Flashback

Transylvania, Romania.

                Nikolas Silverado's P. O. V.

Blinding lights like a lightening flash appears suddenly, enveloping everything within its proximity, eventually fading into a blazed shimmer or neon red. The smoke twisted in a sensual artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled bar lights.

It instantly lifts the brooding mood and lit the room, hundreds of conversations in high pitched voices, all competing with the heavy rock music that dominated the atmosphere.

The rancid smell of smoke, whisky and wine coated my nostrils, a jangle of voice strung off the wall like soothing piano chords. As I wind my way through the warm bodies, my scowl getting deeper and deeper as the growls escaped my lips, all I could think about was my father setting me up Ina place like this.

Yes I liked alcohol and I like women. A lot. I loved their naked bodies pressed up against me, my hands measuring the fullness of their bossom. But my grandfather was old school and didn't understand.

He was always too tied up in my business than in his. The latest talk was how I couldn't find my mate or even a good woman to settle with because every woman I've ever been with are scared of me. That wasn't true. Woman that has been to my bed comes back wanting more, after the endless nights of my name on their lips.

But right now I cared more about some idiots spilling whiskey on my nice navy blue tailored suits. I just got this one. I acted a whole lot about my suits which people felt uncomfortable about because they thought I cared too much about a pair of clothings I wore. But what they didn't understand was that these suits touched my body and whatever touched my body needed to be well taken care of.

Against the loud electric music, my head was pounding so loud that it almost felt like my brain would soon retort to shut down mode.

I needed to get out of here.

As soon as I found the exit door, my grandfather's personal assistant, Michael appears before me, in his signature black suits.

Michael was one of our trusted men and one of the very powerful werewolves in this generation. He was almost like a family and he practically watched me grow up here.

" You cannot leave the party yet " he speaks as he puts a hand out to block me.

" He knows that I don't do public parties, Mic. What's the point of all these? " I asked, exasperated.

" Very well, if you must leave your grandfather wants you to stop at the mansion first. He says he has something for you "

" Lemme guess, another date with one of the world's richest haresses across the continents? "

Our latest model of Lamborghini pulls up front . He was really serious, isn't he?

" I wouldn't know that young Alpha " Michael replies, stepping to the side for me to proceed towards the now open car.

Groaning tiredly, I walked past him and sit inside the car, shutting my eyes as it pulled out of the place and into the dark street.

I was getting fed up with the old man by the minute. I know he hates that I whore around the country without finding a woman yet but I promised myself never to wed a woman who wasn't my one true mate and I would forever keep to that. I know my grandfather thinks time was running out seeing I was the only surviving child of my late parents. He's worried that I wouldn't have an heir to take over Zion; our family ultimate fortune.

Lately there's been rumors spreading across the city about my incompetence to keep a woman. Because they were all scared of being with me. They said I'm ruthless, I call it self respect. They say I'm proud, I also call it self respect and reserve. All the women on earth can go to hell. Except for the ones I fuck every day though.

My grandfather's golden mansion soon comes into view even from the far distance on the road. This mansion was the second most expensive building in the whole of Rome. It was built out of pure gold and it's authenticity could be seen from a far distance.

The gates slides open automatically into the concrete ground as the Lamborghini drove in.

'another lecture' I groaned silently as I stepped out of the car and proceeded towards the wide doors which remotely pushed open, letting me in.

The house is as usual quiet. I stopped at the large lobby, waiting for my grandfather to walk out of one of the enormous corners of the gigantic house.

" Nick, " his voice comes from the high spital stairs behind me, right on cue. Smiling sweetly, I turned around to see him.

" That party, you didn't have to go too far " I said to him as I watched him ascend the stairs.

Even at the age of 87, he still looked like a man in his early fifties. Except for all the completely graying hairs on his head.

" Yeah, I won't have to be trying that anymore, " he replies " I believe I found the solution to your disease. Follow me " he adds as he reaches the floor.

Hesitantly, I Follow him to some hidden room until we came to a stop and he said " well don't just stand there, go in "

I wondered what he was up to again but questioning him will beat waste of my time. I needed to be out of here as soon as possible.

So I stepped into the room.

My eyes goes over to the bed immediately and I saw something strange.

A small petite woman seated in one corner of the bed, her black hair covering half of her face. She looks up as she sensed my presence, her deep black eyes staring back at me.

And I froze. Dead froze.