"By now May would have told Davide what happened," you disrupt their sinister intentions."No, she won't. I compiled her to believe that you took your daughter," the hybrid sitting across from you chuckled and took your daughter from you."He will think I betrayed him," you say."Come," the other hybrid says and pulls you onto his lap, his erection pressing hard against you. He mouths your leaking breast while playing with your nipple that your daughter left erect. You know he won't bite you to drink your blood because vampires and hybrids can't drink from a lycan that shifted. You feel his fingers drop down to your waistband and he dips his fingers under finding the edge of your panties, slipping his fingers under them, reaching for the folds of your womanhood. As he parts your folds his phone ring. He releases your nipple that was in his mouth and with his fingers on your clitoris, stroking he answers his phone with an annoyed look on his face. "Boss," he answers."Yes boss," he say
Do you really want your daughter to grow up as a Mafia King's daughter?You convinced yourself that all will be ok and that you will not run away again. 'I will give Davide his six months,' you thought, 'for her sake.'"I think think this little one had enough. Enjoy your swim, I will put her down for her afternoon nap," the nanny said and got out with your daughter.You floated for a while, closing your eyes. You take a deep breath before turning around and swimming to the bottom of the pool and slowly letting out the air so that you can stay down. You heard someone diving into the pool but before you could turn towards the sound and get up by yourself you felt Davide's strong arms around you, his touch sending sparks through you. Without giving it a second thought Davide had you out of the pool with his mouth on yours, attempting CPR."What the hell?" you choked pushing him off you. "You are ok?" Davide touched your face."Of course," you say sitting up."I thought," Davide starts
The moment Davide climaxed into the enchantress the spell she had over him broke.Davide wraps one hand around her throat but with a quick movement of her hands, she sends Davide flying across his office.Davide stood up composing himself and zipping up his pants. His eyes fell on your face and immediately you felt his guilt."I didn't mean for it to happen like this," he tries to explain."You may leave. I don't need you for the spell," the enchantress hissed in anger."I think I will stay," Davide says."It won't work if you watch me do it. I suggest you go home. You will know when it is done," she says, getting ready."How do I know you won't kill her?" Davide questions, having second thoughts.You can do nothing but listen, still confused about what is going on since you already have an obedient spell over you. "Fine, but if anything happens to her I will end you," Davide warns her before storming off. The enchantress takes you by your chin and pulls you up. "Come and lay here o
You hear your daughter babble and decide to get the day going. You stretch before getting out of bed. On your way to your daughter's room, you realize that her babbling is not coming from her room but from the living room."Davide?" you choke out. 'I must be dreaming,' you tell yourself."Good morning. Glad to see you stuck around and didn't use my business trip to make a run for it again," Davide says casually."I thought you were dead," you manage, still wondering if you are dreaming."Dead?" he chuckles. You fight the urge to fling yourself into his arms. Don't worry princess, or is it, queen? Anyways, don't worry, he might not show it but he is happy to see you alive and well and still in love with you. Maybe even more than before he had the enchantress break the fated mate bond. You wet your lips before speaking again. "I am making breakfast, would you like some?" "I will get something on the way to work," he declines."I am on sick leave for a week," you say turning to the k
"What is the occasion?" you ask walking to the bed and picking up the clutch bag that came with the dress. "You," Davide says, his sexy voice giving you goosebumps. "Cold?" he asks, taking off his jacket and throwing it over your shoulders, engulfing you with his irresistible scent. "Not really," you respond to quickly, walking out of the room."Then why the goosebumps?" he chuckles."Ok, maybe a little," you try to recover. "So why are we celebrating me and why am I dressed up like a trophy wife?""I am a regarded a king amongst Mafia lords, and so any woman next to me will look the part," he says, walking you to the elevator. "We are celebrating you because I never had the opportunity to give you a bump gift.""A bump gift?" you chuckle. "Don't you mean a push gift?""Bump gift," he says with a serious look on his face, "for carrying my beautiful child. I have not found the right gift, good enough to show my gratitude for birthing her."Our daughter," you correct him, slipping of
You got home and wondered if Davide was there. You pause at your daughter's room and look inside. "You are back. So soon?" the nanny asks, standing up from the chair. "Is Davide here?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "I don't think so," she smiled, walking towards you. "I am already paid for the evening if you would like me to stay?" "No. It is fine. Enjoy your evening," you say and step aside so that she can take her to leave. Your daughter is already sleeping, so you retire to Davide's room. You got out of the sexy dress and into a sleep shirt. After cleaning up your face, you got into bed and look over to his side. 'Will he come home?' you wonder, your mind tracing back to last night. A feeling of gladness comes over you. 'I am glad he is still alive,' you think, sinking into the soft pillows. You woke the next morning and look over to Davide's side. You are left feeling disappointed, not finding him there. You sigh as you get out of bed. After getting ready for work and
You were not lying when you told the nanny that you have a friend in Hudson. You are on your way to seek the help of the Vampire king once again despite your better judgment.***'I wonder if Mel is still at the higher council?' you ask yourself, arriving at the castle a day later.Everyone already knows who you are and since you don't need an invitation for the castle to appear, you walked right up the historical stairs and through the doors that are currently wide open.You picked up Mel's scent the moment you stepped into the castle and even though you have more pressing matters (aka Davide) you decide to find Mel first."Good day, princess. King Makens would like to see you in the throne room," Your plans to find Mel get interrupted by a young-looking Lycan."I am not here to see the King," you say and attempt to be on your way."He insists" the young Lycan tries again, making it notable that he is busy mind-linking with the king as you speak.You feel a sense of obedience washing
The queen comes to a halt. "Well then, no need to waste my time with you any longer. Good luck and please keep us updated on the romance.""You mean baby-making?" you correct her sarcastically."That as well," she chuckled, and left you in front of the door.'Geuss a little rest won't hurt and it will be quicker getting back home with a vampire than it is by plane,' you told yourself, stepping into the room.That evening, you got woken up by a knock on the door. "Time to go, princess."'Bloody hell. Did I really sleep so long?' you ask yourself, getting out of bed and looking towards the open curtains.The moment you opened the bedroom door, the vampire swept you up and sped off with you.The air was cold and fast against your face, making you wish you were better dressed.You arrived just before sunrise at the penthouse."Do you need to hide out here for the day?" you asked the vampire."Thanks for offering, but my nest does have an apartment nearby," said the vampire before speeding
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
As your arms pull away from Elle, the connection you feel between the two of you still lingers in the air—frail and unspoken. But before you can fully process what’s happening, Elle speaks, her voice breaking through the tension.“I know,” she says, her tone quiet but unwavering. “I know what the Lycan King wants, and I know what he plans to do.” Her gaze holds yours, clear and resolute, as if she’s already made a decision, one that you weren’t prepared to hear.You stare at her, confused, heart pounding in your chest. “What are you talking about?” you ask, though the dread that coils in your gut tells you it’s not something you want to hear.She steps back slightly, her eyes lowering just for a moment, before meeting yours again with that same quiet resolve. “I’ve already agreed to it,” she admits. “In return for pardoning Michael, you, and everyone else—I’ll give him my eggs. Until I find my fated mate.”The words hit you like a slap in the face. Your heart sinks into your stomach a
The Lycan King’s parting words echo in your mind as you stride toward Davide. The pull toward him is magnetic, a force you can no longer resist. Whatever doubts linger are silenced by the undeniable connection you feel—a bond that has been simmering beneath the surface, waiting for this moment to ignite.You stop in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a fleeting second, you think you see hesitation in his eyes. But you can’t stop now. With quiet resolve, you reach for him, leaning in to press your lips to his.The moment your skin touches his, a surge of heat and energy courses through you, raw and primal. Something deep within you clicks into place, a bond snapping tight, sealing your fate. For a brief, infinite moment, the world fades away. There is only him.But the moment is shattered.The door bursts open, slamming against the wall with enough force to make you flinch. A figure steps into the room, his presence like a thundersto
The young woman shifts slightly in her seat, her poised demeanor betraying a flicker of something unspoken. Her resemblance to you feels almost uncanny—like a shadow of your own reflection cast in a different light. Her sharp gaze mirrors yours as you both linger on the same man across the table. A knot tightens in your chest—a blend of unease and jealousy.The man seated near the Lycan King, the one who has drawn both your attention and hers, meets your eyes. His expression is unreadable, his lips quirked with a hint of amusement or perhaps something more calculated. The Lycan King, however, is less subtle. His gaze is direct and intense, commanding your attention even without a word. The weight of his stare sends a shiver through you—a mix of fascination and trepidation.For a moment, the room seems to fade, the undercurrents of silent communication drowning out the noise. The question gnaws at you again: Why does she look like she could be my sister? But the answer seems woven into
"Come with me," a voice startled you. You didn’t have to look around to know who it belonged to. It was Wynn, the Lycan King's best friend."Why?" you asked under your breath, matching the quiet intensity of his tone."Stand up and come with me," Wynn ordered, his voice imbued with a silent force that felt more compelling than even the Lycan King’s command.Against your will, you rose from your seat and followed him out of the dining hall, each step defying your own intentions. The air between you was charged with an unspoken tension."How did you do that?" you demanded, your voice sharp with frustration. The shaman necklace you wore should have protected you, and you'd been humming protective chants under your breath. Yet, his power had broken through your defenses effortlessly.Wynn remained silent, his stride purposeful. You followed him like a duckling trailing its mother, powerless to resist the pull of his authority. He stopped in front of an imposing wooden door, gesturing for
Later that evening, the Lycan King and his closest confidant, Wynn, found themselves alone in the quiet seclusion of the King’s private chambers, the low flickering of candlelight casting shadows across the stone walls. The tension of the day still lingered in the air as they shared a rare moment of camaraderie.“I can’t thank you enough for what you did today,” the King began in a low, gravelly tone, his gaze steady as he reached for a decanter of aged bourbon. He poured the rich amber liquid into two heavy crystal glasses, the sound of it splashing softly against the silence.Wynn shifted uneasily, crossing his arms before moving closer to the King. “We deceived them with a false prophecy,” he replied, voice thick with bitterness. He took the offered glass but didn’t drink immediately, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the swirling drink with a conflicted expression. “I’m not exactly proud of manipulating them like that.”The King’s lips twisted into a wry smile as he held his own gla
Ellle turned to face the Lycan King with unwavering determination. "I will go with you willingly," she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.The Lycan King regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and respect. "You possess a rare courage, Elle," he acknowledged. "But know that your sacrifice will not go unnoticed."As Elle stepped forward to join the Lycan King, Wynn's voice cut through the tension. "Wait," he commanded, his eyes ablaze with an intensity that silenced the gathering."The time for secrecy has passed," Wynn declared, his gaze shifting to the Lycan King. "It is time for the truth to be revealed."With a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features, the Lycan King nodded in agreement.Wynn turned to face the assembled pack, his voice ringing out with authority. "Listen well, for what I am about to reveal will shake the foundations of our world."As the pack members leaned in, captivated by Wynn's words, he began to recount the ancient prophecy that ha