“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,
LanaWhen I step into the quiet sanctuary of my room, the echoes of my passionate moans resonate in my ears, and I sink onto the bed in utter shame. I exhale rapidly as the memory of Damon’s intimate touch intensifies, making each breath more challenging.I abruptly sit up, my cheeks burning as the realization dawns that I agreed to spend the night in his chamber. A groan escapes me in humiliation, recalling how I used my books as an excuse to escape his tempting and commanding presence. “Why did I say such a thing?!” I groan again, regretting letting out my feelings that he gave me an appetizer, and now that I feel too starved to sleep beside him.“What if he expects me to sleep beside him?”“How can I express that I desire more than just an appetizer, but I'm terrified to take the next step?”The fear of sleeping with him gnaws at me, conflicting with the undeniable desire my body harbors for him. I'm aware that many women would find it absurd to resist my desire since we’re mate
Tossing and turning in his bed, Alpha Damon wrestles with the forthcoming challenges of the next day. He's torn between isolating himself, acting as if everything is normal, or revealing his current state of blindness to the Pack. “No, I can't do that,” he rejects the idea of disclosing his condition. “It's just six days until the Full Moon. I can manage without my sight until then.” He attempts to bolster his spirits with reassuring words, but coping without his sight proves to be increasingly frustrating and challenging.It took a great effort to get to the woods earlier. He had stumbled repeatedly because the uneven terrain proved to be a tough obstacle. Until he eventually reaches the familiar fallen log, a point of reference from the previous day, where they begin to run laps.Lana's exhausted tone upon finding him triggers a sudden awareness in Damon and guilt washes over him as he acknowledges how frequently he has been cold to her throughout the day. After everything that h
Sera's heart pounds as the vampire suddenly enters the room while she's in the midst of changing. His gaze settles on her naked body and she consciously covers herself with her hands, before rushing to grab the towel.He smirks mischievously and tosses a wig at her. “Put this on. We need to leave for the Purple Pack immediately.”Fear clouds Sera’s eyes and she raises a suspicious brow at him. “Why? Why now? What’s happening? Why do I have to go back to Purple Pack?” The vampire’s gaze stiffens at her bunch of questions, and he grits his teeth as he closes the gap between them. His red eyes glint with frustration as he holds her smaller frame in his hands. Sera's legs weaken as he forcefully slams her against the door, and her eyes involuntarily shut in fear. Her hands become clammy, and she trembles as his elongated teeth lightly graze her neck.His hands slide from her shoulders to explore her waist, and a low groan escapes his throat. Sera gasps as the vampire's fangs penetrate he
Lana My eyes flutter open, and the surroundings come into focus. There, my brother's tall impressive figure stands before me, an unexpected presence in the soft sunlight. I blink, convinced it’s a fleeting dream. I smile believing he must have heard my cry to him, and that's why he's appearing in my dream. Closing my eyes, I mutter to myself, “If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up yet.” “Lana, it's not a dream.” Matthias’s deep voice breaks the silence.I snap awake, my eyes widening in astonishment. “Matthias, is it truly you?” I inquire, and he advances, taking hold of my hands.He squeezes them gently and draws me into his comfortable embrace. His familiar scent envelops my senses, and I fight back tears, savoring the reality of being in my brother's arms once again.In that moment, everything else fades away as I cling to him, his soothing touch running through my hair. Time seems to stand still, and I feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a grounding reassurance that
“Do you want me to stay…”Damon’s tall overbearing figure stands in his quiet chambers, the aftermath of his decision, pressing down on him as his mind repeatedly replays Lana’s words. His blind eyes shift to the book in his hand, and irritation tightens his jaw as he realizes she must have left her books in his chamber while searching for him the previous night.The pages of the book feel unfamiliar beneath his fingertips, but Lana's scent lingers on it, creating an ironic reminder of her presence in his chambers. As Damon flips through the pages, his mind retraces the unexpected encounter with Alpha Matthias, reflecting on their conversation.“Anyway, Alpha Damon, I'm here for my sister, Lana. I don't give a fuck if she's your mate or not. She's leaving with me.”“Your sister chose to stay with me. She's my mate, and her choice is hers alone.” “I’m her guardian and I don't support this union. She's coming back home with me, even if I have to kill you.”In that moment, the impuls
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