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Drunk on Wine...and Him
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The Dark Lord's Mate. A Drunk Confession.
Draven exhaled slightly, knowing full well the risk he was taking. With slow, deliberate movements, he poured the deep crimson liquid into a glass, his eyes never leaving her. The scent of the wine filled the air—a rich, intoxicating aroma of ripe berries with a hint of spice. Carefully, he handed it to Aurora.She snatched it eagerly, bringing the glass to her nose."Oh my, I love this scent! It smells so divine—like strawberry ice cream," she purred, inhaling deeply. A small, pleased moan escaped her lips, sending an unexpected jolt through Draven’s body.His jaw tightened. "Stop making those sounds and just drink," he ordered, his voice rougher than intended.Aurora’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she locked eyes with him. Instead of heeding his command, she took a long, slow sip, letting the liquid coat her tongue before swallowing with an exaggerated sigh of pleasure.Draven clenched his fists. The way she moved, the way her lips parted slightly as she drank—it was affe
Last Updated : 2025-02-18The Dark Lord's Mate. A Fire Unquenchable
It had been two weeks since her last date with King Draven.Aurora could not remember what had happened that night. She was a terrible drunk. When she woke up the next morning, her head pounded like a war drum, her mind was foggy, and everything around her felt strangely unfamiliar. The worst part? She had the nagging suspicion that King Draven had been avoiding her ever since that night.She had no memory of how she got home or if she had done or said something embarrassing. But something must have happened. The only time she saw Draven now was during dinner, and the way he looked at her during those meals sent chills down her spine. It was as if he knew something she didn’t, something that left an unspoken tension hanging between them."You aren't dressed yet, Aurora? We’ll all be late for the king's birthday!" Queen Lilith’s sharp voice jolted her back to the present. "I need to be in the great hall to make sure everything turns out perfectly."Aurora’s eyes widened. She had nearly
Last Updated : 2025-02-19The Dark Lord's Mate. An Evil Plan
The door creaked open, revealing Elder Eric. He wore a golden robe embroidered with intricate patterns and a tall, gleaming golden cap that symbolized his high status. Three men stood at his side, their expressions neutral yet watchful."Asmada Ezra," he said, his deep voice echoing slightly in the grand chamber.She turned gracefully, adjusting the delicate bracelets on her wrists. She was already dressed for the grand celebration—King Draven’s birthday. The dark red gown she wore clung to her frame elegantly, accentuating her regal presence. The glimmering jewelry around her neck and wrists only enhanced the power she exuded."Hello, Father," Asmada greeted, her tone neutral, yet there was an unmistakable edge to it. "What brings you to my room?"Elder Eric's gaze lingered on her attire before he spoke, his voice laced with subtle disapproval. "You plan on attending the King’s birthday?"She arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Do you have a problem with that, Father?" She turned her
Last Updated : 2025-02-20The Dark Lord's Mate. A Dangerous Celebration.
A Dangerous CelebrationThe grand hall shimmered with an ethereal glow, bathed in the warm glint of gold and silver decorations. The walls, painted with fine layers of glittering paint, reflected the glow of the chandeliers, making the entire room seem like it was draped in stars.All around, high-ranking vampires conversed in hushed tones, sipping from crystal glasses filled with dark red liquid. These were not just any vampires—they were the elite, the powerhouses of the Vampire Kingdom. Each one either controlled vast business empires or held dominance over vampire packs, making them some of the most influential figures in their world.King Draven stood at the far end of the room, his piercing dark eyes scanning the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Every man was clad in finely tailored suits, and every woman wore luxurious gowns, their outfits reflecting the color theme of the evening. But Draven cared little for any of them. His thoughts were consumed by one person—his mate.He ha
Last Updated : 2025-02-20The Dark Lord's Mate. A Game of Fire and Blood.
Draven’s eyes blazed a deep, furious red, burning with jealousy as he watched the scene unfold before him. He had anticipated Aurora’s arrival, had waited impatiently for her presence to grace the hall. But now, a vampire—an audacious one—had dared to approach her.His enhanced hearing caught every syllable the man spoke, every arrogant inflection in his voice.“My name is Philip. I hail from the Eastern lands of the vampires. So, tell me, what is a beautiful lady like you doing here all alone?”Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest. Philip stood barely two feet away, his sharp features illuminated by the chandelier’s golden glow. He was undeniably handsome, but he reeked of something sinister—danger, blood, and centuries of experience in the art of deception.She turned slightly, her gaze flickering to where King Draven stood. The shattered glass was gone, replaced by a new drink in his grasp, yet his grip on it was tight, his knuckles white. His intense stare made her shudder.“The pa
Last Updated : 2025-02-20The Dark Lord's Mate. The Queen's Verdict.
Aurora froze when she saw the woman standing just a few feet away from her. It was none other than the strange woman who had been punished by King Draven.At first, Aurora had thought Doctor Bella was the most beautiful woman at the party, but this woman had changed that mindset instantly. There was something ethereal about her—something dangerous yet alluring."You still remember me, she-wolf?" the woman said, her lips curling into a smile that could be seen as pleasant to those unaware of the tension between them.Aurora swallowed. "I'm sorry for the punishment that was meted upon y—""I plead with you, do not speak of the punishment," the woman interrupted sharply. "Remembering it only aggravates my anger toward you."Her words carried an unmistakable edge of hatred. Aurora's eyes widened. Had she heard correctly? She shook her head slightly, wondering if there was something wrong with her ears."I'm Asama," the woman continued, her voice dripping with venom. "I think it’s best I i
Last Updated : 2025-02-21The Dark Lord's Mate. The Lord is Mine.
Asmada frowned. She did not like what was happening—everything seemed to be favoring the she-wolf.Still, she forced a small smile. There was time. Rome wasn’t built in a day, was it?Aurora turned her attention to the Vampire King, King Draven. Something about him was unsettling. He spoke more than necessary, his words slurred as if he were not in his right mind. Everything about him felt… odd.She narrowed her eyes. How much had he drunk?From the way he lounged carelessly with his men, it was clear he had more than his fill.“Oh, here she is. She finally decided to come back to her senses,” Draven said, his voice laced with amusement.The men around him chuckled, shaking their heads as they joined in his laughter.Aurora inhaled sharply, her fists clenching at her sides. There was no way she could leave the king like this. Letting him remain in this state, surrounded by his men, could lead to something drastic.She recalled the vampire queen’s words: Take him away from his human fr
Last Updated : 2025-02-22The Dark Lord's Mate. Claiming What is His.
Aurora felt her breath hitch at Draven’s words and actions. The Vampire King was a blunt man—he had no filter, no restraint, no hesitation in saying exactly what was on his mind.“You’re drunk,” she stated firmly, her eyes locking onto his. “You need to leave until you’re sober enough to be at this party.”Draven smirked, tilting his head as he studied her.“Do I hear concern in your voice?” he mused, his deep voice dripping with amusement. “Could it be that you’re starting to care for me?”Aurora narrowed her eyes but said nothing.Draven continued watching her, his gaze sharp despite his intoxication. “So tell me, what does my dear mother want this time? I assume she sent you?”Aurora hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Your mother, the Vampire Queen, saw how drunk you were when you were with your… human friends. She fears you might let something slip—maybe a secret.”Draven’s smirk vanished. His eyes darkened, irritation flickering through them.“My human friends?” he repeated
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The Dark Lord's Mate. The Serpent's Ring
Carlos and Aurora emerged from the tunnel, the hidden panel sliding shut behind them. The passage had left streaks of ash and blood on their clothes, but there was no time to rest—not while the scent of betrayal still lingered in the air.“Where now?” Aurora asked, eyes scanning the dim corridor. Her body remained tense, alert, even as her breath slowed.Carlos narrowed his gaze, nostrils flaring. “Back to the dungeons,” he said. “If Kael and Elizabeth were released from there, someone had to break the lock—or use a key.”They moved swiftly through the lower levels of the castle, avoiding the main hallways where patrolling guards could be seen in the distance. Carlos kept to the shadows, Aurora moving beside him with the grace of a predator. The halls beneath the palace had always felt heavy with secrets, but tonight, the air seemed denser. Something foul lingered in every breath.As they neared the entrance to the dungeon wing, Carlos halted, raising a hand.“You smell that?” he aske
The Dark Lord's Mate. Shadows in the Garden
The castle loomed in uneasy silence as dawn's first light crept across the sky. The air inside the stone corridors was still, heavy with tension. Carlos, still wearing his bloodstained armor, paced the length of the war room. His mind reeled from the ambush, from Kael’s venomous words… and from the gnawing sense of danger he couldn’t shake.Aurora.Draven’s mate hadn’t been seen since the king left. And now, with the chaos outside and betrayal within, Carlos could no longer assume she was safe. He had sent messengers to every wing of the castle, ordered every guard to sweep the halls—but no sign of her.He returned to her chamber personally, pushing open the heavy door, calling her name. Silence greeted him.The bed was neatly made. Her crimson cloak was gone. But something caught his attention.A strange scent.Carlos's sharp vampire senses caught it immediately—something not quite vampire, not quite werewolf. He inhaled deeper. It was faint, but recent.His eyes scanned the room. Th
The Dark Lord's Mate. Fangs of Betrayal.
The war room buzzed with tension, lit by the dull glow of enchanted magical lanterns. Maps of the Eastern vampire territories were spread across the grand table, red ink marking the fallen clans. King Draven stood at the head, his arms crossed over his broad chest, crimson eyes burning with barely contained fury. Around him, his council whispered nervously, exchanging fearful glances."We must respond swiftly," said Carlos, Draven's loyal assistant. He pointed to the affected regions. "They've struck seven clans already. We can't risk losing the Eastern front."Elder Eric slammed his hand on the table, drawing all attention. "We should not involve the other vampire clans in this, Your Majesty. This is a werewolf conflict. Bringing in outsiders will only sow discord."Draven's jaw tightened. "Seven of our own have fallen, Elder. They were not outsiders. They were family.""And seeking help makes us look weak," Eric hissed. "We are Vampires. We do not beg."Draven’s gaze snapped to him
The Dark Lord's Mate. A Brief Relief
The dungeon was cold, echoing with the anguished cries of those who had defied King Draven. A torch flickered on the stone wall, casting sharp shadows over Delilah’s bruised face. She was shackled to a post, her knees scraped and bleeding. Aurora stood nearby, her hands trembling as she clung to Draven’s arm. Kael and Elizabeth were locked in the adjoining cells, silent for once, their eyes avoiding Aurora’s gaze.Draven stood tall, his piercing crimson eyes narrowed on Delilah. "Tell me why Aurora has no wolf," he demanded, his voice cold, commanding, and echoing with authority.Delilah winced, her lips dry and cracked. A beat of silence passed before she finally spoke. "It was an order from the late Alpha Rowan," she croaked, shame dripping from every word. "He... he wanted to dull her wolf, to sever her bond with the beast within. So... so she wouldn't fight back. So she wouldn't claim what was rightfully hers."Aurora flinched. Her heart twisted as the weight of betrayal pressed a
The Dark Lord's Mate. The Truth Behind her heritage
As the tension in the hall settled, the scent of Alpha Rowan's blood lingering in the air, King Draven stood tall amid the chaos. His crimson eyes swept over the crowd of shivering wolves and subdued vampires. With a single flick of his hand, his guards closed in on the three figures trying to escape into the shadows—Delilah, Elizabeth, and Kael."Seize them," Draven commanded, his voice calm yet thunderous, echoing with a power that could not be denied.The guards obeyed immediately, shackling the trio with enchanted chains that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. The crowd parted as they were dragged through the assembly, their heads lowered in shame. Aurora stood still, her fists clenched, the truth clawing at the edges of her mind. Something inside her told her she was on the brink of unraveling a past that had been stolen from her.Draven followed his prisoners into the dungeon below the castle, a place built to break the strongest of wills. The stone corridors were damp, lit
The Dark Lord's Mate. Like Father Like Son.
Draven’s voice echoed like thunder across the ballroom, silencing every murmur. “Bring him in,” he commanded, his tone sharp and absolute.All eyes turned toward the massive doors as they creaked open. Every person brought in through that entrance so far had unraveled secrets buried deep in blood and betrayal. This one was no different.Kael’s eyes widened the moment he saw who had been dragged into the hall. His shock quickly morphed into fury, his body vibrating with rage.“How dare you bring my father here!” Kael snarled. “You attacked Red Moon Pack? You invaded our home!”He took a step forward, but Draven’s guards moved swiftly, blocking his path with unflinching precision.Draven's expression remained cold. “Your father stole the Alpha title from my mate’s father,” he said, his voice low but heavy with truth. “He murdered him in cold blood and claimed the title that never belonged to him.”The crowd gasped, whispers rippling like wildfire. The shame of the Red Moon Pack was unra
The Dark Lord's Mate. The Real Storm.
Elizabeth turned sharply, her eyes locking on the people clapping their hands, mocking the tension in the air."How dare you deceive us?!" she screamed, her voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd.The room fell into complete silence. Kael turned to look at Elizabeth, his eyes begging her to stop. He slowly shook his head, trying to urge her into silence. But Elizabeth was past reasoning. Rage, betrayal, and a seething jealousy frothed within her.She couldn't believe Aurora was not only alive but thriving—standing proud in the very place she had once been humiliated."You came to my pack to deceive me," Elizabeth spat. "And now you have the audacity to insult me? You slut!"Before the final word even landed, Draven had moved. In the blink of an eye, he had Elizabeth pinned to the wall, one hand wrapped around her throat, lifting her off the ground with terrifying strength."Don’t you ever call my mate a slut again," he snarled, his crimson eyes glowing with fury. "If you do, I wi
The Dark Lord's Mate. A Catapulted Return
As Draven was about to walk toward the werewolves, who were already laughing heartily and sipping one of the finest imported wines, a hand gently touched his shoulder.“Son.”Queen Lilith’s voice was soft, but it held a weight of emotions buried under centuries of silence. Slowly, King Draven turned to face his mother. He had only agreed to invite her to his mate celebration because Aurora had insisted. She missed the queen and wanted her there. Draven had relented, not because of sentiment, but to make Aurora happy.“I told you not to cross my path,” Draven said coldly, his gaze dropping to the elegant black and silver dress he had specifically chosen for her to wear.“You can’t hold this grudge forever, you know,” Lilith replied, her tone calm but weary. “I even wore this dress just to please you. You know I never wear what you pick for me.”She reached out to touch his shoulder again, a fragile attempt at reconciliation, but Draven shifted away before her fingers could graze him.“
The Dark Lord's Mate. The unmasking.
Warning, Matured context.“First thing first, the child does not belong to Kael,” Aurora said, picking up a pen and flipping through a book. She was deep in thought, formulating the perfect plan.“Which child?” Draven asked, now sitting up. His mate was like a machine—a calculating force with a clear mission, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her intensity.“The child that Elizabeth bore doesn’t belong to Kael,” Aurora replied, her voice steady and confident. “The child belongs to her true mate, who was previously her ex-boyfriend, Ronald. I know Ronald—I always caught them sneaking out of her room. Even in broad daylight, I would hear their moans and screams. But suddenly, Ronald disappeared from the pack. No one knew where he went. Soon enough, he was forgotten.” Aurora stated the hard facts as if they were nothing but simple truths.Draven stared at her in shock, trying to process her words. “How did you find out about this?” His voice was tinged with disbelief. How had she un
