Updating my MAB again, after missing a whole month to rewrite my book feels surreal. But I did it. *_*
Lana“No, none of you is at fault. I pushed for the extraction of her blood, despite you saying it's unnecessary to rekindle our bond.” I repeat Alpha Damon's insensitive words after our intimate Dinner, then turn to Katarina with teary eyes and a puffy nose. My heart clutches with pain as I utter the most unbearable part that still lingers in my head. “If you wish to blame anyone, lay it on me.”“How could he make such a heartless remark after he believes you? Did you think he truly considered you may be telling the truth? I mean–”“I can sense that he does,” I interject, interrupting Katarina's words. I refuse to believe that he hadn't felt my pain after I poured my heart out to him.I want to believe that we've grown a bit closer after our interaction in the Hart family's front yard, but a part of my mind insists that I'm merely deceiving myself.“I don't know what to feel, Katie. I want to blame him, but I can't. I want to hate him, but it's impossible when all I can think about
Alpha Damon's fingers tighten slightly on Lana's arm as they step into the dimly lit stable. He takes a deep breath to inhale the scent of hay in the air, but what captures his senses is the sweet fragrance emanating from her.The confined space thickens the intensity of her scent, and it becomes stifling, fueling his arousal. To regain his composure, he quickly releases his hold on her.He casually leans against a stacked barrel, the ray of the sun accentuating the outlines of his chiseled features as Lana's curious eyes meet his penetrating gaze. “Why did you drag me here?” She raises a question directly, avoiding eye contact.Damon breaks the silence, his voice low and deliberate, “to talk.”Lana swallows nervously, her gaze wandering between horse gears and shadows dancing on the stable walls. “Talk about what?” She responds, attempting to conceal the tremor in her voice, but unexpectedly, she feels him drawing closer, his footsteps echoing in her ears.As Damon steps closer, Lana
The guard stationed before the Alpha’s chamber abruptly veers around, catching sight of a mysterious shadow rushing toward him. Before he can utter a question or sound an alarm, a sharp bite pierces into his neck, forcing him into a sudden, noiseless collapse.The figure attempts to slip into Damon's chamber, only to be halted by the unexpected resistance of a latched door. He whispers to himself in amusement. “Why station a guard after shutting the door? What a peculiar man.” He chuckles as he retrieves a small box from his inner pocket, and fetches out a slender pin. His fingers move with practiced precision, and he manipulates the pin into the tiny crevices of the lock. Shortly, a hushed prom between metal and mechanism ensues, and the pin coaxes the latch to surrender. As it turns, the door yields, and it swings open soundlessly. Startled by the noise, Sera awakens, and her hand instinctively reaches for her neck. She just had a very bad dream and the residue is still clinging
LanaWhen I get back to my room, my mind races back to the moments that led to this unsettledness in me. A guard rushed into the stables, shattering the moment once again. Panic etched across his face, and the urgency of the situation reflected as he closed in.“Alpha, a vampire breached the mansion and bit down on a fellow guard. He disappeared with Miss Sera," he reported urgently. Alpha Damon's gaze met mine, and a momentary storm brewed in his penetrating eyes. His cold gaze reminded me of the Alpha I was accustomed to, and fear tightened its grip on me. Just as panic threatened to consume me, he turned to address me. “Find Miss Hart and Isabella,” his deep voice, firm and unwavering. “Stay with them. I'll handle this.” The reassurance in his words battled against the apprehension in my heart, but in an instant, he was gone with the guard. The recollection sends shivers down my spine, and as I stand alone in my room, I begin to imagine if the vampire had done more than escap
Alpha Damon storms back into his mansion, with his dark amber eyes blazing with frustration. He has lost the trail of the vampire who escaped with Sera, and Lohan’s disappearance also intensifies his irritation. “Where’s Princess Lana, and the other girls?” He demands in his usual cold voice which sounds a little bit too intense because of his frustration.The guard beside him nervously informs. “She left the mansion with Miss Hart. But the little princess is asleep in her chamber.”Damon's temper flares at the information and he thunders. “Didn't I explicitly instruct you to keep them in the house? Considering the situation, how could you disregard my direct order?” His voice reverberates through the mansion, sending shivers down the lingering kids and guards.Fear etches on the guard’s face, “Alpha, I’m sorry. They left a short while ago.” He pleads for Damon’s understanding because he doesn't know how to tell him about the bribe he received in return. Struggling to restrain his a
“You never mentioned that it would lead to him going blind!” Serafina confronts the vampire, whose expression suggests he's not fond of her raising her voice.“Why would I disclose my plan to you? So you could spill it to him while you were intoxicated?” He glares at her before shifting his attention to the enigmatic figure seated in the only chair in the living room.“How long will he be blinded?” He demands, his frustration apparent in having to resort to such measures.The figure remains silent, his enigmatic eyes shifting between Sera and the vampire. “Did she genuinely spill everything to Alpha Damon while intoxicated? Or he forced her to speak?” He asks, his expression reflects disbelief, but as Sera avoids eye contact, he realizes she's guilty as charged.“Yes, she did. She told him about the blood ritual too. I can't believe she could be that foolish,” the vampire responds coldly. “[The one above] must not be aware of this problem, and we have to ensure the Blood Ritual procee
LanaAs I walk silently toward Alpha Damon’s chamber with a tray filled with food, the most shocking event of the day overshadows my mind, causing me to halt a few steps away from the door. “Why do I even bother about if he's hungry?” I scowl as I question my foolish act of care towards the man who had been silent and cold on our way back. I don't have any idea if the woman who caused his current predicament was caught, or if she managed to escape, but he is insistent on maintaining normalcy. He is experiencing blindness due to being exposed to the lethal powder that affects Alphas only. Myst Blossom. The potent powder is an expensive beauty powder to other werewolves, but it can cause Alphas to lose their sight. It doesn't have a cure, but the effect wanes off after the Full Moon.Despite my efforts to dismiss concern, and act indifferent about him, an unsettling worry lingers within my heart. My heart feels uneasy, struggling with the unreal reality that someone as formidable as
When Alpha Damon senses Lana’s hesitation, he licks her once more before he gradually lowers her back on his lap. His senses are crammed with the smell of her arousal and the mate scent emanating from her, yet he feels good that he put his mouth to good use after a long time. He relishes the taste of her exquisite essence on his tongue and traces it around his lips to ensure no remnants. He senses the warmth of her breath against his face, and he fixes his sightless gaze on her even though he's unable to discern the inner conflict playing out on her features like he’s used to. “What?” Damon inquires, his deep tone revealing the arousal stirring within him, “Is there a reason you can't say my name?” Conflicting emotions swirl in his mind as Lana remains silent. His thoughts clash with the decision of whether to be angry or relieved that they halt before he crosses a line and claims her tight pussy repeatedly like the ravenous bastard he is. Alpha Damon's gaze stays focused on her,
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