Roxanne's POV: "Honey, you know wearing a beautiful dress for just one day couldn't kill you, right?" Mother asked seriously while Father drove. "What's wrong with my skinny jeans and vest?" I asked back seriously. "Everything. You look like a homeless, stranded omega who's picked up by an alpha on the streets to become his servant out of kindness," Kyle answered while playing with his gamepad. I was about to fire back when Larson's laughing voice caught my attention. I looked at him coldly, giving him a glare. When our eyes met, his laughter instantly died out. Kyle, who was sitting between us, looked up and glanced at both of us for a quick second before going back to his gamepad. "Dad, Roxanne wants to pick a fight with Larson," he reported as Father looked at us through his rear-view mirror. I sighed and turned slightly to look out the window in silence. I still couldn't understand why Larson was traveling with us. I understood that we were all invited to Tamara's birthd
Roxanne's POV: "I told you to be gentle with her, didn't I?" I heard a deep voice with an accent say, followed by an intimidating hiss. "I'm sorry, master. Next time, I'll be careful," a lighter male voice responded. "There won't be a next time, you..." The words were cut short when I opened my eyes and slowly sat upright, touching my head. I still felt somehow dizzy, and my headache was killing me. "Leave," came a dominant command that made me feel uncomfortable. I found myself trying to stand up before I lost my balance. I was about to hit the ground when a large arm went around my waist and held me. The headache instantly subsided, replaced by beautiful tingles that spread throughout my entire body. My wolf was as shocked as she was concerned for us. I, too, was stunned. I carefully turned with widened eyes to look at the man who was holding me. No matter what, he was my mate! I could feel it, and so could my wolf. The room was somehow dark, so I couldn't make out his fa
Astrid's POV: It took me approximately five minutes and 45 seconds to sink my teeth into all of the vampires that blocked our way. My human and I didn't want a bloody war or a mess, which is why we didn't rip them into pieces. However, since they were vampires, my bite was still deadly to them. My mate's scent invaded our nostrils, and I was startled by his clap from behind. I turned and growled in warning. He stood still, leaning against the door frame with a smirk across his face and a long jacket draped over his shoulder. "I knew you were unique and held a higher rank, but who could have guessed you were an Alpha queen? Wow, that's impressive," he said as I growled louder. This time, it was my way of letting him know that if he stood in our way, I was going to take him down. I could sense that he was mocking me with his words, and that only pissed me off even more. I was about to turn and walk away when I found him standing in front of me in a split second. He leaned in an
Ian's POV: The so-called party now felt like a funeral as we stood in Felix's bedroom. Tamara was resting her head on her lap, looking exhausted from all the crying she had done. We had been waiting for an hour for her to talk, but she decided to say nothing. "Hey kiddo, how do you feel when you look at Larson?" I asked for the first time, deciding to break the silence. She raised her head and looked at me seriously. "Confused. Last year, I thought nothing of him. He was just my friend, and he treated me the same way. But today, I couldn't help but notice something different. He looks very attractive, and my heart fluttered when I saw him. I wanted to run into his arms and kiss him. I just wanted to be next to him. I wanted him... "That's enough!" Felix said coldly, cutting her off. "Ian, may I have a word with you in my office?" she asked, then moved Tamara aside. "Yes, sure," I answered simply. "Amelia, stay with her. I won't take long," she said, then stood up from the bed
Roxanne's POV: I grabbed a shirt out of the wardrobe and put it on, knowing very well it was my mate's shirt from the amazing scent it had. After he walked out, I went to take a bath to remove the drops of blood that had splattered all over my body. Now that I was done cleaning myself up, I was thinking of a way to run away. Looking out the window, I could see that the sun was setting and soon it would be nightfall. I was very concerned about my parents; they were obviously starting to worry. I just hoped they wouldn't try to follow me in any way, no matter what. When the door opened, I tensed and stayed still, not wanting to turn around. The door closed and my mate's strong scent invaded my nose. His scent was very different from most scents I had ever inhaled. It was like muddy rain mixed with a little whiskey, vanilla, and strawberry. It was supposed to make me feel nauseated, knowing how much I hated strawberry, vanilla, and whiskey. Yet it made me feel so calm and relaxed.
Garren's POV: I furiously lifted the lady in my arms and walked back to the castle. As I walked past the houses, I could feel other vampires' eyes on me and hear their annoying whispers. It was good for them that they knew their place and how to act. As it was, I was very upset and wanted no one to talk to me. I walked into my castle and went straight to my bedroom, putting her on the bed with a low sigh. I looked at her dirty, wet face and then inhaled the scent of her blood, which made my mouth water. I moved my thumb to wipe a trail of blood on her jaw when she flinched. Despite being unconscious, she was still responsive to my touch. She was my enemy's daughter, whom I planned to use easily. But why was I now feeling like this? It pained me when I raised my hand to her, and I felt like my heart was being stabbed when she cried out to her parents. I moved to my desk and touched my bell for a second. When a knock came through, I cleared my throat. "Come in, Thelma," I answ
Ian's POV: "That kid is not my mate. How many times do I have to say this, Dad? We've been at it for hours! It's getting on my nerves," Larson said loudly in the living room. "I guess he is telling the truth," Blade whispered. I was getting a headache from going back and forth over something we could have resolved in a few minutes. The sun had already set, yet we were still trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. "There is only one way to solve this and know the truth," I said, looking at Larson seriously. "Nephew, you can either do it now, or I can make your wolf do it for you," I said loudly. He looked at me, terrified, knowing full well that I wasn't bluffing. "Has it come to that, Uncle Ian?" he asked in a low tone. "Of course it has," I answered firmly. He swallowed hard, then moved and sat down on the couch. "She's m...m," he murmured under his breath, swallowing his words. "You are pissing me off," I warned him. "She's my mate," he whispered, then l
Roxanne's POV: I woke up with a bad headache and blinked a few times before sitting upright in bed. A lady in a long black dress and cloak moved closer and stood next to me as I prepared myself for her attack. "Hi, my name is Thelma. I'm Master Garren's servant, sired by his father. I was ordered to look after you until you feel better," she said as I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pain in my mouth. "Where is that fucking son of a bitch?" I asked seriously, causing her eyes to widen in shock. "Pardon?" she asked, as if asking me to repeat my sentence. "You heard me. Where is that fucking son of a bitch you serve?" I asked angrily. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and released it. No matter how I looked at her, she seemed very upset. "Miss, please refrain from calling my master a foul name," she said, as I laughed mockingly. "Are you going to summon that damn bastard or not!?" I yelled at the top of my voice, my wolf instincts pulling through as I growled loudly