All Chapters of The Vampire King's Captive : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

BRANThe vampire realm, unlike many of the other realms—for instance, the realm of Sorceri and the realm of Valkyrie who frowned upon the entrance of creatures that weren't of their kind—was one in which creatures of different species co-existed. Most of them didn't even live in this realm. They were either passing by and had decided to camp here for a few days before continuing on their journey and some had somehow crashlanded in the wrong realm and didn't know their way out. The Sorceri weren't friends of the Vampires, so there was no way a portal opener could be found amongst us which was why many of them that had landed here against their will, had simply started living here. Seeing as a considerate number of other species had started living here, few bars and restaurants had been established around the kingdom. Bran, when he sometimes felt like it—which was extremely rare—, visited one of the bars. He wasn't one of those uptight kings that wanted their ass worshipped whenever

BRANToday was taking the lead in being one of his most shitty days.From the bar to the spineless sorcerer and now, to this.Bran’s eyes followed his wuss of an uncle as he paced across the room, his mouth moving with his words. The man had not shut his mouth once since Bran came and Bran was starting to have a headache. Honestly, this could have been avoided had the man dropped a notice that he was coming.Like the other times, Bran would simply have the guards tell him that he wasn’t around and his uncle, as always, would yell at them at the top of his lungs, before tucking his tail between his legs and storming back to whatever shithole he came from.He probably knew that was exactly what was going to happen, which was why he didn’t bother letting Bran know beforehand that he was coming.The sneaky little piece of shit.His uncle, Elijah, swiped his hand across a surface. “Is this dust?”Bran cocked a brow as if to ask ‘so what?’“When last was this place cleaned?”“I fail to see

MARIA If she focused on the sound of the person chasing after her, she would go crazy, so she tried to block it out and instead, tried to put as much force into her starving limbs and run faster.As fast as she could considering that she had not eaten a decent meal in a while and she was weaker than ever.Running back in the direction she had come from would mean going back to her cell and even though that might be a better alternative than letting whomever was chasing her catch her—she had a very strong belief that it was her captor—she still wanted to leave this fucking place.She had to find her way out. She had to go back home. She didn’t know how, but she would find a way. She just needed to get hell out of here first.Her steps almost faltered when the suspicion that there was no way she was going to be able to escape hit her.What exactly did she think she was doing? What was her plan? Did she hope to run out there and scream for help? And even if she did, did she really belie

BRAN One look at the man’s face and Edgar already knew what had happened.It was so easy to guess.Maria’s previous form had been striking, but she had not been beautiful, nor had she been she attractive. With her new form however, all a man had to do was look at her and he would get hard as a pike. And that was exactly why Bran had put Edgar in charge of delivering her meals or pretty much anything that had to do with her. Not only was Edgar the most controlled man Bran had ever met, he would also a good man. He would never touch a woman without her consent.That goodness was exactly what had carried Edgar into the throne room, pulling him back away from his uncle, whom he had been just a few seconds away from killing.When the rage had evaporated and he could think clearly, Bran grudgingly admitted to himself that he was grateful Edgar had stopped him. He already had enough on his plate. Adding the death of his uncle by his hands on top of all that might just push him over the edge

MARIA Surely, she had not heard him correctly.“What?” She asked, expecting him to say something totally different. Her ears had probably decided to play tricks on her, or perhaps the fever had affected them.Was that possible?“You’ll be spending the night here.” He repeated, pushing away from the doorframe and taking several steps towards her. “The same for the next couple of nights until the physician thinks it’s safe for you to go back.”Oh.Her eyes darted to Edgar, who was walking into what looked like a closet. “There was a physician?”“Yes. He thinks your cell should be cleaned and aired before you go back in there.” Her captor said with a stoic expression, standing with his legs planted wide in a stance so blatantly male that she was left with no choice but to ogle him. “It is being cleaned as we speak, but seeing as the room isn’t very… open, it might take a while, which is why you wouldn’t be going there until later this week.”So he was letting her stay in this room for t