Now that you are less hungry you are ready to continue your journey. 'I need a car,' you tell yourself. 'And money.' You search the house but come up empty on money. 'Think, think,' you tell yourself. 'Where will I put money if I was a housewife?' You remember how your mother always used to hide money in the washing powder box. "Your dad will never find it here," she chuckled. "Why are you hiding money from daddy?" you use to inquire. "Because daddy doesn't believe in rainy days," she would explain. You make your way to the laundry room and what do you know, there it is, money in a plastic bag amongst the washing powder. I guess when their rainy day came the lady of the house forgot her stash. You pocket the money and proceed to search for car keys. Instead of searching for car keys why not first check if there is a car in the garage? You walk over to the door that you assume leads to the garage and puts your hand on the door handle. You take a deep breath, hoping that the ala
While driving you consider your options and decided to seek the help of the vampire king again but instead of going to the higher council an urge inside you send you to an underground club not so far from the higher council. It was already dusk as you pull up to the club and wonder how you knew it was an underground club."Only vamps and humans," a lady at the entrance stops you."I am seeking the vampire king," you tell her."Password?" she asks you."The ass word is; THERE IS NO PASSWORD," you answer her wondering how you knew it.She steps aside. "He is not here but I will send someone to notify him you are here. What is your name?" You bite her lip, unsure if you should give your name."Will let him know that a mysterious woman is waiting for him," she chuckles.You make your way through the dark hallway that led to a door that had its own doorman and from the look of him, it was clear he was a vampire."THERE IS NO PASSWORD," you roll your eyes at him. He opens the door and sto
You wait for Kezia to open the door to her potion door before giving her a hard shove, hoping to have the upper hand with the element of surprise. You shove her so hard that she slams into a tall shelve filled with potions. You try to follow her into her potion room to keep the upper hand but are met by an invisible wall. Good thing though because the next moment Kezia's shelve of potions tips over her. Positions that are not supposed to be mixed together mix as it all comes crashing down on her. A small explosion forced the door shut but not before you witness Kezia's death. "Holy crap," you say in shock. You obviously didn't mean to kill her, or did you? "Here you are," Davide says, wrapping his arms around you. "What was that?" "I was trying some new mixes," you say with a shaky voice. "What are you wearing?" Davide chuckles at the tracksuit and baseball cap you are wearing. "I always put this on when I try out new potions," you choke. "Ok," Davide says, not appearing as if h
"Why didn't you come to see me last night?" Luke asks when he finally got a moment alone with you. "Luke," you exclaim, fear running through you. "I, I fell asleep and didn't wake up again. Luke walked over to you and was about to kiss you when you push him away. "Don't." "Do you have to sound like her? Bloody hell you even smell like her," Luke spat. "It is just a spell. Her parents got onto me," you choke out. "What is up with you? Why are you so jittery?" Luke asks, fine coming to your face with his eyes. "Because she is pregnant," Davide says with a big smile on his face, walking into his study. "Really?" Luke questioned with a frown on his face as he watch Davide wrap you up in his arms, kissing you deeply. "I will be out of town for a few days," Luke says, walking towards the door. "Again?" Davide questions, letting go of you. "Family business," Luke informs him. "When will you bring your family around? We have been friends for a few years now yet I have never met them
You decide it was best not to tell them the truth, not until you are sure of the truth. "I will tell him when I can mind link with him. Telling him alone without sharing my mind might just make me lose my head," you explain. "Only the shaman that has placed the spell can remove it," your mother informs you. "Then asks him to come here," you plead. "He is away on some shaman ritual thing. He will only be back in a few months," your mother explains, making you wonder if she is telling the truth or not. "Not a word to anyone, ok?" you say. "Lips are sealed," your mother says and again you wonder if she is being honest. 'I can play this game for a few months, right?' you wonder. After the afternoon visit with your parents, you went to Davide's room and found it romantically decorated with rose petals and candles. Davide walks out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around him. "You were supposed to meet me in our private dining room," Davide chuckles. You smile, looking ar
"I will meet up with you in my study," Davide says."It is an urgent matter that can't wait," Luke says."Of course, it can wait," Davide chuckles, turning his focus back to you and your family."Davide, trust me on this," Luke says with a firm voice, looking at you instead of Davide."If he says it can wait then it can wait," you say, putting your arm firmly around Davide's arm."Why don't you sit down and enjoy your visit with your parents," Luke demands.'Crap, he knows,' you realize and wish there was a way that you can mind link your mom. You feel your body obey and you take a seat. Davide looks at you with a frown plastered on his face."He is right. You go take care of business. I have kept you away from your work long enough," you smile."Not that it is a bad thing," your mom chips in, "You have the potential to do good, and lead an honest life.""Mom, don't," you silence her."If you must know, I have been focusing my attention on earning an honest living," Davide says, walk
"Stop," Davide comes to his senses, realizing that Kezia's sister might be lying out of revenge and hate for you. "I will arrange for a shaman to confirm your claims. After that you can do with her as you please," Davide says but she does not let go of you. Davide grabs her by her neck from behind. "I said, Stop." She hisses at you as she lets you go, leaving you to pant for air. "Fine. It is your baby but do you really want a baby with her?" she spat. Davide slaps her through her face. "You dare to harm my child? I don't care who is carrying it!" Davide slapped her so hard that she fell to the ground. She got to her feet and stormed off, yelling, "You all will pay for this!" "Come," Davide says, grabbing you by your arm and pulling you up. He drags you to his room. "You are not to leave this room. Don't speak. Don't try to escape," he orders before leaving you. You spent the rest of the day crying while Davide wrecks his head on how to deal with your dead parents, not allowing
After a passionate, uncontrollable love-making session Davide held you in his arms. "Can you ever forgive me for what I have done to you?" You know you should respond but at the same time, you blame him for the death of his parents. "Gio was not your friend," you say instead of responding to his question. "What are you talking about?" Davide sat up, forcing you into a sitting position yourself. "He and," you start but Davide wants to hear nothing about it. "Here I am thinking we can find our way to each other," he spat before getting out of bed. "I just lost my best friend and you your parents, the last thing I want to talk about is your trust issues in a bloody man that is dead," Davide spat in disbelief before storming out of the room. 'At least he has come to his senses. He must have been under some sort of spell,' you think and fall into his pillow. You ravish his scent but then stop yourself. 'Not yet. I should not allow myself to get more attached, not before I know the tr
You were about to leave the hall, your mind swirling with what had just transpired, when the heavy doors suddenly swung open. The sound of boots hitting the stone floor echoed as Elle was dragged in, her body fighting the handlers every step of the way. Her arms flailed, her legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to break free. You could hear her sharp breaths and the sounds of her struggles, the chaos of her fury cutting through the tension in the room."Let her go!" you demanded, your voice carrying the authority only royalty can wield. The handlers hesitated, caught off guard by the power in your tone. Against their will, they released Elle, stepping back reluctantly as she stood, now free to stand on her own two feet.Elle glared at them but didn’t hesitate. Her expression was a mixture of defiance and fury, and without a word, she stomped directly toward the Lycan King. Her steps were firm, unwavering, as she faced the man who held her fate in his hands.You joined her at her si
You stand up, the urgency of your thoughts pushing you into motion. The weight of the decision, the need to be sure Elle is safe, weighs heavily on your chest. "We can leave after Elle returns," you say, your voice steady but the worry still evident in your eyes. "I need to be sure she’s going to be okay."You move toward the door, your hand resting on the handle as you prepare to face whatever awaits you outside. You’re going to plead with the Lycan King, no matter how dangerous it may be. Elle deserves a chance, deserves to have her fate in her own hands. You won’t let the world crush her under the weight of its expectations."Where are you going?" Davide’s voice stops you mid-step, his tone laced with curiosity and something else—amusement?You turn to face him, meeting his gaze with determination. "I’m going to go plead with the Lycan King to pardon Elle’s behaviour. He must realise that she wouldn’t have run away if it wasn’t for the stupid Vampire King."At the mention of Michae
You sit on the edge of your bed, your gaze distant, staring at the stone wall as though it might offer some comfort or answer. The weight of your thoughts presses down on you—thoughts of Elle, of her safety, of her fate. You hope she’s somewhere far from this madness, that she’s found a way to escape this life that’s been thrust upon her, a life you know all too well. You wish she could be free, free from the chains of royalty, from the expectations, from the constant battles for power.But deep down, you know the truth—she can’t escape it. Not without risking everything. Not without drawing the attention of forces that would crush her.And yet, you cling to that hope, that small spark of possibility that she might find a way out. You want so badly for her to live a life outside of this world of lies, manipulation, and bloodshed. But that wish, that dream, feels selfish. You don’t know if you’d survive it if something happened to her. The thought gnaws at your insides, making it harde
Elle’s steps faltered as she turned toward the hallway, her mind set on finding a way out, a way to fight back. But before she could take another step, a firm grip seized her arm, pulling her back with a force that nearly sent her crashing to the ground.Her breath caught in her throat as she spun around to face Jude’s father, his face twisted with a mixture of regret and resolve. “You can’t leave, Elle,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an underlying urgency to his words.“What the hell are you doing?” Elle snarled, struggling against his hold. Her pulse raced, her mind spinning as her fury grew. “Let me go. I’m not staying here. I’m not waiting for the Higher Council to come and take me!”Jude’s father’s grip tightened. “You don’t understand. If you leave now, they’ll find you. They’ll use you against us. We can’t let that happen. I’m doing this to protect you... and us.”Elle’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled her toward the back of the house, away from the fro
Her sharp eyes scanned the trees beyond the cove, searching for the source of her unease. The scent of something foreign lingered in the salty air—something predatory.Jude’s smile faltered. "Elle, what’s wrong?"Before she could answer, a shadow moved.A figure emerged from the tree line—a man, tall and unnervingly still. His golden eyes gleamed with eerie intent, his presence radiating a silent threat. A hybrid.Elle’s breath caught in her throat.The assassin had found them.Jude noticed the change in her expression and turned, following her gaze. The moment he locked eyes with the intruder, realization struck. "Run," he whispered.But it was already too late.The hybrid tracker lunged, moving with inhuman speed.Elle reacted on instinct, shoving Jude back as she braced herself for the fight of her life.The battle was brutal. Elle and Jude fought together, but even with their combined strength, they were no match for the hybrid. He was faster, stronger, and relentless. Every blow
The shadows stretched long across the floor of Michael’s chamber, the heavy silence punctuated only by the sound of his own steady breathing. His hands curled into fists as he moved toward the far side of the room, where an ornate wooden wardrobe stood against the stone wall. He had known this room well before it was his—it had belonged to his brother, and his brother had been cunning, always keeping a way out, a path unseen.Michael placed his palm against the side of the wardrobe, feeling for the hidden seam. With a slight push, the back panel groaned, revealing a narrow passageway that led into the dark. He took a step forward—but stopped. Something unseen and unfathomable coiled around his body, anchoring him in place. His fangs bared instinctively, his power rising to meet the force that held him back.A spell.His mind worked quickly, fingers tracing over the air as he called on his own magic, whispering an incantation under his breath to dismantle whatever bound him. But it was
The soft morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You slowly blinked your eyes open, the fog of sleep still lingering in your mind. As your vision cleared, you saw him—Davide—sitting by your bedside, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in his gaze, the uncertainty that lingered there."Do you hate me yet?" Davide’s voice was quiet, almost pleading, as if he were bracing for your response.For a long moment, you just stared at him, the weight of the years, of everything that had happened, pressing heavily on your chest. You felt a storm of emotions swirling inside you—anger, betrayal, and, beneath it all, an aching sense of longing."I hate and love you at the same time," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt heavy as they left your lips, a truth you had buried deep for so long. You remembered the woman you once were, desperate for hi
Kurt followed Wynn down the winding corridors of the palace, his footsteps heavy with the weight of the decision ahead. The Lycan King's command had been clear, and now it was time for the next step. They arrived at the chambers of the shaman, where the ancient being was waiting, his eyes clouded with the knowledge of his craft.The shaman nodded to Kurt and Wynn, gesturing for them to enter. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, and the scent of herbs and incense hung in the air. The shaman motioned for Kurt to sit in the center of a ritual circle, marked with glowing symbols and runes.As Wynn stood nearby, observing the ritual, the shaman began his chant, speaking in an ancient tongue that reverberated through the room. Kurt closed his eyes, focusing on the weight of the spell being placed over him, an invisible force that began to settle over his body. The power of the fated mate bond was strong, a magic that ran deep into his veins, connecting him to Elle whether he was r
The atmosphere in the castle shifted as the sound of the large doors opening echoed through the hallway. Elle, still reeling from the conversation with her mother, straightened her posture as she caught sight of the four young men entering the room. Despite their age—well over 300 years—they looked no older than their early twenties, a characteristic of their kind. Each one of them exuded an undeniable power, their presence filling the space as they moved with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, yet elegant.Their eyes—blue, like the clearest sky—sparkled with a quiet intensity that hinted at the centuries of experience and authority behind them. They were tall, their frames long and lean, but their bodies were hardened by years of battle and leadership. Despite their beauty, there was an air of danger surrounding them, a promise of strength and command. They were not the kind of men you could ignore or easily dismiss.Vance took a step forward, his gaze fixing on Elle with a knowin