All Chapters of Trapped Between Vampire and Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

As Sabrina meditated in the forbidden forest, her mind was filled with both relief and frustration. The return of her powers was a welcome development, but she couldn't help but feel impatient about not regaining all of her abilities. Images of her past flashed before her eyes like fragments of a shattered mirror, some memories clear while others remained elusive.‌In her meditative state, Sabrina tried to piece together the missing parts of her memories. She focused on the emotions associated with those fragments, hoping they would lead her to the hidden corners of her mind. However, the more she tried to grasp those elusive memories, the more they slipped through her fingers like water.‌Sabrina's frustration grew as she sensed that her power was still limited. She yearned to regain her full strength, to remember everything that had been lost to her. But she knew that forcing the memories to resurface might not be the right path.‌In the serene ambiance of the forbidden forest, S

The morning light crept through the half-closed blinds, casting a soft, golden glow over the disheveled room. As the sun's rays danced upon the scattered remnants of last night's revelry, a figure stirred beneath the tangled sheets. Andrei's eyes slowly flickered open, he was greeted by a sharp, pulsating, dull ache in his head. Instinctively, he clutched his throbbing temples, hoping to somehow ease the pain.‌“Ugghhh... My Head... Was I drunk again?”‌His other hand tried his best to support the weight of his body as he tried to lift himself up from the bed, but his head feels thousand times heavier than usual, burdened by the tingling pain. His eyes that are still not accustomed by the lights of the sun blinded him, and he uses his hand to scan around the area around him to look for water to drink.‌But his hand lands on the other side of the bed, where his hand can feel a mound beneath the sheets. His eyes went wide open as he immediately opens the sheets beside him, hoping tha

"It's not fair! Why can't it be me? What does she have that I lack?" Reina's voice trembled with frustration and anguish as she poured out her emotions in her room. Wails and howls of despair echoed within the walls, an expression of her profound disappointment and the emptiness she felt inside. She tried to muffle her cries by burying her face in her pillows, but the pain was too much to contain.‌Beside her pillow, she spotted the bottle of lust potion she had used the night before to allure Andrei. Her fury ignited, and she snatched the potion, glaring at it with contempt. "You lied to me! You're useless! You only made Andrei hate me even more!" In a fit of rage, she hurled the bottle out the partially open window, hoping to rid herself of the bitter reminder of her desperate actions.‌As tears continued to stream down her cheeks, Reina couldn't help but feel betrayed by the vampires who had promised that the potion would make Andrei fall for her. Instead, it seemed to have drive

It was a bright day, perfect for a walk. The main living area of the Silvermoon Tribe are bustling with people wandering around to do their duties, visiting a dear friend, or just enjoying a good stroll. At the heart of the settlement, a central clearing served as a communal space.However, their attentions would soon enough be directed towards a certain unique display that had just arrived at their communal space. It was Reina, that people knew as the dearly only-daughter of their esteemed Beta of the pack, Heimzel. As usual, her graceful mannerism and voluptuous body would entice the attention of most males and incite a jealously to the females.But this time, the crowd can only leave their jaws wide agape as they saw the choice of Reina’s clothing for the public today. She wears her dress with her shoulder parts on full display, showing her ample bosoms that bounce and sways with every step she takes. While the top part of the dress is exposing her beauty in full display, her botto

Under the shroud of a moonlit night, a pack of seemingly normal humans glided through the city's labyrinthine alleys like ethereal phantoms. Their silhouettes moved with a mesmerizing grace, their eyes gleaming like fiery jewels, reflecting their relentless determination. Turns out it was a pack of the Vampires in disguise, led by David himself to pursuit Sabrina, the Scarlet Witch.‌With every step, their predatory instincts honed by centuries of existence, they seemed to become one with the shadows, their movements almost imperceptible. The night itself seemed to hush in awe of their approach, as if the very darkness paid homage to their sinister majesty.‌In the depths of David's mind, a monologue played like a haunting symphony of ambition and desire. He recalled the evening when his loyal aide, Jacob, had whispered the tantalizing news of Sabrina's presence in the city. With each passing moment, the memory of that revelation seemed to grow more vivid, like blood rushing through