned so much to see these past few days, halted him from saying what he might say if circumstances were different. And he hadn't almost lost her to his enemies, because he couldn't protect her.Damon breaks the silence with a tender smile, his fingers tracing a gentle path along her cheek. “Yes, Alana.” He responds, his deep commanding voice a soothing murmur. “We belong to each other. I am yours, as much as you are mine.” Lana responds to his words not with words of her own but with a soft, pas
In the cold, dimly lit cell, Sera’s eyes flutter open. The silver-induced chains dig into her flesh as she attempts to stir, and her memories gradually return. She can't recall how long she’s been tied up, or how many days she’s been unconscious, but she's certain that she’s back in Damon’s mansion. Weakness and pain course through her as her mind replays Lohan’s death. The wolves that attacked them that night severed his body parts right before her until he lost his life. Watching the only support in her life killed in such a gruesome way had caused her to blank out. “Did he suspect anything when he found May’s? What will happen to me now?” Serafina ponders hard, shivering at the thought of having to live without any support. Just like the cell, she feels empty and cold. She misses Lohan. He was her loyal friend. Sera is aware that Damon kept her alive to interrogate her, but she’s clueless about her. She doesn't know anything about Luca’s former blood slut, except her surname.Lo
LanaI stir in my sleep as I feel a gentle grasp around my waist. I moan softly, feeling Damon rub his morning wood against my ass. “What’s the time?” I ask, drowsiness drifting off my voice upon realizing my mate is awake.“Don't worry, it's not Dawn yet,” he whispers in my ear, his nose nuzzling my nape. “You slept off last night,” he asserts, his hand shifting to cup my breast.“Hmm…” I moan, reacting to his intimate touch.We left the Human Land yesterday morning after Katarina successfully reattached Matthias’s hand. When we got back to the Black Pack, she requested me to accompany her to Mystwood to gather the nourishing plants for his recovery. But Damon insisted on going with me. We came back very late because our journey was so stressful, and while we were making out, I fell asleep.“Why do you think I always want to touch you?” He asks before spinning me around to face him.I stare, star-struck by how dilated his piercing dark eyes are as I respond curiously. “Because you li
“If you touch yourself, I will know. I will tie you up and fuck you so hard, you will beg me to stop.”Alpa Damon observes Lana’s pupils darkening with desire after his words, and he instinctively moves his hand from her chin to choke her. “Don’t give me that look,” he grunts, his voice so hoarse, he can't believe his ears. “What look?” Lana asks, blushing and swiftly averting her gaze, as if caught-handed. She squeezes her thighs, but her little action of attempting to quell her desire doesn't escape Damon’s eyes. He chokes her harder, his face leaning to nuzzle hers as he spreads her legs open with his leg. “Don’t do anything to beg for pleasure from me. Don't be too desperate. I may not be with you every time. What will you do then? Touch yourself?” “I—Damon..” Lana gags, lifting her dilated gaze to meet his. She has that look on her face again. The expression provokes intense arousal in his region and makes him want to tie her up, choke her, and give her all the pleasure she w
Alpha Damon’s gaze narrows as he processes the information. The air seems to thicken with unspoken pressure. He stares hard at Ethan, wondering if the boy is also a spy. “May Thompson…isn’t that the name of the spy, who threw Myst Blossom in your eyes, Alpha?” Katarina interjects, joining them in the corridor. Damon observes Ethan's eyes glint with confusion, then shock. He shakes his head in disbelief. “No, May isn't capable of that. She hangs out with weird people but she will never hurt the Alpha,” he affirms.“Weird people. Like Vampires?” Damon asks, his cold sending shivers down the teenage boy’s spine.Ethan composes himself, his expression hardening. He slowly nods, “She’s in love with one of them. She won't listen to my advice,” he shrugs, even though his wavering voice shows his concern. “Ethan, do you know your sister is a spy? She harmed Damon. Risked my life, and almost caused my brother to lose his arm. How can such a person be your sister?” Lana speaks, her melancholy
Sera is no longer bound to the Silver Pole. Her wrist has begun to heal from the effects of the silver, but hunger gnaws at her, causing to feel feverish. Her gaze falls on the wasted food that the guards callously threw on the floor. “What an inhumane person.” She sneers, cursing under her breath. She's about to move closer to dust the sand on the buns nearest to her when footsteps interrupt the stillness in the dungeon. “Hello…” She calls out wearily, her intestines contrasting with intense hunger pain. Soon, two guards appear, hauling a figure with them. They unlock the cell gate without sparing a glance at her. “Please…I'm hungry.” Sera begs earnestly, not caring about the boy, who they roughly toss into the Silver cell. The guards snarl at her, their expressions filled with disgust. “You should be hungry for death for your traitorous actions. You betrayed your pack, yet you are begging to be fed. What a shameless person.”“Let’s leave her alone. Her death is near anyway.” The
LanaAs I rush through the corridors to find Damon's personal bathroom, my body chimes with a sizzling sensation. “Is he waiting for me?” I murmur to myself, a blush spreading across my face. But, I quickly remind myself that he is an Alpha, and will definitely not be lingering for me when he has duties to attend to. I lower the expectations in my heart and run down the corridor, to get to him as fast as I can. I'm aware of the unsolicited gazes I'm receiving from the guards and maids, but do I care? No. All I can think of at the moment is to find Damon and let him do whatever he wants to me. Sexually, of course. When I reach the bathroom, my heavy steps flatter, and I draw in a deep breath. “Lana, calm down…he may not be inside.” I remind myself, suppressing the replaying moment in my mind.“Pick a safe word.” “Love.” “Love?” “Damn. He probably thinks I'm desperate for his love too,” I groan inwardly, my hand trembling as it reaches for the doorknob.“I should have picked Lemo
Alpha Damon feels a sense of numbness as he pushes his erection into Lana’s damp mouth. His piercing gaze locks onto her enlarged brown ones that now have tears in them.“Do you like it when I choke you with my dick?” He asks, and she bobs her head in response. Lana hums on his dick again, staring at him with so much desire in her eyes that he feels like slapping her cheek again. But he can't bring himself to hit her until he recalls her moaning when he did that earlier. Damon decides to find out if such action turns her on if it's done in a sexual way, so he pulls out his cock, the string of her saliva accompanying his thick throbbing erection. “Does your cheeks hurt?” He mutters gently, but Lana shakes her, maintaining eye contact as she swipes off her tears.“It.. doesn't hurt…at all.” She stutters, and the Alpha smiles at her beautiful desirable expression. Damon’s thumb soothes Lana's cheek, gently rubbing on the apparent red swollen part, before he leans to pour kisses on it.
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