Vlad lay in bed, and one more night, he looked at the uncomfortable face of the young man who refused to leave his side. The couch was comfortable, and he didn't understand why it was so uncomfortable for the boy. To his surprise, this bothered him. “Maybe I should try talking to him. If what he told me is true, and if he was a gift from the gods to me, shouldn't I use him to verbalize thoughts?” The boy groans and turns over. “Why the hell is he uncomfortable? Every time he gets up, he looks like an old man with a backache. But the couch is very comfortable. I slept on it as well as in bed. What the hell?" Vlad didn't realize that the boy was getting under his skin. The boy turns around, falls off the couch, and screams like a girl when he hits the floor. Vlad gets scared, but then he can't stand it and starts laughing. He laughs so hard that he cries when the boy sits, crossing his legs and arms and looking angrily at him. - It's very funny. I'm here to be your confidant an
Mila leaves the tent that was once Albert's tent, much more relaxed. Sex made her forget everything, even her missing son. Mila loved her son but in a way very similar to someone who loves the things they own. If someone took her son and later dominated her, she would give up her son faster than the kidnapper has time to speak. Deep down, that son was a means of strengthening his relationship with Typhon. And now that he wasn't yelling in her ears, she felt relieved. The only real reason she constantly asked for news was that one thing disturbed her above all others: People messing with or stealing her property. She would never admit it. At that moment, the only thing she wanted was to tell the men that... that vampire she fucked but didn't know his name was the new commander. Hey, you there? What is your name? She asks into the tent, making the vampire jump naked from the bed where he was trying to rest. Yes, she was satisfied, and he had been approved, but the consequence was
Aethelwolf rises after a sleepless night. The dark circles he had recently were darker and deeper. He takes a shower and gets dressed, and when he shaves in front of the mirror, he admires his reflection. - You age in months. Look at this face. “When a werewolf starts to age, it is because it has already given up its life force. Look at the example of the king of the basement—centuries of life. You won't live to be 100. Deep down, his reflection tells him the same thing as his wolf, so he doesn't even respond to him. He finishes arranging, goes down the stairs, and enters the kitchen. - Where is the queen? – he asks those present. - Good morning, sir. We haven't seen Queen Elena today, sir. – one of the she-wolves says, with an expression of astonishment. Wasn't it the king who supposedly slept with the queen? A little pup runs through the kitchen's back door. When he sees the king, he hides between the legs of his mother, one of the cooks. Aethelwulf recognizes the pup, and h
The king calls his old friend the royal beta. When he enters the office, he bows.- I need you to inform all the packs, through the official channels, that, due to rumors that have spread throughout the kingdom, I am once again announcing my son, Julius King, as crown prince. May the announcement reach all packs in all corners of the world, whether large or small.- Sir, may I inform the species council, too?- Yes, send the statement to them, too, so it stays in the official books.Sir, can I ask you something? I don't want to offend you, but I'm sure I'll be asked a question, and I don't know what to answer.The king guessed what he would ask but pretended not to know.- What is it?- What do I answer when people ask about the prince's mate?You reply that the prince doesn't have a mate, that he is going through a phase typical of his age, and that when the time comes to assume the throne, he will look for his true mate.- Sir, no one will believe that. That powerful Maidlink said…
Mila drags Typhon to the new commander's tent, intending to announce that he will command the attack on the palace. Typhon's head is racing. He needs to quickly complete his plan and get out of there. Hell will freeze over before he leads anything. However, he could not verbalize, and without showing any emotion, he accompanied her.Mila leaves Typhon at the door, enters the commander's tent, and finds him organizing papers.- What are you doing?He stands up and bows to her.- Ma'am, I'm counting the remaining needle cartridges.- Are there any cartridges left?- When the men returned from the attack, they still had cartridges they had not used. Each man gave Commander Albert a statement of the amount he had left.- How many are left?- I still have these sheets to add up, but I have counted 203.- 203? It's not much, but maybe it's enough for the initial attack. If we decimate the first defense, it will be easier to reach Vlad. - Yes, you're right. If we divide what's left, and al
A new day dawns and Mila stretches noisily with a wide smile. Then he looks to the side and makes a face.- Useless. – she says, looking at Typhon sleeping. – You're lucky you're a good fuck.She gets up and stretches once more. She pokes her head outside the tent, sees the beautiful day, and smiles.Her belly growls.- I'm so hungry I could eat a lion. Where are the blood slaves when I need one?Shrugging her shoulders, she looks at the luxurious bathtub she had come with her from Vienna. Her maid's death has left her without help with small tasks, so she looks at the bed and screams.- Typhon, go light the fire that heats my water. I need to take a bubble bath.- Why the hell do you need a bubble bath in the middle of the forest? And why don't you ask one of the men, I'm not your servant. – he says sleepily.- Don't be useless. Do something. – she says, letting bath salts fall to the bottom of the bathtub.Huffing and puffing, he gets up.Five minutes later, with an evil smile, he l
Rafa was a mess.- I failed the gods and my king. To make matters worse, I'm heartbroken. He lies down on the bed and cries compulsively. He cries so much that he ends up falling asleep. When he wakes up a few hours later, he gets up, looks at the mess he made with the blood, and looks at his new, ruined clothes.Unable to leave the king's room in that state, he folds up his new clothes and leaves them on the king's bed. He folds the bags and places them next to the clothes. Then, he takes the clothes stained with blood and puts them all in the dirty clothes basket together with the bed sheets from his small bed. He looks at the bed now with only the pillow and mattress and lets out a sob of pain. He undressed, quickly showered and put on one of his old outfits. He then put his little possessions in a shopping bag and got ready to leave. He looks at the table where the letter of the king was and goes to Vlad's desk. Take a pen and write: “I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry.
Hiding in the sewer that ran from the humans' kitchens to the other side of the wall, Raphael was sad and crying. He had nowhere to go but no longer wanted to be there. He waited for the sun to set, to leave there, without destination. - The sun will go faster every day that I forget this love.Being a vampire had always been what he most wanted to be, even though the plans weren't for him to be transformed within days of turning 18 and never become a vampire after dying.- Maybe I'm not as adult as the gods made me believe I am. Or perhaps falling in love with the king is a betrayal of the gods will. What am I going to do with my life? I can only walk at night, and I have nowhere to go. Perhaps the right thing to do is to give up everything, die, and face the gods' fury.Images ran through his head from when he was little, and his parents would take him to the seaside, where he would sit and watch the sunset. He had never seen the sunrise. Maybe that was the best way to leave that n