Peach and White were basically the colors in the magnificent Banquet Hall, decorated with too many alluring decors. Many were the lights in the Hall, but only the stunning waterfall crystal chandelier at the dance floor was on. On the floor of the dance floor was a monogram, A&K with a large peach flower crest around it. Beautiful flower arrangements; peach taper candles in white taper candleholders adorned every guest’s table. A few guests left their candles on, others enjoyed it off. Guests, except for the servers who were in uniform, gussied up amazingly. A love song played softly, kindling a whelming feeling of affection, which quietened the hall as guests immersed themselves in the syrupy feeling. Most guests, rather than all, hooked their attention on the newlywed who were dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the hall. Many guests cared to film the moment. Anthony was charming in his wedding looks. Perhaps he spent way more hours preparing his enticing looks. He even mad
So, this was the scent making his wolf flip with excitement and trying to unleash himself in the public. Kayla Jonathan? It was her skunking scent calling him this whole time. Vanilla and raspberry it was, but her fragrance surpassed just vanilla and raspberry — she smelled finger-lickin’ good. There was something more to her scent which he sensed was different from humans. If he put it into a guess, he'd say she smelled heavenly and refreshing, maybe like a faerie. A faerie married a hybrid? He put his thought aside, and his eyes browsed through her. That shapeless, lanky girl he used to know had transformed into a beautiful, hourglass woman in every man's dream. He could hear his wolf growling his excitement. As if his wolf’s dopamine and serotonin rushed into his human side, he just couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed his wolf picked so much interest in her. ‘Hey, Wolan, no second chance mate allowed, not to mention this one is married,’ he warned within his mind to whist his wolf bec
Several people were in the hotel lobby doing their various kinds of activity. Anthony stood in the lobby. One of his hands tarried inside his pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear. He was on the phone with someone who must have given him some bad news that left his brow furrowed. ‘A letter came to Toflan for you today, Anthony. No sender's name. No address or contact info. Just a paper in an envelope. I can't seem to tell whether it's a shifter behind the letter or a human. Check it out yourself, I sent it via W******p.’ Frank, his secretary spoke over the phone. Right after Frank ended the call, Anthony checked the letter. Of course he expected a complete shit. ‘A beautiful wife there, man. How interesting will it be to have a bullet in her head? Maybe… a silver bullet.’ An opulent hotel suite was romantically decorated, quiet as a graveyard. Red petals spread throughout the white bed; in the middle of the bed came a love shape designed with petals. Surrounding the bed
Kayla laid on her side, gasping for air. Her hand squeezing the sheet hard as she struggled to resuscitate herself. He approached the nightstand and took the contraceptive from the drawer. Easing two capsules in his mouth, he tossed the medication bottle across the room, then sauntered back to the bed with dead slow and dominant steps. The look on his face, the gaze he placed on her — spelled out his dark intentions. Kayla sprung back to a conscious state, though a bit exhausted. The moment she felt his weight at the edge of the bed, fear surged through her as she swivelled her head down, only to see he’d moved near her legs already. Before she could make a dash, he seized her legs and wrenched her back on the bed, settling over her. He took her hands and locked them above her head with only one of his big, steely hand. She was left breathless under him, gazing into his flaming eyes that constantly heightened the fear within her. His warm breath brushed over her face as his face
Yesterday slipped by with every pain and rage, and it seemed the new day was about to deepen yesterday's emotions when Kayla sat at the table in her office, paying full attention to a twenty-year-old Madison who was a speaker of ASL, interpreting her dumb mother’s bodily signs. Her first mute client… God help her. “Except your daughters, are there more witnesses or evidence that can help us through the case?” Kayla asked Monica Smithfield, Madison's mother. Monica nodded briskly, self-assured. She reached for a tote bag which sat on her legs, her hands trembling as she took a pile of documents out from the bag and set them on the desk. Monica's restless and shaky movements had almost got Kayla begging her to relax. Monica's little daughter, Sophia, who stood beside Monica, sadly, if not angrily, dimmed her eyes at her mother's uneasiness. “I need you to calm down, Mommy, you’re scaring me. I don’t want you to leave Maddie and I like daddy did,” she sniveled. Moved by her daughter’s
No sooner had the registrar called Monica Smithfield’s case than Sophia waved at Kayla from the witness stand. Kayla's eyes found Sophia, then Sophia used bodily signs to ask if her mother would win. Kayla looked away without offering her any hope. Sophia discerned Kayla's act meant ‘whatever you see, take it’, so her face fell. From the moment Kayla stepped into the courtroom, the defendant, Alfred Seong-Hun, had fixed her with such death look she found offensive. The blackguard’s lewd and obviously spiteful stare beat at her comfort; bunt her mind into thoughts, not doubt she might flip her lid. She almost loured the instant she turned to the crowd and found Alfred's men all watching her like she was food. Except for Alfred's gaze which she found annoying, the atmosphere in the room was yet another problem. Threatening. Come to think of it… according to Monica's story about the groups of untrue beings, wasn't she supposed to expect a man ten-times older than Alfred Seong-Hun? She'
Humph! The dreadful day Kayla wished would never come had burst in, she'd go back to that bloody house. She couldn't focus at work as it was disquieting knowing she must hark back to Anthony’s house. Her miserable appearance merited her queries she did not answer. Kayla didn’t think she could survive it in Anthony's house for an entire month being browbeaten by the butthead. Kayla left Qynville at four p.m, aware she must arrive at Anthony’s house before eight p.m, which was the time stated by the rule for her to return home. She stopped by her house to pick up a few necessary belongings and even have a soothing dinner there. Pulling up in the driveway, she proceeded further into the house. After a soothing dinner in the dining room, where Nora texted her reminding her about being in Anthony’s house earlier, she headed for her bedroom to arrange some necessary belongings she’d take along with her to Anthony’s house. She stopped dead at the door, staring at an amiss post-it note paste
“Hey, sweetie, wake up.”The voice echoed distantly, gradually getting closer and clearer. Kayla's droopy eyelids flew open but pressed shut as the intense sunlight breaking through the bow windows stung her eyes. Whose hand was that tapping on her back? A frown of discomfort laced her face as she whimpered. Was her bed at Anthony’s house this strong and woody that it caused her head to ache?She perked up, reality dawning on her as she examined her surrounding. She was meant to be at Anthony's house, wasn't she? Turning to glance at June, who stood beside her to wonder how she came in, yesterday's memory waltzed in at full blast. The post-it, wait… she slept in! Shock took over her as she rushed into her bedroom. Hell no, no! Anthony wouldn't only kill her, she'd broken his rules too, and that might mean her freedom being laid aside.June walked her way to Kayla's bedroom, sitting herself on a sofa. Kayla was in a rush, June believed she was late for work. The guilt enfolding June wa
Three years later.A prolonged silence reigned in a bedroom. The silence had nearly grown beyond silence, but the sound of vacuum cleaners broke through the door as muffled sounds. Anthony lay shirtless in the bed. His eyes were closed as though he were asleep, his hand laying over Kayla's back. Kayla lay with her head and half of her torso on him. Her eyes were wide open. Unlike a shirtless Anthony, she had a gray nightshirt on.Kayla's mind couldn't go through so many thoughts and imaginations without her remembering the hot sex they had last night. It was hot—so hot and rough that she gulped down two bottles of chilled water and energy drinks after. Thank goodness their neighbors lived many blocks away, and their house was soundproofed. Their bedroom including. She and Anthony were glad the kids didn't interrupt, Eaven especially.It was seven in the morning, yet she and Anthony were stuck in the bed like heaven would fall if one of them had left the bedroom. “I went to the hospita
Already, everyone had risen to their feet. A wolf leaped at Marcus. Marcus flew up to the height of the wolf, and drilled his hands and claws into the wolf's torso, splitting the wolf into two. All wolves enraged, Wolan zoomed closer to make a swipe. Marcus leaned backward, his feet scraping the floor as he glided beneath Wolan. He grabbed Wolan’s leg from below, and twisted, wrenching a pained growl off him. Twisting one more time, he flung him to the wall harder, and Wolan broke the unbreakable wall. Dominic rolled over the floor, yelling in pain, holding his leg. Another wolf came at him. Marcus allowed the wolf to descend. Immediately the wolf descended, he took his hand up and penetrated the wolf's chest wall, pulling the wolf's heart out of him. The wolf whimpered and dropped dead, shifting back to a dead human form. Bo zoomed towards him. Marcus caught him in the air by the neck and snapped his neck, throwing him aside.Camlin stood up and tossed the spring-chained axe at him.
Marcus switched to his vampire form—a pale ash skin, visible veins poking out on the layer of his body, long fangs, pointy ears, dark eyes like midnight, a face like an animal, and longer claws. Kicking Anthony in the torso, he slashed the claws of his hands at him, slicing his throat and face, blood surging out of Anthony's wounds with pressure. Anthony bounced back and healed.Making another slash with the claws of his left hand, Anthony bent backward and let his hand swing past his face, then he sprang up to claw back at him but he leaned backward. Marcus stood upright and stabbed his claws into Anthony's stomach, pulled him closer with his claws in his stomach, and buried his fangs into his neck. Anthony growled in pain. Retracting his fangs and claws, he shoved Anthony aside by his neck.Anthony fell and changed back to his human form, convulsing, grunting, and groaning. Kayla heaved herself from the floor and ran up to him, holding him closer in her arms, while he struggled to h
The room quietened. The vampires dropped, yet everyone still squared up vigilantly, prepared for even the most sudden attack. Before their eyes, the throne chair turned its back to them and slowly turned again. Marcus appeared sitting on it with his hands on the armrest. His puckered brow emanated pure rage and vengeance. The sight of him only had everyone getting even more prepared. Marcus worked his eyes around for a while.“My empire. My soldiers. Everything that I spent every century of my life building, has crumbled before my eyes,” Marcus said. His tone was placid but pressured by existing rage. “Words can never express how angry I have become. But actions can.”The moment his chair turned, deep growls apart from the wolves’ resonated in the room. Not aware of where it came from, they looked around. Screeching, hisses, growls, and snarls clouded the atmosphere. It took a while before they grabbed the situation. The dead vampires were awakening again. The ones without complete bo
One of the elders lifted Catelyn from the floor and slammed her against the wall on the platform. The elder with fire radiating from his hands zoomed to the platform and unleashed the fire on her. Catelyn still on the floor, quickly put out her hand and blocked his fire. A hand wasn't enough, as his fire conquered hers, she added another hand.Fierce rumbles erupted from Jacob as he took a defense stance in his hybrid form, ready to take on an ascendant that was baring his fangs in front of him. The ascendant zoomed forward. Jacob met him midway and pulled his head off his body. An elder came behind Jacob's back and lifted him from the floor, trying to dismember him with telekinesis. Jacob growled in pain as the elder spread his limbs apart, pulling them from his torso. Unable to endure the energy and pain, he shifted back to his human form the second his hand fell off his body.Tally spotted Jacob. He growled with rage and zoomed toward the elder that was dismembering Jacob. Another
They looked up and saw Anthony passing the wall Marcus had passed through.Anthony appeared straight right in Marcus's main chamber through the wall. He wasn't sure he had seen anything so demonic as Marcus's throne. One could swoon at the sight of the red-eyed and fanged sculpted cobras serving as the armrests of the throne chair. Sadly, he wasn't intimidated by the creepy things in the room, not even by the people in the room.Approximately ten vampires in black hooded cloaks stood on the left, and twenty in scarlet hooded cloaks on the right. Anthony was certain of one thing… the black cloaks were elder vampires with powers, and the scarlet cloaks were ascendant vampires with powers that were unlike the ones he fought back there.He was here to send this ancient bozo with faded green eyes to where he belonged. The grave. With rage, vengeance, bravery, and readiness trapped in him, he stepped closer and stood a bit close to the middle of the vampires. “I knew you'll come.” Anthony
Anthony and Amber made it back into the building after fighting their way through. They were met with unusual changes when they stepped into the lobby. The whole place now seemed digitalized and modern, rather than an ordinary palace lobby.“Where are we?” Amber asked.Anthony continued strides and Amber followed. “This building is technical. A complicated great work of science. It changes form.”“So, you know where we're going? How do we know where Marcus is?” “Follow me.”Amber retrieved a pistol from his pocket and shot a newborn alighting from the stairs above ground and the newborn burst. Her light brown eyes bore into Anthony's. “Get your head in the game.” She was giving the pistol back when another vampire that had killed his opponent came at them. She spun around and shot the vampire. “I’ll keep this.”They continued further to the rolling staircase.Anthony and Amber stood before a wall that was sliding open. Both froze at the situation on sight. The place was large like a
Anthony continued further, lurching as he walked. He was hopeless, pained, and afraid, his eyes red with tears as he breathed shakily. His beast wouldn't stop growling in his head, clawing at him, so restless—the beast was enraged and pained as him.Marcus's scent was always there. He might go the wrong way if he followed it. But there were other scents on the path he walked. The scents he'd smelled in the chamber, along with Marcus's. A realization waltzed in, shooting him into motions. He could follow those scents to wherever they took his mate to.With haste and fury, Anthony walked from one hallway to another and entered four different elevators that lead to different floors, paving his way with the solar lamp and pistols he used to knock down the vampires that crossed his path.Anthony was met with ten soldiers in gas masks right in the passage where the scents took him. He stood many feet from the vampires, staring at them, getting himself prepared. He was confident that Kayla w
Anthony remained in a stance, a foot, a knee, and palms on the earth, his glowing eyes surveying his surrounding. Newborn vampires. Fledglings. They were everywhere around. They were aiming his way. He could smell them, their courage, confidence, and their readiness. He even smelled their deaths. Both far and near, he heard every single sound they made. His right ear twitched. There were two vampires on different trees in his vicinity, fifteen coming at him. They were two hundred in the forest right then, but only a few were after him.The newborn on the tree descended, one coming from his front and three from his left. Anthony yanked his machine gun off his shoulder, sprang up from the ground, and shot the newborn descending from the tree. He threw the machine gun up in the air, sliced the neck of one of the vampires with his poisonous claws, snapped and pulled the other's head. Then he caught the machine gun once it came down, and shot the five coming at him. Their screams, hisses,