Under the MoonPamela shot out of the party like a thousand hellhounds were descending upon her. Enzo was an Alpha, and a strong one from the smell of him as he gathered closer to her and her friends. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would have been mated to such a wolf. She was a deer captured in the headlights; she was no deer. She was the fierce sigma trained heavily by her father's grueling training ever since she could walk. Clayton was more robust than any alpha in his territory for miles, her father knew that, but he never let that get to his head. He enjoyed the quiet so much he never thought he would have a daughter.He had found her mother in the middle of the woods, a human of all things, who thought she could brave the elements of the harsh winters. This human, who was extra bubbly considering her predicament, caught Clayton's eye and of course, his wolf howled, screaming at him that she was his mate. Vivian had enough provisions to camp for many w
ChristineI screamed as I jumped out of my coma-like state. My hands reached for the one person that would make me feel safe, and that was Sebastian. His face full of worry, he pulled me to his bare chest, calming me with his touch."Shit, are you alright?" Letting out a breath of unquestionably to be alcohol, I nodded to him. I panted, seeing that the darkness outside still lingered. "I felt like I was falling, and I woke up, some crazy dream I can't even remember," I rambled. Sitting up, I pushed my legs over the bed for Sebastian to pull me back. "Did you dream anything?" He pressured me, and his concerned look only had me shake my head. "No, I passed out from drinking too much, I guess. I've got a bad headache," I rubbed my head delicately. Biting his lip, he picked me up, and I squealed as he carried me to the bathroom. "Why do you vampire and werewolf people carry their mates so much?" I chuckled, still feeling the pounding in my head. "Mate thing," he shrugged his shoulder
ChristineCold water drenched me, my nipples instantly retracting and hardening all at the same time. Coughing, my hands reached out, trying to either push away Wyatt or move the smoke that had enclosed me. Instead, Sebastian's warm body was already in the tub, pulling me away from the cold waters.He was drenched, head to toe, in his pants, dress shirt, and vest, his eyes widening as my fingers gripped into his shirt. Hell, even though I was scared to death right now, he was still the sexiest thing alive."What happened?" I croaked. My hair tangled with ice cubes, my naked body hanging in the air as he lifted me over the tub while his long legs stepped over. Yanking a towel from a nearby rack, he pulled me to my feet, wrapping my body. "Is she alright?" Rowan barged in, along with his mate Adaline whose hair was disheveled. Her grip tensed on her mate only to let go suddenly to touch my arm. "Goddess, you saw him, didn't you." I bit my lip, unsure if this was a dream or reality. I
"It will be pleasurable, just as last time," he nipped my ear. My core rubbed into his groin while he grunted. "And, once you have changed, I can be as rough with you as I want." I squeaked, halting my rhythmic assault on his crotch for him to laugh. Sebastian pushed a lock of hair away from my face, his smile beaming, showing his teeth. "I'm going to find the bastard and kill him," he promised me. The human part of me wanted to tell him not to hurt him. I did have many happy years with Wyatt, but most of it was a lie. The new Christine, the one about to become a fairy tale, only nodded in agreement. "Do what you must," I muttered. Sebastian's satisfied smile crashed his lips onto me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, and he lifted me to the bed. My legs wrapping around his waist, I rubbed my hips up and down his length. "You're going to get in trouble," he threw me to the bed, and I bounced, giggling. He ripped my pants off in one go, and I pulled my tunic off, laying bare for him
SebastianChristine's body shut down, letting the venom finally reach her extremities. This was the hardest part. Not for her to feel the pain but for me to sink my fangs deeper into the bone. It was by no means pleasant for her but for a vampire inflicting the pain on their beloved, it was pure agony. I held my fangs into her body. Her eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion. The human's fight or flight reflex was hard to overcome. Christine's body was strong, and keeping her to where she didn't hurt herself, such as my fangs accidentally shifting and hitting a major artery while I was buried deep into the bone, would not favor well. Especially with her blood clotting issues. Her body limp, I kept my fangs inside, seeping more of the venom into her. Once I felt the bond release me of the strong urge to change her, I retracted my fangs, licking her now bruised skin. It would remain a bruise for several days as the venom works to turn her soft skin into something stronger. My nose follo
Of shit, I died and went to hell."Far from it," the soothing voice beckoned me as I stood. I wore a deep crimson dress, one fit for a vampire's mate in some sort of dark Victorian romance. My hand traced the intricate designs, feeling the tiny ribbons of gold threading and the long sheer sleeves of the dress. My finger pricked something too sharp, and my finger began to bleed.Before I could panic, the blood that had slipped between my finger stopped and the scratch healed. "It's a stunning dress on you, but I don't think it's your style." A woman around my height stepped from behind the dead tree. Taking in my surroundings, I was sure I had died because this place was barren. There was no life. Skulls of animal bones decorated the dense forest where we now stood. The leaves crunched in response to my turns as I took in what the scene was worth.Burning timber smoke fell around us. The thickness of the smoke had me cough while it settled at our feet. Waving my hands about my face to
ThirdSebastian paced up and down the lowly lit bedroom. The carpet by the window was wearing thin, and the stubble on his cheeks had grown. It had been two more days, and Christine still lay in the bed asleep. From the occasional stir of her eyelids fluttering to the tiny twitches of her hand, it was the only life he seemed to sense in her. Even her heart had begun to beat softly but still beating to the same rhythm of his, but so faintly it had him curse beneath his breath.Sebastian called Rowan up to his room several times during those days, having the coven physician in tow. The physician checked the beating of her heart, using needles to draw out her blood and checking for clotting factors that had appeared in those few days. Sebastian watched him as he nodded, mumbling everything was according to schedule, and she would wake soon.But how soon?Sebastian continued to pull at his hair. The thought of getting cleaned up, neatly shaven, and ready for his beloved to wake sat in th
Her core was a throbbing mess. Something between the taste of his blood, and the thirst had her growling, and she paused midway up Sebastian's chest to see his bright red eyes staring down at her. "It's alright, it's normal," he purred. "Keep going," he said huskily as Christine continued to lick him clean until she reached the cut that poured the sweet nectar from his body. It had already healed, and the scar was already fading. Christine's hair was pulled back, Sebastian lacing his fingers into the weave of luscious blonde locks and smashed his lips on hers. His fangs nipped her lips, causing blood to drip down her cheek. Licking her clean slowly, her cut was already healing. They panted as they pulled away. "Are you going to be my good little mate and drink from me, or will I have to tease you until you finally give in?" Christine's eyes widened, her heart racing in her chest. As much fun as it sounded to be teased and finally be given something, her throat was as dry as the Sah
Under the Moon“It’s stunning.” Sebastian’s shoes could be heard coming down the hallway. Christine could hear him a mile away with those god-awful shoes. She would never get used to the clothing here. The heavy, dark clothing was almost dreary, but Sebastian was right it was needed.Whether it be by eating, crying or snagging one of her claws over her skin, there was always blood to be shed. She cut herself several times when she was first learning how to control the claws that could form out of her fingers. Now she could do it on command without a blink of an eye.“You sure it looks alright?” Christine questioned, not daring to look away from the oil painting. Christine had put to good use of her degree from college, despite thinking she would never be of any help. She was not only the reigning queen, but also the palace artist. Her work was beyond anything Vermillion had seen in decades and her work had been busy since the day she and Sebastian were crowned.Christine painted mural
***After arriving at the Ever Green Pack, memories flooded me. Just eight months ago, I had left this place with a second chance to find my beloved. Clara had graciously pardoned me, along with two of my friends that had gone back to Bergarian with their own mates.“What’s going on? Why so many cars?” Christine stuck her head out the window. Rowan slapped his hand on the steering wheel, honking at the other cars.“Everyone is being a rubber necker, trying to look at the portal instead of parking,” he grumbled. “Just park and we can walk right through!” He waved his hands in annoyance. Adaline flipped through her phone, chuckling at some cat video on the screen.Once we parked in the four-story garage that sat hidden in the middle of the forest, I grabbed Christine’s hand while she stared at all the wolves, vampires and children running playfully. It was more chaotic than it normally was when we stood by the large stone arch with a mirror-like an appearance.“Settle down!” Alpha Adrie
Sebastian“Oh please,” Christine moaned. Her hands were tied above her head against the iron headboard. She struggled against them, trying to pull free. Her strength had not fully come into play, but she was certainly testing the silk ropes. Her nails began pulling at the fabric, and I laughed darkly as I licked her nipple.Biting softly on the underside of her breast, she gasped, her body wiggling against me. “Please,” she begged again. I loved it when she pleaded. I loved she demanded me, and most of all I loved her and everything that she was.Christine had a slight panic attack being told she would be queen. She worried if she would be even good enough to help maintain a kingdom. Constantly reminding her we are to follow Queen Taliyah’s orders from a far helped mollify her mind, but still being in the public eye around judgmental vampires had her tense. She was right, it would be difficult for her since she was now one of us, freshly turned and still having to eat regularly until
ChristineA beat of silence swept across the room. Many expressed concerns to their mates and beloveds like it was some sort of joke. The war in Bergarian was a hot topic for days, but always talked about in the seclusion of their homes.Nights spent in the living room with Rowan, Adaline and my parents were nothing but hushed whispers while the Assassin stood in the corner. Just watching. Even he was unsettled as we whispered of the gloom that could rapidly come to earth.The dark wizardry had been contributed to by something we didn’t know, the portal closing almost without warning. The Bergarian royals had brought the strongest Alpha werewolf of Earth along with his luna, that had experience in beating a demon which had inhabited a witch’s body. This brought more questions.More rumors, more speculations as we sat around in the small circle of friends. Suron did not make many comments, but Enzo certainly had his theories.Enzo had returned before the declaration of the portal to be
Sebastian Christine sat on her knees, her night silk nightgown tickling her skin down to mid-thigh. The silk draped down her body, her nipples already hardened. A chill ran down her spine, as my hands traced the cover that hid her delectable body. Her hands lifted the base of the gown, pulling it over her head, leaving her in a black, laced panties. “Goddess, you are beautiful,” I forced from my lips. Speaking to her was always difficult when she bared her body to me. She made me speechless, made my heart flutter lightly in my chest. The room was still dark, despite it being late morning. The curtains moving with the air in the room, gently swaying on the carpet. My ears now turned to be in tune with the woman that was in front of me, because it was only she that mattered. Christine’s hair, which she had meticulously put in a braid before we went to bed, laid over her shoulder, tickling my chest as she straddled over me. “So, do I get to taste a little of heaven?” Kill. Me. Now.
Christine“If you expect me to go to sleep after that, you are insane,” I muttered into his shoulder. Not wanting to pry my head off his chest, hearing that steady heart that I loved to hear so much, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.I had done a stellar job not crying, but the dam was about to break.“Christine,” Sebastian cooed, trying to pull me off his chest.“Nuh uh,” I shook my head. Not happening, bro.“Christine,” he said more sternly. My mouth opened and then my fangs bit into his shoulder where my head was laying.“Oh fuck! What are you doing!?” I giggled, because I totally forgot that I had fangs and I could do the stabby-stab thing. Unfortunately, my body was having a mixed reaction to what I thought was funny because I began crying.Gods help me.“He’s gone,” the deep voice from the other side of the room muttered. “His body has retreated to the Underworld. Hopefully Hades’ will take care of him. I’ll take my leave.” Hearing the creek of the door open, it let in the s
ChristineHearing the gentle click of the door, Sebastian walked down the hallways and left me to sleep. He tucked me in like a giant burrito along with Bob, thinking I would be simply fine without him.Oh, if he only knew.Somehow, I had calmed my heart when he ‘rocked’ me to sleep, making him think that I was zonked. It was weird. My heart was now both a voluntary and involuntary muscle response. Unlike humans, you can’t control your heartbeat, it kind of just does its thing. Not when you are a vampire. I could slow it, make it move faster, or match Sebastian's.So freaking weird.While he held me, I slowed it, to help soothe myself and keep it from beating out of my chest. It kept me grounded; it kept me from ripping through the room and claw every pillow until feathers dusted every surface. Slowing it down so much, he must have thought I had truly fallen asleep. Sebastian did what he could. I knew he was upset, but there wasn’t anything he could do to help me with the feeling I
SebastianI wanted to kill him myself.And here I was, holding my beloved in my arms, gently stroking the back of her head. I wanted nothing more than to destroy her father, but she clutched me too tightly. For now, I would hold her close, keep her safe in my arms but soon, I would get her the justice she deserves. Vanessa and Christine were dropped bombs of hidden truths in just minutes of each one. Who knew what other secrets the warlock held, but I was sure that this Assassin standing before us knew very well what they were. It was no coincidence that the Assassin was here, The Death Flock had a purpose: to take care of their intended target. This makes me believe that Broderick was being hunted. "Get them to the bunker," Rowan shouted, shaking us all from our thoughts. Suron stood there with his popcorn bag on the floor. His mouth hung open. I could smell the blood tears in his eyes when Broderick spoke of the death of these babies. Suron had a soft heart that loved to care for
ChristineHoly hairy monkey balls. My ex-dad stared at us like he had won the lottery. The arrogant look on his face let me know he didn't give an absolute shit that there were more vampires in the room than his lonely self. That bares the question is, how powerful is he?Hell, how did mom and I not know?The façade of being an airline pilot was the perfect cover. He was gone for weeks at a time and came home only when it seemed to be the least convenient time for the both of us. He showed up right when we were happy with just each other, but he would destroy that in an instant. Demanding mom should attend certain functions with him, get his face out there for all the humans to find him entirely and utterly handsome and trustworthy.Other than that, there was no other sign he would have been some creepy warlock. We didn't have any black cats, no locked door to the basement, no magical fairies dusting the house. How he had kept us from this was insane. We didn't know him, even more so