Anna's POVI climbed out of the river, my clothes gummed to my body, cold and heavy, like they were trying to drag me back into the water. My makeup, which I’d put on so carefully earlier, was a mess—streaking down my face in dark, ugly lines. I wiped at it with trembling hands, but it was no use. I glanced around, my breath catching. The place looked like a nightmare—a forgotten sprawl of old, abandoned buildings, their windows boarded up or smashed, walls covered in jagged street art. It screamed danger, like a hideout for gangsters or thugs, the kind of place where people went missing and no one asked questions. My stomach churned. This was the last place I wanted to be.Damon was a few steps ahead of me, his hands on his hips. He’d tossed aside his suit jacket, shirt, and shoes, leaving him in just a white polo that clung to his muscular frame. The wet fabric hugged every curve of his body, making him look impossibly sexy despite everything. Bu
Scarlett Manzoni twisted her hips back and forth, riding Bob—Anna’s father—with a rhythm that drew loud groans of pleasure from him. His climax was approaching fast, and his face flushed with red.Scarlett’s soft hands rested on his bare chest, anchoring her as she moved, her own breath escaping in faint moans. Bob’s hands gripped her breasts firmly, kneading them as if they were all that mattered to him at the moment. She rode him harder, chasing her own release, but Bob’s grip shifted. His hands slid to her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he thrust upward, burying himself deep. With a shudder and a loud groan, he spilled inside her, his body collapsing onto the bed in a heap of heavy breaths and spent energy.Scarlett’s brows furrowed, anger flashing across her face. “I was just getting started,” she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration, “and you ended the whole thing by nutting in me.”Bob, still panting, looked up at her with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said we
Anna's POVMy back slammed against the wall, the jagged brick scraping through my soaked shirt. The vampire towered over me, his black eyes glinting with bloodlust. “You smell different, little lamb,” he said, leaning in close. His nose brushed my neck, inhaling deeply, and a shiver ran down my spine. His voice was smooth, almost seductive, but it carried a promise of death.My life flashed before me in a heartbeat—childhood summers, my mother’s laughter, the day I left home. It was gone too fast to hold onto. “Please let me go,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, barely audible over the thudding of my pulse. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”He tilted his head, a sick parody of pity twisting his pale face. “Sorry, love,” he said, his tone mockingly gentle. “No one sees a vampire and lives to tell the tale.” Then his lips parted into a grin, sharp and cruel. “Don’t worry, I’ll make your death quick.”My heart hammered against my ribs, so loud I thought it mig
Anna's POVI pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the air, loud and fast. The recoil jolted my arm, but I held firm. The driver jerked, a red stain spreading across his chest, and he toppled over the side, and fell into the river.His boat swerved, crashing into the one beside it. Chaos erupted—shouts, splintering wood.I fired again. Another man fell, clutching his shoulder. The smell of gunpowder stung my nose, sharp and bitter. A third shot, and a boat veered off, its engine sputtering as the driver slumped. They shot back, bullets whizzing past, plunking into the water around us. I ducked low, but I didn’t stop. Damon weaved the boat through the river, dodging their fire, widening the gap.One by one, they faltered. The last boat turned tail, retreating into the distance. I lowered the gun, my hands trembling again, not from fear but from the rush. Blood pounded in my ears, drowning out the engine’s hum.Damon eased off the throttle,
Anna's POV"My mother used to say, when there’s a heavy downpour of rain, it means the Earth is mourning dead souls."The sharp crackle of lightning lit up the night, followed by a rumble of thunder that seemed to shake the car. The sound jolted me back to reality. I hated thunderstorms—the noise, the darkness, the way my chest tightened every time it struck.I took a shaky breath, trying to focus. "Can you go any faster?" I asked the driver, my voice sharper than I intended.“Sorry, ma’am, but I have to drive carefully. The roads are slick with rain,” he replied, his hands steady on the wheel.I bit my lip, drumming my fingers anxiously on my thigh, feeling like something was clawing inside me. I tried blaming the weather or the pace of the drive, but deep down, I knew there was something else, something I couldn’t shake.Desperate to distract myself, I reached into my bag, searching for my phone. Maybe scrolling through the internet would ease this gnawing
Anna's POVMy head pounded as I came back to consciousness, a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes. I blinked, my vision clearing just enough to catch sight of a man standing over me, his expression as cold as stone. Panic set in, but I tried to keep it hidden, my eyes darting around the room. There were more men, rough, brutal-looking, and then my gaze landed on a particular one amongst them.He sat apart from the others, watching, calm and unreadable. Unlike the others, he didn’t look at us with hostility. Instead, he seemed almost bored, a quiet authority radiating from his relaxed posture. “Get up,” the man in front of me barked, grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. My heart raced, but I forced myself to stand steady."Please..." I wanted to speak but a stinging slap to my face stopped my words. The man grabbed my chin, "You don't utter a sound unless you are asked." He said, shoving his scarred face in front of me."Wake the others," he commanded, h
Anna's POVI slept through the night in a room he’d prepared for me in his mansion, but it felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The memory of my father’s lifeless body, drenched in his own blood, haunted me. What about my sister? My mother? Were they safe? Did they even know I was gone?A fierce anger bubbled within me, directed at the man who had taken me against my will, my so-called “savior.” He was nothing but a demon in disguise, dragging me into a world I wanted no part of.A sharp knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. Before I could even gather my rage, it swung open, and two young maids stepped in, their heads bowed.“Good morning, miss,” one of them said softly. “We’ve brought breakfast. Master requests that you put this on and join him in the main hall when you’re ready.”“Requests?” I spat, “More like demands. Why should I even think about doing anything he says?”They exchanged worried glances, but I didn’t care. I crossed my arm
Damon glanced at his wristwatch, his patience thinning. "She should be out by now, it's been over ten minutes."“Master,” Tiger spoke up, a sly smile playing at his lips. “Is she the one?” Damon asked, his eyes scanning for answers. “Yes, boss, she’s Kane Blackwood’s daughter," He said with a grin on his face."Good; this is the perfect opportunity for us, a direct line to Blackwood territory.” Damon smiled, turning his face to the direction of Anna's room.Tiger’s grin widened. “So, do we call him? Let him know we have his little princess?”“Not yet,” Damon replied sharply."There’s no need to rush. Kane doesn’t even know she’s here.” His voice lowered.A dark smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Once she’s mine in every way, with my seed in her womb, then we’ll make the call. By then, Blackwood will be begging to meet my terms.”He took a step toward the stairs, his tone icy with control. “Tell the men I’m not to be disturbed.”Tiger gave a respectful nod, “Understood, boss
Anna's POVI pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the air, loud and fast. The recoil jolted my arm, but I held firm. The driver jerked, a red stain spreading across his chest, and he toppled over the side, and fell into the river.His boat swerved, crashing into the one beside it. Chaos erupted—shouts, splintering wood.I fired again. Another man fell, clutching his shoulder. The smell of gunpowder stung my nose, sharp and bitter. A third shot, and a boat veered off, its engine sputtering as the driver slumped. They shot back, bullets whizzing past, plunking into the water around us. I ducked low, but I didn’t stop. Damon weaved the boat through the river, dodging their fire, widening the gap.One by one, they faltered. The last boat turned tail, retreating into the distance. I lowered the gun, my hands trembling again, not from fear but from the rush. Blood pounded in my ears, drowning out the engine’s hum.Damon eased off the throttle,
Anna's POVMy back slammed against the wall, the jagged brick scraping through my soaked shirt. The vampire towered over me, his black eyes glinting with bloodlust. “You smell different, little lamb,” he said, leaning in close. His nose brushed my neck, inhaling deeply, and a shiver ran down my spine. His voice was smooth, almost seductive, but it carried a promise of death.My life flashed before me in a heartbeat—childhood summers, my mother’s laughter, the day I left home. It was gone too fast to hold onto. “Please let me go,” I pleaded, my voice trembling, barely audible over the thudding of my pulse. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”He tilted his head, a sick parody of pity twisting his pale face. “Sorry, love,” he said, his tone mockingly gentle. “No one sees a vampire and lives to tell the tale.” Then his lips parted into a grin, sharp and cruel. “Don’t worry, I’ll make your death quick.”My heart hammered against my ribs, so loud I thought it mig
Scarlett Manzoni twisted her hips back and forth, riding Bob—Anna’s father—with a rhythm that drew loud groans of pleasure from him. His climax was approaching fast, and his face flushed with red.Scarlett’s soft hands rested on his bare chest, anchoring her as she moved, her own breath escaping in faint moans. Bob’s hands gripped her breasts firmly, kneading them as if they were all that mattered to him at the moment. She rode him harder, chasing her own release, but Bob’s grip shifted. His hands slid to her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he thrust upward, burying himself deep. With a shudder and a loud groan, he spilled inside her, his body collapsing onto the bed in a heap of heavy breaths and spent energy.Scarlett’s brows furrowed, anger flashing across her face. “I was just getting started,” she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration, “and you ended the whole thing by nutting in me.”Bob, still panting, looked up at her with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said we
Anna's POVI climbed out of the river, my clothes gummed to my body, cold and heavy, like they were trying to drag me back into the water. My makeup, which I’d put on so carefully earlier, was a mess—streaking down my face in dark, ugly lines. I wiped at it with trembling hands, but it was no use. I glanced around, my breath catching. The place looked like a nightmare—a forgotten sprawl of old, abandoned buildings, their windows boarded up or smashed, walls covered in jagged street art. It screamed danger, like a hideout for gangsters or thugs, the kind of place where people went missing and no one asked questions. My stomach churned. This was the last place I wanted to be.Damon was a few steps ahead of me, his hands on his hips. He’d tossed aside his suit jacket, shirt, and shoes, leaving him in just a white polo that clung to his muscular frame. The wet fabric hugged every curve of his body, making him look impossibly sexy despite everything. Bu
Ghost stepped into the clubhouse, the heavy air thick with the familiar stench of beer and cigarette smoke. But tonight, something else lingered—a sharp, metallic smell that set her nerves on edge. She’d been told about Tiger’s death earlier, and the news had hit her hard. Grief gnawed at her, but she pushed it down. Damon would be furious when he found out, and if they didn’t figure out who was responsible, his rage would burn even hotter. Her boots thudded against the hardwood floor as she headed straight for Damon’s office, where the grim scene awaited.The door creaked as she pushed it open, revealing Tiger’s mutilated body sprawled across the floor. His hands, legs, head—even his privates—had been hacked off, arranged in a sickening display. Blood pooled beneath him, dark and sticky, the sight twisting Ghost’s stomach. She clenched her fists, forcing her gaze to steady. This wasn’t just a death; it was a message.Bonnie slipped in behind her, her gasp cutting through the si
Anna's POVI came back to consciousness with a jolt, Damon’s voice cutting through the haze in my mind. “Anna?” he called, his tone sharp and insistent. “You good?”The world felt wrong—tilted, broken. I blinked hard, trying to make sense of it. The car was upside down, its roof now the floor beneath me. Glass crunched under my hands as I shifted, my head pounding like a drum. “I think I hurt my head,” I stuttered, my fingers brushing my temple where a sticky warmth seeped into my hair.Damon’s face appeared in front of me, his eyes flicking over me in a quick, assessing sweep. “You’re fine, Anna. We need to get out of here,” he said, his voice calm but laced with something urgent that made my chest tighten. He shoved at the door beside him, muscles straining, and it popped open with a groan of metal.I tried to move, tugging at my seatbelt, but it wouldn’t budge. “I think I’m stuck,” I said, my voice rising as panic clawed at me.“Don’t worry. I’ll come
Anna's POVThe car we entered was different this time—a sleek, black sedan with tinted windows that swallowed the outside world whole. The driver sat up front, a silent shadow behind a partition, unable to see us. That small demarcation wrapped around me like a blanket, warm and secretive, shielding Damon and me from prying eyes. The air inside buzzed with something electric, something that made my skin tingle and my chest tighten. I could still feel the echo of Damon’s hands on me from earlier—the way he’d held me on the dance floor, his breath hot against my ear, promising things I wasn’t sure I was ready for. But now, in this private little world, that promise hung heavy between us, waiting to be claimed.Damon shifted beside me, his thigh pressing against mine through the fabric of my gown. The contact sent a spark racing up my spine, and I turned to look at him. His eyes were dark pools in the dim light, glinting with something wild, something
Anna's POVHis smile faded, and his grip on my hand tightened just a fraction. “It’s a short story,” he said softly. “You died, and then came back to life. That was what happened.”I pulled my hand back, shaking my head. “No, it’s not enough. I want the full story, Damon. I remember the hospital, the pain, all of it. And now I’m in Mexico, alive, with no explanation. What happened to me?”He leaned back, his expression clouding with something unreadable. “How am I suppose to know? Anna. I'm not the doctors, and they don't even have the answers.”“How did I die in Las Vegas and then wake up in Mexico?” I demanded, my voice rising. “And why can’t I remember anything after the hospital?”He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Perhaps you were in heaven, I guess. There are many things we do not understand about life and death. It's best we just focus on the dinner," he said, "We can talk about death later."“Then when?” I snapped, my patience fraying. “Bec
Anna's POV But his face was stone-serious, his eyes digging into mine, waiting for an answer I didn’t have.“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I managed, my voice a shaky whisper. My heart hammered, each thud ringing in my ears. What did he mean I smelled like an alpha? And a pack? The questions piled up, suffocating me with no answers in sight.He tilted his head, his brow creasing like my confusion threw him off. “You don’t know?” he asked, his tone softening, almost curious. “But you carry the scent. It’s unmistakable.”I backed up, my shoulders hitting the elevator wall. The cold metal steadied me, but my thoughts were chaos. That voice earlier, my eyes flashing red in the mirror, the sudden craving for meat despite years as a vegetarian—it was all unraveling, and this man’s words were tugging at threads I didn’t want to pull.“I’m not… I’m not part of any pack,” I said, my voice trembling. “I don’t even know what that means.”He stared at me,