All Chapters of Trapped Between Vampire and Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next day, David led Sabrina on a captivating tour of his sprawling castle, the ancestral home of the vampire clan. As they walked through the ornate halls adorned with intricate tapestries and glistening chandeliers, Sabrina couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer magnificence of the place.‌Her eyes widened in awe as she admired the richly carved wooden pillars and the grand staircase that seemed to stretch towards the heavens. Every corner of the castle exuded an air of mystery and elegance, leaving Sabrina feeling like she had stepped into a fairy tale.‌"The architecture is absolutely breathtaking," Sabrina exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "I can't help but be mesmerized by the sheer beauty of this place."‌David, walking beside her, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He had always held a deep appreciation for the history and artistry behind the castle's design.‌"I'm glad you find it enchanting, Sabrina," David said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Sabrina's escape attempts had left her weary and disheartened. The constant surveillance and the thwarting of her plans had taken their toll on her spirit. She couldn't help but feel trapped within the walls of the palace, resigned to the possibility that she might spend the rest of her life there. Yet, even in her resignation, a flicker of hope remained.‌In the depths of her despair, Sabrina found solace in prayer. Every night, as she lay in her room, she would offer up heartfelt pleas for rescue, her whispered words echoing in the silence. She prayed for Andrei's strength and courage to guide him to her side, to break the chains that bound her to this dark existence.‌Though the odds seemed insurmountable, Sabrina clung to the belief that love could conquer all. In the depths of her heart, she held onto the memories of their shared moments, the warmth of their embrace, and the promises they had made to each other. It was these memories that fueled her determination, reminding her

Living in the luxurious vampire castle, Sabrina was undeniably spoiled and pampered. Every desire and whim of hers was fulfilled, and she was treated with the utmost reverence and respect. However, amidst all the opulence and extravagance, a lingering nostalgic feeling crept into Sabrina's heart, drawing her thoughts back to the place she used to call home—the werewolves' lair.‌It seemed strange to her, for as the Luna among the werewolves, she was burdened with countless responsibilities and duties. There was always something to be done, from tending to the pack's needs to participating in various rituals and ceremonies. Rest and leisure were scarce commodities, and she had little time for herself. It was a stark contrast to the life she now led in David's realm, where she was treated like royalty even before officially assuming the role of queen.‌Amidst the lavish surroundings and the adoration bestowed upon her, Sabrina couldn't help but wonder how this longing for her former l

As David sat in his study room, a wave of frustration washed over him. Despite his best efforts to win over Sabrina, he couldn't escape the feeling of inadequacy. Every extravagant gesture, every lavish gift, seemed to fall short in capturing her heart. His attempts to erase the memories of her life with the werewolves felt futile.‌The more he tried to woo her, the more he realized that he could never truly replace the warmth and genuine connections she had experienced in the werewolf pack. Sabrina's heart remained steadfast, clinging to the familiar and authentic bonds she had formed there. It was a stark reminder of his own shortcomings, his inability to create a similar sense of belonging.‌David's thoughts raced as he reflected on his actions. Had he been too forceful? Too focused on material possessions and grand gestures? He couldn't help but wonder if his approach had been misguided all along. Perhaps he had failed to understand that the love and trust he sought could not be

The atmosphere grew tense as Sabrina concluded her internal struggle. It felt as though time itself had frozen, holding its breath in anticipation. Even David, usually composed and confident, remained still, unwilling to disrupt the weighty silence.‌Within Sabrina's mind, a flood of memories cascaded like a tumultuous river. The recollections of her time as the Crimson Witch surged forth, revealing the pivotal role she had played in ending the long-standing war between werewolves and vampires. She saw herself wielding her formidable powers, standing tall as a beacon of hope amidst the chaos and bloodshed.‌As Sabrina delved deeper into her memories, she encountered a profound revelation. After her powers had been drained and she had dissipated into the ethereal realm, she took on a new form—a fragile and innocent baby. Like a phoenix reaching the end of its life cycle, she had burned, only to rise anew from the ashes, embarking on a journey of rebirth.‌In her infant form, Sabrina