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The Dark Lord's Mate. The Borderline.
Draven ran through the forest, his nose picking up every scent that passed through his sight: the scents of leaves, trees, plants, flowers, and birds that chirped in the trees.He stopped, perceiving the soft wisp of his mate’s scent. She must not have run too far. She was a weak werewolf who needed protection, and that thought drove him forward. He ran further into the lands, following her scent.Her scent led him toward the pack border, the line that separated his pack from the lands of the rogues.Quickly, using his vampire speed but not running too fast so that he wouldn't lose her scent, he moved toward the pack borders. As he did, he also detected the scents of his pack members running in his direction.Concentrating his senses to locate his mate's scent, which he found more important at that moment, he knew that if she crossed the border, she would be killed. There was no denying it.His blood boiled with fear, anger, and rage at the thought. His mate would not die, nor would s
Last Updated : 2025-02-07The Dark Lord's Mate. Proving His Claim.
She was still in shock, dazed, and not believing what he said. How could he possibly be her mate? Something was wrong—something was totally wrong. She was not meant to have another mate.She tried stepping back from him, but he wasn’t allowing it. Instead, he..."What did you say you are?" she asked again, perhaps thinking she was dreaming or imagining herself dreaming. NO! She shook her head. She could never imagine herself getting mated to someone as ruthless and untamed as him."I am your mate. Haven’t your wolf told you that?" he said."I don’t have a wolf!" she replied, now pushing him forcefully away from her. She could tell he wasn’t expecting that.Draven stared at her, surprised by her actions and her response. She didn’t have a wolf, but her scent proved otherwise—she was a werewolf. She also had incredible strength to push him so hard.But that wasn’t what baffled him. He was still shocked by her sudden confession. That was news he wasn’t prepared for."Are you going to rej
Last Updated : 2025-02-08The Dark Lord's Mate. Trapped by Power.
She had almost forgotten—her newly found mate, the Vampire King, was, in fact, a vampire.When she turned back, she met Draven's intense gaze. She instinctively took a step back, but not before noticing the way he narrowed his eyes in irritation. Clearly, he was displeased with her reaction."I will give you the space you asked for, but as I said, I am not a being of patience. Do not keep me waiting. Also, this is my room—I do not wish to see you trying to escape again. The security around my chambers is tight, so don't think you can play silly games anymore," Draven said. He cast her one last look before leaving the room, leaving Aurora in a daze.Something twisted inside her at his words. She wasn’t sure what it was, so she let it slide. Then, her mind processed what the Vampire King had just said.His room!Her eyes widened at the thought. Why would he keep her in his room when he had promised to stay away from her? She looked around. Indeed, the space exuded the luxury and authori
Last Updated : 2025-02-09The Dark Lord's Mate. The Judgment Hall
It had been three days since she received the letter summoning her presence, and now, Aurora stood in the midst of the high-ranking vampires. As she stepped into the vast hall, the murmurs that had filled the air earlier hushed, and the vampires instinctively moved four feet away from her, as if her very existence was something to be cautious of.Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a familiar face, but there was no sign of Lilith. She hadn't seen her for a while and wondered if she was present, hidden among the silent onlookers.Aurora wrapped her arms around herself as a shiver ran down her spine. The presence of werewolves in the same room as her made her uneasy. Their cold, calculating stares felt like they were piercing through her, their expressions unreadable.The Judgment Hall, as she had come to know, was a grand yet imposing place. Elevated seats lined the room, towering over the ground, accessible only by staircases that gave the elders and high officials an air o
Last Updated : 2025-02-10The Dark Lord's Mate. The War Within.
As Aurora watched Asmada collapse onto the cold stone floor after the final lash, an unexpected pain clenched at her heart. The sight before her was harrowing—Asmada’s back was marred with deep, raw wounds, crimson streaks of blood trailing down her tattered garments. Her flesh was torn open, evidence of the severity of her punishment.The room was silent, save for the sound of her ragged breathing.A voice pulled Aurora from her daze.“We are done for today,” King Draven’s deep voice echoed through the grand hall, his tone carrying a finality that left no room for argument. “But let it be known—” his gaze swept across the room, lingering a fraction too long on Aurora “—that I will treat anyone who dares insult me or anything that belongs to me the same way I treated this woman who now lies unconscious on the floor.”Aurora stiffened, her breath catching in her throat. There was no doubt in her mind that when he said anything that belongs to me, he was referring to her. The possessive
Last Updated : 2025-02-10The Dark Lord's Mate. Mystery of the Rogues.
The air in the grand chamber was thick with tension, the dim candlelight casting flickering shadows across the ornate walls. The Vampire King sat at his massive wooden desk, his fingers drumming impatiently against the polished surface."Any news yet about the rogues?" Draven's voice carried a sharp edge, his crimson eyes narrowing at his men.Carlos shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his king’s gaze. "I'm sorry, my king. We searched outside the borders, focusing on the barren lands, but it seems the rogues caught wind of our search and vanished before we could track them."Draven's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. The lack of information infuriated him. For weeks now, the rogues had been untraceable. Not a single attack, not a whisper of their whereabouts. It was as if they had simply disappeared."Hmm, I see," Draven muttered, his expression unreadable.He didn’t like this silence. Rogues weren’t known for their patience. They were aggressive, reckless,
Last Updated : 2025-02-11The Dark Lord's Mate. A Nightmare That Feels Too Real
Darkness engulfed everything around her. The only thing Aurora could hear was the sharp, deafening sound of bullets slicing through the air. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she ran, dodging every shot aimed at her. Sweat dripped from her forehead, stinging her eyes, but she couldn’t stop. Her pack members were struggling to keep up, their footsteps heavy behind her.The scent of her enemies surrounded her, thick with bloodlust. For years, she had believed they had no reason to come after her, no personal vendetta against her. But now, as they pursued her with unwavering determination, she realized how wrong she had been. They wanted her dead.Aurora's legs ached with exhaustion. Every step felt heavier than the last, her limbs trembling from the relentless chase. She stumbled, barely catching herself, but she knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up.And then it happened.A force like a hammer slammed into her body, sending her flying into a nearby tree. Pai
Last Updated : 2025-02-12The Dark Lord's Mate. A Clash of Jealousy.
Aurora gasped in shock. Someone she hadn't seen in a long time—someone she had specifically asked to stay away—had accepted an invitation from her. And not just any invitation—one that involved his birthday."Now get your butt up. It's time for breakfast," Lilith said.Aurora quickly stood, shaking off her thoughts.Kurt watched her movements, his sharp eyes scrutinizing every detail. He couldn't understand why his brother was taking so long to claim her as his mate."Mother, don't you think it's time my brother claims his mate?" Kurt asked, his tone neutral but edged with curiosity.Lilith and Aurora both turned their heads sharply toward him.Aurora didn't wait to hear their conversation. She didn't want to hear any talk about mates, especially when it concerned her. Without another word, she turned and left the room.Lilith's gaze lingered on the door, where Aurora had disappeared."I don't see why you're bringing this up. You know she's uncomfortable with the term 'mate,'" Lilith
Last Updated : 2025-02-13
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The Dark Lord's Mate. Surviving is Winning.
It was going to be difficult—almost impossible—to find the particular observatory she was being held in. Definitely difficult. The only way to track her down was to use his powers, and right now, he was already weak to the core. But he had no other option.Closing his eyes, Draven took a deep breath. He needed to focus, to listen—to pick up the faintest sound of her breathing. His head throbbed with exhaustion, but he pushed through the pain.Then, he heard it.A noise. Slow and melodic.A heartbeat.Light but quick, the rhythm pounded in his head, guiding him like a beacon. The sound was coming from an observatory not far from where he stood."Draven!"A tiny voice whispered into his mind, weak but familiar. His eyes snapped open. Without hesitation, he turned left. There it was—the observatory. It was the weakest structure among the surrounding buildings, its walls barely holding together.Summoning what little strength he had left, he shot forward, his vampire speed propelling him
The Dark Lord's Mate. The Hunt for Aurora.
The cunning voice echoed through the dimly lit chamber, dripping with mockery.Aurora felt herself freeze at the words. Her mistakes were catching up to her, returning with twice the force. This was something the king should never hear from someone else."What? Wow! So, I was right, then? Your second mate has no idea you once had a first mate? This is absolutely insane! Well, don’t worry. I’ll do you a favor and let King Draven know myself."Aurora’s heart pounded against her ribs. A chill ran down her spine."Please, no! I beg you—don’t tell him!" she pleaded desperately. She had planned to tell the king herself—if she ever made it out of this miserable hole she was tied up in.Laughter erupted from the unseen figure, sharp and cruel."Hahaha! Why? You don’t want the king to think you’re disgusting? You don’t want him to see you as filthy, unworthy?" The voice grew more venomous. "Well, I do. I want him to despise you. I want him to look at you with nothing but hatred. And that’s why
The Dark Lord's Mate. A Captive in The Dark.
The black market was no place for the weak. It was a dangerous and unpredictable territory where vampires sought rare and forbidden goods—things they would never find in ordinary markets. Only the strongest and most ruthless vampires were granted entry, and now, his mother had brought his mate to a place as perilous as this.King Draven clenched his jaw, his fury simmering beneath the surface as he scanned the marketplace. It wasn’t difficult to locate Carlos. Three black SUVs idled in the center of the market, waiting for his arrival.As Draven moved through the crowd, the other vampires instinctively bowed their heads in submission. It was rare—almost unheard of—to see the Vampire King in a black market. His presence alone was enough to demand respect.Lilith, his mother, shivered beneath his gaze. He could tell she was terrified. Draven was dangerously close to losing control, his anger boiling just beneath the surface. Every fiber of his being wanted to rip her apart for what she
The Dark Lord's Mate. Lost in the Shadows.
Silo stared at King Draven in disbelief. He couldn't comprehend what he had just heard. The vampire king was planning to make contact with a werewolf—an act that directly violated long-standing laws."I'm sorry to say this, King Draven, but you're breaking the rule. Vampires are forbidden from associating with werewolves," Silo said, his voice laced with concern. He wondered if the king had lost his mind.Draven's eyes darkened as he fixed Silo with a piercing glare. "I am the king. I make the rules. Do you understand me?"Silo immediately lowered his head in submission. "Yes, King Draven. I apologize."Draven studied him for a moment before shifting his attention to the second letter that had been delivered to him. His fingers traced the wax seal before he carefully broke it open. As his eyes scanned the parchment, he realized the letter bore no address—no sign of its sender."What is this?" he muttered, his curiosity quickly turning to dread as he read its contents.A letter for the
The Dark Lord's Mate. An Hidden Message.
The door to King Draven’s office swung open abruptly, revealing Carlos, his second-in-command. His usually composed demeanor was shaken, and his breathing was labored, as if he had sprinted all the way there.“We have a problem, King Draven,” Carlos announced, striding toward the king’s desk.Draven’s piercing gaze locked onto Carlos, his expression unreadable. “What kind of problem?”Carlos swallowed hard before speaking. “A body was discovered in the secret hall.”Draven’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as fury flickered in his crimson eyes. “A dead body? In my castle?” His voice was low and dangerous, his anger barely contained. How dare anyone violate his sanctuary and commit murder within these walls?Carlos nodded grimly. “It was a human. The victim was shot—silencer rounds to the chest and forehead. Whoever did this knew how to move undetected. No one saw or heard anything. I’ve already ordered an interrogation of every guard stationed near the hall.”Carlos’ hands tre
The Dark Lord's Mate. Secret Among The Flowers.
Aurora and Queen Lilith sat on the front balcony, knitting together. The cool breeze carried a sense of calm, but Aurora found herself momentarily lost in thought. This morning’s events still lingered in her mind—particularly the doctor and her deceit.“What did the Vampire King say about the gift you gave him?” Queen Lilith asked, her hands moving skillfully as she worked on her knitting.Aurora paused, almost forgetting about the incident. She let out a small sigh. “He hasn’t said anything,” she replied, continuing to knit a new garment for herself.“Why not? The cardigan is beautiful. I see no reason why he wouldn’t appreciate such a thoughtful gift,” the queen said, glancing at Aurora with curiosity.“He never acknowledged it because he doesn’t know I made it,” Aurora admitted, closing her eyes for a moment. That morning, King Draven had confronted her in his own way, demanding the truth, yet she had been unable to explain.Queen Lilith frowned. “What do you mean?”“The doctor,” A
The Dark Lord's Mate. Whispers of Treason.
"You wouldn’t have done that."Aurora's voice wavered as she spoke. She couldn't believe something like this had happened between them again.No matter how much she tried to deny it, there was no escaping what they felt for each other."Oh? And what should I have done instead?" Draven smirked, his tone teasing. "Left you wanting? Needing my touch?" He took slow, deliberate steps toward the large table in his room, picking up a piece of clothing that rested upon it. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled deeply, sighing."I can’t believe Bella made a cardigan like this." He ran his fingers over the fabric, admiring the intricate pattern.Aurora clenched her fists at her sides. The doctor was a terrible liar. She shut her eyes tightly, swallowing down the cry threatening to escape her lips."Is something wrong?" Draven asked, watching her closely.Aurora quickly shook her head and rose to her feet. "Nothing," she murmured, striding toward the door. Pausing, she turned back to face him. "I’
The Dark Lord's Mate. What's Happened Last Night.
"Thank you for the birthday gift. It looks lovely."Aurora heard King Draven respond to the mysterious woman in the room with him. Her heart clenched. What cardigan were they talking about?She had also made a cardigan for the king.She never expected anyone else to give him such a ridiculous gift for his birthday.Stepping back, she hesitated. There was no way she was going to enter the room now. The king already had a woman with him. The thought sent a sharp sting through her chest.Just as she turned to leave, the door swung open. A woman with long, thick hair stepped out, followed closely by King Draven."The she-wol—""In my chambers, My Star."Draven cut the woman off and, without hesitation, strode toward Aurora. Before she could react, he grabbed her and pulled her into the room, slamming the door shut in Bella’s face.Draven walked to the table, his gaze fixed on Aurora. She stood there, her expression twisted in frustration."You look upset," he remarked, watching her finge
The Dark Lord's Mate. A King's Summons.
Aurora's eyes snapped open. She blinked rapidly, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the tall windows. The air was crisp, carrying the distant chirping of birds outside. She sat up quickly, her heart pounding. The room was empty.She pressed her palms against her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. She needed to remember what had happened last night. The memories felt fragmented, like shattered glass piecing itself together.Then, it hit her.A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she recalled every detail. There was no way she could forget. The previous night, King Draven had been the one who was drunk—not her. But what had she done?Aurora groaned, rolling over the plush bed, clutching the sheets tightly. A wave of anxiety crashed over her. Had she really done something like that with him?"What the hell have I done?" she muttered, gripping the pillow and smacking it against the bed in frustration.A sudden voice broke through her thoughts."What are you doing, attacking a
