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,