Sold like a circus animal. Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred. With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again. Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it. The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth. ~~~ The book excerpt: "Here, I have a key to your heart," I left the key in my palm, metal, and skin together. I stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught my attention because it resembles a dagger, so I took it and waited for the perfect opportunity. "Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growls in disgust. If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him closer. My lips nearly touch his ear as I whisper, "It fits."
View MoreOctaviusWho the fuck does this man think he is? Isn’t it enough that his stupid presence affects me? I have no idea what’s happening to me, but I’m seriously turned on just by looking at his face. I hate myself for liking him. Alright, maybe liking is a little too harsh, but there’s definitely some attraction I feel towards him. But he’s a darn dog! I can’t look at the dog and find him tempting and sexually attractive. I hate that I almost fell for his games and words. One moment he comes here to talk; then, he demands me to address him by a specific role, and now, he’s pushing all that information on my shoulders. Like fuck I care about anything he wants. On top of everything else, he manages to say the right things and the right time, and it pisses me off even more. I’m an ancient vampire, a part of vampire’s Elite – a higher being who isn’t supposed to be tied to a dog. I belong with other vampires, the same as this guy belongs with his own species. I don’t care about the m
OceanAs vile, brutal and caveman-like Kieran sometimes is, he remains to be a man of his word. Once we caught our breaths and the reality finally hit me, a deep sense of shame filled me. Kieran stood aside and watched how his seed slowly slid down my legs, just like he intended to do, while we could still hear moans and the ruffling of dry leaves around us. Once he satisfied his need to ensure he had claimed me, he helped me to clean up, we used a chance to have a quick dip in the lake, and afterwards, he helped me get dressed. Kieran grabbed my hand and still refuses to release me as we leave the place and walk back to the camp. We don’t talk, both of us have enough on our minds, and quite frankly, it’s easier to ignore the moans and grunts that surround us if we can focus on our thoughts. By the time we get back to the camp, the first thing I notice is the sulking Alpha, walking around and growling at everyone who tries to approach him. “Octavius,” both Kieran and I grunt at
KieranI hope my brother will understand how much he needs the werewolf Alpha and how much the Alpha needs him. It’s irrelevant to me; at this point, but I want to see both of them happy. Just as happy as I am now when I have Ocean back where she belongs - in my arms. She keeps giggling and playfully slapping my back while the men in the camp whistle and call out some encouraging words for me to “get it good.” Never, in a million years, would I think I’d ever find a common ground with wolves, but here I am, carrying my woman and grinning like a fool at the remarks. I feel like I’m their brother, and they’re my closest family. For once, I feel like I fit in. “You should stop wiggling unless you want me to drop you,” I slap Ocean’s ass as a warning. She knows I wouldn’t drop her, but some teasing never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s been quite a while since we last met and held each other, so I’m set on enjoying whatever time we get to spend together. And now, my main priority is to pr
Alpha GillianHow? Just how can a blood-sucking murderer be this enchanting?Could it be part of his predator nature? To make his victims fall for him from the moment they meet so that he can lure them into the vicious claws of death before they notice the danger nearing them?Whichever it is, all I know is that I’m absolutely smitten by the dangerously beautiful creature before my eyes.The moment Kieran tossed his woman over his shoulder and carried her away to mate, I wanted the same thing. I want to feel his smooth, cold skin beneath my fingertips. I want to hear his moans and lose myself in the sounds of pleasure this man would emit because of me. Only me. Yet, as soon as I get inside the vampire’s tent and notice him crawling up in the furthest corner, I remember the vast difference between our species. While I walk under the sun with ease, my lovely mate fears the massive star for how deadly it is to those like him. Carefully, I zip the tent closed and try my best to hide th
OceanOctavius is sorry? For what? I can't blame him for many things since all of us were stuck in an unfair environment. He's a vampire, and he stood above me, but unlike other blood-sucking maniacs, he didn't treat me like the dirt under his feet.I get a feeling that there is more to his words than I think. Whatever bothers him has to be something he deems wrong and possibly some things I didn't notice him doing to begin with. "I assume it's better if I let you talk," I whisper, still a bit unsure if I'm making the right decision or not. Octavius flashes me a sad smile and nods. "Yeah, that would be better. If you have any questions, you can ask them, but first, please let me explain." He appears all sorts of uncomfortable as his eyes dart everywhere but at me. Following his words, I smile and nod. Right now, I have no questions to ask anyway, so there's no point in me speaking up. "I lied," Octavius breathes out. "Or at least, partly," he quickly adds. I raise an eyebrow i
OctaviusMy life just became a bigger mess than I could think it to be. First, the attack on the city, then Ocean's disappearance, and now this?No, the Gods or whatever chooses shit for us has to be shitting me. No way in hell would I ever think of a possibility as such. The things happened too fast for me to grasp them. Here I am, thinking of ways to defend the home I built with my brother, when a massive, stinky dog man invades my personal space. In all honesty, the first thing I thought of was if I have any dog food around, for whatever reasons, but this thing had to be starving and looking for food if it's desperate enough to cross the walls of the Invictus. But then, it starts sniffing me and wraps its arms around me. He can't blame me for my fight or flight response. A dirty animal like that can't touch me. Not only am I a magnificent ancient creature, but also, consent- has he heard of it?When I finally managed to push him away, the monster looked hurt and started mutterin
KieranWe blow up one of the walls without resistance from the guards. No one is guarding the necessary posts, and the city looks a little more dead than it usually does. I know how the Elite sends out their guards to ensure both the safety of the city and the obedience of humans, but today, there are none, as if they're expecting us. I turn to the Alpha and tilt my head towards the empty street. "Is it possible that someone among your people could have warned the Elite?" I ask and instantly understand my mistake. To fix it, I glance over my shoulder and face the men who followed their Alpha. "I'm not talking about warriors; it's more believable that someone with information about pack plans could have sold them to the vampires." "Rodrigo," one of the warriors snarls the name as if it makes him sick. I raise an eyebrow but don't talk, aware he will explain. "There's this guy, Rodrigo; he knows everything about our plans and draws up the maps for us. I know he has some money shit goi
KieranWhat they did for me, I'll never forget it. It doesn't matter that we're supposed to be enemies or that the Elite fed me such information. Werewolves aren't half as bad as we've been told. In fact, I dare to say they are more human than the vampires among whom I've spent far too many miserable centuries. The same vampires who sent me on a mission to die. The same men and women who promised me their unending trust and support. The same damned vampires who claimed to be my family. They forgot all that for nothing, a stupid game of power, wealth and name. No, fuck it, I'll be damned if I'll ever think of those sly creatures as anything but a bunch of traitors. All I can do is hope Octavius isn't part of the grand scheme against me because he'd be the only one I'd feel hurt to lose. He stood by my side through thick and thin, he has always had my back the same as I had his, and we managed to grow as a family- as brothers. It'd fucking suck to have my own brother plunge the k
OceanThe only thing I wanted was to lie down and let my mind process the information. My life changed from zero to fuck me in a matter of hours. First, it was Kieran's sudden disappearance after the Elite sent him on another mission, then the woman I murdered, and as a cherry on top of that cake of insanity- I turned out to be something I've hated and the partial reason for my suffering is the man who claimed me as his.How more messed up can someone's life get than this? And how am I supposed to casually think about these facts, process them, and come to terms with what my life has become?It'd be so much easier if Vladimir still were my owner. Yes, I hated the abuse and that he kept treating me like a piece of shit, but life was what it was for me; nothing really changed. Back then, I didn't think of myself as special or unique; I was just me, Ocean, the enslaved human. All I had to do was follow the orders and complete the tasks Vladimir gave me. But today, I'm not even a human
Ocean "Ten million ivinus once! Ten million twice! Sold to Count Vladimir Bartholomew!" Melody's voice echoes in my mind every minute I'm awake. I still remember the auction like it was yesterday, yet the dreadful event happened two years ago. I recall how much I feared darkness and how my heart pounded against my ribcage as the masked man pulled me along. I couldn’t see where the man was taking me because the vampires had forced a blindfold over my eyes. Other than the hardwood floor I felt beneath my feet, I couldn't perceive anything of the surroundings. I knew that whatever he was up to, it couldn't be good - it never was when the darkness took over. My wrists bled, with each jerk of the chains the sharp iron handcuffs cut deeper into the wounds. No matter how many times the man tugged on the chain or forced me to move fas
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