All Chapters of Falling for the Vampire Prince: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DANTEWe were taken to an empty house, emptier than the one we had been in. This one had no furnishing, it was just white-coloured space with a large expanse of room. I had no idea why we were brought here, Ross and the two others who escorted us in the Jeep gave no other explanation for this. The house was however heavily guarded, hell it almost looked like they were hiding forbidden treasure in here. I    could hear the whispers among the guards: some were checking to see if Orville would be arriving sooner, others taking care of logistics while some were discussing Aila’s situation. I was still wrapping my head around all that she had revealed to us and what I could do to help her.She said she wanted to work solo and we let her. For her sake, I hope she really knew what she was doing.“So are we just going to stand here again?” Simeon complained. “I don’t think these people realize that we’re Princes.”

I hadn’t seen Prince Dante in days.His absence was felt in every part of my body; hell the quiet castle was even quieter than usual. He would, no matter how busy he was, take the time to see me, even if it was just a glance. I was aware of his presence, even when he would discreetly watch me while I pretended to not notice.I had heard from the whispers in the kitchen by the servants that he was on an official assignment and wouldn’t be back till further notice. It stung that he hadn’t told me anything before he left because I thought we had developed a form of friendship.Who am I kidding? He wasn’t entitled to tell me anything. I was nothing more than his pet.“You wish you were more than that,” my subconscious taunted and I shook that thought immediately. The moon’s ray of light streamed into my dark room as I watched the garden from down the below. A servant had, like always, turned on the garden lights, givi

DANTEIt was hard to tell if Orville was being deceitful.Aila mentioned that Orville was controlling and manipulating the tribe elders to do his bidding. She painted him as a tyrant, but so far, either he was being a good host or he wasn’t showing that side to us just yet. People do tend to conceal who they truly are on the inside.But, I am an objective man who doesn’t judge until he has heard both sides. Now that both sides have spoken, the question remained.What would Aila gain from lying?That question had been at the tip of my tongue as we rode to the pack hospital in silence. She was the widow, she was the victim, she was the one on the run, she was the one who had a bounty on her head. Why would she paint Orville as the killer?What would Orville gain from lying? He had a lot to gain, I assumed. Lust for power and dominance often made even the purest of hearts commit the deadliest of sins.The car, a Mercedes Benz

DANTE Gina defended Sebastian from Cesar’s insinuations. “A lot of responsibilities weighed on his shoulders. It wasn’t confirmed he was one. I only said I feared he was becoming one.” “Do you think the pain medications caused his death?” Orville asked. This looked like it was news to him to judging by how he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. “Medically, I can’t confirm, neither can I deny that. Remember, I did say there was no blood in his system, so it’s really hard to tell if it was the pain medications.” She said sadly. “Seb wasn’t the type to commit suicide,” Ellemea added. I thought the same thing. “I’ve known him and his mate, Aila, for far too long. He wouldn’t have taken his own life.” The pain medications and the suicide theory doesn’t hold much weight in my opinion. There’s no medication, no matter how strong, that could drain the entire blood of an Alpha. He had to have been poisoned or something…someone had to be responsible for his death.

KIRANathaniel was being abused by his foster parents and didn’t have the courage to speak out about it. That was why he was so shy and closed off. How did the school find out he was abused? There were visible marks on his pale skin, belt marks, and they were discovered by our teacher.I don’t know where Nathaniel is today but I never forgot about him. It was when I realized that people were cruel and heartless.“There seems to be a story there.” Intuitive. “Care to share?”I shook my head. “I once had a friend who had a bad adoption experience.”“I see. Well, Ambrose was not by any means perfect. He had his many flaws and we argued almost to the point of killing each other.” There was no smile as he said that. “But he raised all six of us by himself and loved us each in his own unique way.”“Tell me more about your family, Master.” He knew about mine, so it